X.A.N.A owns you_
{ I'm waking up, I feel it, in my Bones }
A superior multi-agent program that has currently taken residence in the body of Shadow the Hedgehog.

Status: deactivided Tower
M!A: None
{An independent AU blog for a possessed!version of Shadow The Hedgehog. Shadow and Xana belong to their respective owners.}
Checking In



Hark simply laughed before putting his hands behind his back and starting to rock on his heels. That’s right. Maria had told him that pointing, unless you had a good reason to, was rude. But it was a simple mistake, right? Easily recoverable.

So he answered Xana’s question without missing a beat.

"Went for a swim. The fishes are awesome, you should see them! One of them has this huge black spot that goes from the head to the tail and some even got really close to me. I got out because I saw a cat trying to get one of the fishes. Scared it away."

Before tilting his head to the side.

"And what are you here for?"

That laughter did nothing more than make the program’s eye twitch, scowl not getting any better. Did hark think he was joking? He huffs, crossing his arms defensively. This was going to be torture for him. Not only was Hark a child but a little shit to boot. Part of him wanted to up and leave, hope that the next time he stepped foot in this garden that he’d be met with an older, less aggravating Hark.

"That wasn’t very smart of you. Do you have anything you can dry off with?" Xana did not want the kid getting cold and catching something. What an idiot. Couldn’t he have stayed out of the water and still looked at the fish he found so fascinating? Now he had the program itching to find a towel of some sort and dry him off.

His scowl had fade but he certainly wasn’t smiling, “I was here to check up on someone. But that certain someone isn’t here right now.”

Apologies for being absent. I recently was sick (And still fighting the darn cold). I also have been on another blog, one not in the Sonic fandom.

It’s a slow blog so it doesn’t require much attention so I’ll try to get back on Zenith and Xana more before school starts- *Sweats*

I hope all of you are doing well~! <333

Checking In



As it was, Hark had been taking an impromptu swim in the pond just to watch the fishes go by.

So, when Xana appeared, it was a wet, very wet kid Hark he’d meet with and a pointer finger pointing straight to Xana’s eyes.

"You got weird eyes. You should have that checked, mister"

Thankfully, he’d found Hark. Unfortunately, not in the form he’d expected him to be in. Blankly, the program stared down at the smaller hedgehog, attempting to process what he was looking at. It had been a while, but it seemed those damn Magical no faces struck again and Xana was everything but amused.

Not when a measly little finger was being pointed directly at him. His expression morphed into a scowl, “Did anyone ever teach you that pointing is rude”. What a little brat. There was nothing wrong with his eyes! “What happened to you? You are soaking”.

Checking In

It had been a while. The program figured he should visit. Just in case Hark decided to fake his own death again or possibly get into some kind of trouble. Or maybe even sick, if that was possible. No, no he wasn’t worried, not at all. Not unless worried meant one was constantly thinking about how a particular someone was doing. Perhaps just a little. But who could blame him, especially after what happened.

Xana practically materialized out of thin air, smoky form taking shape into a familiar young hedgehog, the only difference being the shade of his fur the symbols in his eyes. He glanced around the garden, hoping to find the older hedgehog.


Chatting with Neva and Stormeh about dragon muses~ So I came up with these two, Bones on the left and Xana on the right.

Bones would be a swampy dragon with fungi all over him. While Xana lives in the desert with all his booby traps. It was decided that Bones hoards fuzzy animals and Xana little tech here and there.

Turns out I’m alright. For now at least. I had stayed up since 4 AM and woke up an hour later with a horrible pain in my stomach. I’ve only slept for a couple of hours after it seemed to settle. I kept wakin up when my friend’s kittens were climbing on me.

But otherwise, all I seem to be lacking is some sleep now that I have eaten finally. Hopefully I won’t regret it later.

I hope all is doing well.

Organic Technology (Xana)



Change was probably too light of a word to explain what was happening to Hark. Seemed like the last few weeks had not only changed, but morphed Hark into something that could never really be him, yet was to the extreme.

And the change that Xana pointed out was only the beginning of it.

Chaos slowly gathered into Hark’s body, and the cracks along it along with his eyes reacted accordingly, steadily beginning to glow green as his pupils seemed to fade out of sight, if only a little. The worst area was on his back, where his spinal cord was, but he was not about to undress to show as he spoke.

"I have. Chaos Energy and I are getting more in sync, so to speak, plus the latest addition to my core was more than my body could take. The glow that you see is the glow of Chaos. I am… Not exactly sure if I can be considered a Shadow alternate, at this stage."

Xana took a step back when Chaos began to gather around Hark, causing his form to glitch in and out of existence. He hated what Chaos energy did to him, why did it even exist? Why couldn’t everything just run on electricity? Another few steps back, trying to regenerate without freezing. How annoying. The program gave a huff, placing his hands on his hips, “Greaaat. If it wasn’t bad enough before”.

A pause as Xana seemed to think to himself for a moment, eyes narrowing, “Wouldn’t these new features be considered perks for you? That’s just not fair. To ‘die’ for a period of time and then come back with all this new shit. If I were to get deleted that sure as hell wouldn’t be my case”. The program made his way over to the couch, seating himself with a ‘plop’. It was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that Hark was back, after going through so much to convince himself otherwise. It was only slightly frustrating.

Organic Technology (Xana)



Hark was rarely unsure.

He knew that setting Xana free from the robot would leave him to feel the entire array of emotions the ones around him had felt when he’d returned. He knew that, from that moment on, there was not telling of the program would either slap him or hug him so fiercely, it would feel like being trapped into a vice.

And that was where the uncertainty came from.

For, even as confident or as happy Hark looked, he knew that he was about to deal with what Xana truly wanted to do. He was about to deal with part of the consequences of what he’d done.

The grab at his cape had him nearly flinching, and the hug had him blinking before the first sob was heard, bringing a smile to Hark’s face.

Xana had missed him. Just as much as he’d missed the program.

"I love you, too, son," was all he could say as he returned the hug just as strongly, even giving Xana a few gentle pats along his back to soothe. "And I’ll try. I’ll goddamn try."

All he could do was scoff at the response, hold tightening for a moment. He’d missed him, too much for the program’s taste and there was no way in hell he’d bluntly admit that. Though, Hark seemed to get the message just fine and he’d leave it at that. The comforting pats had him wanting to stay in the others’ arms, to feel the fact that the hedgehog was alive. Somehow. Someway. It still did not make much sense to Xana as to how the other got his body back or how he even came back at all.

But for now, he did not give a shit about how it happened. He was just glad that his father was back.

Reluctantly he pulled away, rubbing his face to try and rid the evidence of his emotional breakdown. “I will hold you to that”, he grumbled quietly, afraid his voice would crack if he spoke any louder. The program heaved a sigh, symbols meeting green hues. He frowned, eyes trailing over the features Hark had seemed to acquire. “I know it has been a while since I’ve seen you but. You look as if you’ve changed”, Xana knew that he wasn’t making this up. Hark had red eyes last time he saw him, not to mention there were these annoying little stretch marks on the side of the others’ muzzle.

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//fills the entirety of inbox with toasters and baguettes//

Bones was completely confused as to why there were so many toasters and baguettes lying around. And each time he tried asking the program if he’d been the one to request for them, he’d just get mad and storm off. He was going to have to figure out what to do with all this stuff..

Organic Technology (Xana)



He knew he was asking for a lot. He knew that, by freeing Xana from the protective shell, the program was more likely to have problem with his emotions. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care one bit if Xana decided that there was due punishment.

This was his son. And Hark didn’t want to deal with any middle ground when it came to emotions, anger or otherwise. The smile on Hark’s face as the program came out told as much, certainly when there wasn’t a second thought at him kneeling on the ground, arms opening up welcomingly.

"Yes. Thank you. Come here," was all he could say.

The smile was met with a scowl, unable to feel the happiness Hark seemed to receive when he’d exited the machine. In fact he felt pretty shitty. He actually had to put effort into breathing to keep himself from breaking down. It only got worse when he watched Hark bend down with open arms, looking as if he wanted a hug. This earned a roll of the program’s eyes, offering a dry laugh.

“I am not a child”, he huffed as he stepped closer reluctantly. His ears pinned once he was close enough to touch Hark, seeming to pause to think for a moment. In a quick movement he grabbed the hedgehog’s collar and hauled him up to stand before bringing him into a clumsy embrace. The older hedgehog could probably feel nails digging into his back as Xana clung to him, burying his face into the others’ shoulder. This was real. Hark was alive again..

“I fucking hate you”, came a muffled growl as his form began to shake, a sob escaping him moments later, “Don’t you ever do that again”.

Organic Technology (Xana)



The twist and pull surprised him, and Xana was met with a blinking gaze, a few tears slipping out as Hark listened, biting his inner lip. The hug only made it both worse and better as he returned it with all he had.

Xana had a point. There was nothing he could do to soothe the anger, nothing would make up for leaving his family behind the moment they needed him most. Commander needed him to figure out what to do with the Chaos Energy invading his world and mind, Chad and Rogue needed him for their world to get better, everyone needed him for one reason or another. And now, even his new world needed him. Desperately needed him.

Contained tears flowed along tan cheeks as he returned the hug, whispering something that he wasn’t sure how Xana would react to.

"Could you please get out of that robot? I want to see you."

The tears that streaked across the hedgehog’s face only made the urge to smack him dimmer and his embrace tighten. Even if he could hardly feel the hug emotionally, at the very least he could offer some comfort to Hark. No, he wouldn’t hit him. Sadly, it would probably make things worse for both of them. For Xana, he’d simply regret his actions and well, Hark would be leaving with some broken teeth. Not the best solution and even someone like the program knew that. Though, admittedly it helped being inside a machine. Made it easier to think based on logic.

Xana easily caught the whisper, seemingly freezing in place for a moment before pulling away, unable to convey his feelings with a simple look. Which would have been something close to a scowl.

» You are certainly asking for a lot from someone who isn’t very happy with you at the moment.

Another sigh from his speakers, taking a moment to scan his surroundings for anything close by. He did not want to be caught off guard. He removed himself from Hark, stepping over to the living room. It took a few minutes, but the machine began to power down, smoke seeping out and onto the floor. Only to form a specter of a hedgehog moments later, ears pinning as he tried to settle the bubbling up emotions threatening the drown him.

“There, you happy”, came a weak growl, opening his arms before dropping them to his sides, looking hurt.