How did this happen? He thought, his footsteps echoing as the guards walked him through the corridor. The building was cold, devoid of emotions like joy. Everyone seemed was known as Mobius' True Blue Hero, but now. . .But now he's arrested. Beaten and bruised, locked up on lock down. Forced to look at the multiverve's most heinous of villains. He knew this was a mistake, he just had to wait it out until it was corrected. Lucky for him no one seemed to notice him. There was a lot of fresh meat today, so maybe he could spend his first day heroic hedgehog glanced at the criminals he passed by on the way to his cell. The prison seemed almost like high school, everyone was divided into cliques. He knew he wouldn't fit in, on the other hand why would he want to?The guards stopped him. They arrived. This cramped, little box in the wall would be Sonic's home until he managed a way out. The two large men forced open the door and shoved him in. "sweet dreams, punk" one muttered as they walked returned to his feet, stood up as proud as ever. He checked himself out making sure everything was fine. Just a few scrapes and bruises with a cut here and there, nothing too major. The true blue inmate fondled the largest bruise he had next to his elbow."this will be fun." A familiar voice teased him. It was deep, yet had a youthful pitch to looked up from his wounds to see where the voice came from.

His green eyes glazed over with fear. "Sc-" The azure boy's words were cut off at the other's gaze."Sonic, sonic. . ."The green hedgehog gave a quick glare.

"what brings you here?" Scourge licked his lips, contemplating a sweet returned the other's teasing with a cocky grin. "how lucky am I? First I get sentenced to this crap hole. Now, I get you for a roomie.""lucky indeed, Blue-boy."

The two hedgehogs looked each other over. Sonic was a mess. His hair was roughed up due to the rough manhandling the guards gave him. He had yet to change into his nice, new prison uniform so his basic dress was adorn with various rips & tears.

Scourge on the other hand was well kept. His fur neat and clean. You couldn't even find a speck of blood on his bright orange jumpsuit.

"Face it, Sonic," The evil hedgehog chuckled, "You're my bitch now."

"So, Mr. King," Sonic began in a sarcastic way, "What do you plan to do with me?"