DAY TWO —————————- THE next morning, Scratch stirred in his sleep. ‘Ugh, I didn't sleep at all last night…’ He thought to himself as he pulled back his blankets. His diaper he was wearing was soaked with oil. Scratch groaned as he groggily got up from out of his bed. “Damn, this sucks...mostly for Coconuts, though...:” He waddles over to the kitchen, his soaked diaper swaying from side to side as it sagged to his knees. “Jeez, I didn't think I wet it that much…” Scratch blushed as he walked to the cupboard to grab a bowl of Nuts & Bolts, and poured them into a bowl. Just as Scratch took his first bite of cereal, the two badniks heard shouting coming from the hallway. “SCRATCH! GROUNDER! GET YOUR ROBO-BUTTS OVER HERE! NOW!” Scratch spit out his cereal, and the two badniks immediately run to Dr. Robotnik. “Yes, Sir! You need us?” Scratch saluted. Dr. Robotnik blatantly ignored the fact that Scratch’s diaper was stained with oil as he gave the morning orders to the two. “Listen up! We just got an anonymous tip that that pesky blue porcupine is heading this way! You two need to guard the fortress, fast! Get to the observation towers, and get ready to capture that hedgehog!” Scratch blushed a bit. He didn't want Sonic to see him in a diaper, but he had no choice but to head up to the tower with Grounder. “Ugh, this is an absolute nightmare…” Scratch complained as he waddled up the tower stairs, holding up his sagging diaper by the waistband. As Scratch got into his position in the tower, he took out his binoculars, and looking through them, saw a blue blur approaching over the horizon. Sonic was approaching the fortress! “Grounder! Blue hedgehog, twelve o’ clock! Get the net canon ready!” Scratch commanded. Grounder nodded his head as he got the net gun armed. “Wait for it…” Scratch commanded as he peeked through the gun scope, aiming the barrel in the distance. But when he looked through the scope, the blue blur was gone! “What?! Where’d he go?” Grounder exclaimed. “Right here fellas!” A familiar voice perked up. The two badniks spun their heads around, and to their shock, Sonic was standing right behind them! “You call me?” the blue hedgehog smirked. “IT’S THE HEDGEHOG! GET HIM!” Scratch yelled as Grounder aimed the net gun at Sonic. But just as Grounder was about to fire, Sonic said, “Wait, Time-out! Hold it!” Sonic looked at Scratch, who was now in view. But the thing that looked funny was Scratch was wearing a diaper, and it was soaked with oil. “Um, Scratch….” Sonic pointed to the badnik’s padded crotch. “Oh, I...uh….had a little accident…” Scratch basfully responded as he tried covering himself up, his whole face turning red. Sonic stared at the sight, and after a few moments of awkward silence…. He burst into a fit of laughter! “BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Hey! Stop laughing, you jerk!” Scratch yelled, embarrassed. But Sonic still kept laughing, and he was rolling on the floor, in fits of tears. “OHOHOHOH!! Scratch is wearing a diaper! Priceless! Hey, you want a bottle and a bib, while you're at it,too?! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Scratch’s temper was starting to deteriorate, and he steamed as he aimed the net gun at Sonic. Just as Sonic opened his eyes to recover from his laughing fit, he saw the net aimed right at him. He knew if he let his guard down for even a second, he’d get captured. “Uh oh! I’d love to stay and laugh all day, but I gotta buzz, cuz!” Sonic started to escape. Scratch yelled after him, “W-Wait! I can explain!” Sonic turned around and snickered. “Sorry, Scratch, but I don't wanna make friends with a widdle baby like you. BYYYYYYEEEEE!” And with that, Sonic zipped off into the distance. Grounder shook his head. “Blast that hedgehog...he got away again…” But Scratch wasn't paying attention. He was too busy bursting out into a fit of rage. He jumped up and down furiously, screaming, “I HATE THIS FUCKING DIAPER! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HAAAAAAATE IIIIIIIIT!!!!!!” “Scratch, careful! You’ll fire the--” Before Grounder could finish his sentence, Scratch in his temper, accidentally fired the hair-trigger net gun at Grounder, trapping him. “...net gun.” Scratch threw the gun to the ground, smashing it into a million pieces. He storms off, leaving Grounder behind. Scratch storms into his room, and slams the door behind him. “Damn it….” Angry tears rolled down his cheeks. Scratch looked down at his soaked diaper, and realized he had not been changed all day. “COCONUTS! GET IN HERE, DAG NABIT!” Scratch yelled at the top of his voice. Just as fast as Scratch finished his sentence, Coconuts came rushing into the room, looking frazzled. “So, the hedgehog got away again, huh? Not surprised…” Coconuts groaned. Scratch nodded. “For two reasons...and you can probably guess what one of them was…” Scratch sighed as he pointed to his soaked diaper. Coconuts gagged at the sight. He had never done diaper duty before, and he never wanted to. This had to have been the worst demotion job since sewer patrol! “Where are the other diapers? I just wanna get this done and over with.” Coconuts groaned. “The Doc set them under my bed.” Scratch pointed to the diaper package under his bed. Coconuts grabbed them, along with putting a clothespin on his nose. He knew it was just oil that the diaper was wet with, but it was worse than the real deal to Coconuts. “Okay...here goes nothin’...” ONE GRUELLING DIAPER CHANGE LATER… Scratch was now in a fresh new diaper, and Coconuts tried not to get sick as he finished throwing out the old oily diaper into the trash. “Look, I hate this just as much as you do, okay?” Scratch grumbled. “Oh, shut up, boltbrain! At least I’m not the one who oiled himself in the first place! You think you have it bad; if i have to do this for an entire week, I'll have to wash my hands with bleach!” Coconuts complained as he started to walk out of Scratch’s room. “Tell you what, Coconuts, I’ll make you a deal. If you can manage to change my diapers by the end of the week, I’ll do whatever you say for a whole day.” Coconuts turned around and said, “Yeah, you’d better do what I say! It’ll save me a shift of sewer duty! Now goodnight!” Coconuts said as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him. “Haha, whatever. See you around, bolt brain.” Scratch was now alone in his room, exhausted from this day, emotionally and physically. As he crawled into bed, he observed his diaper once again. Still dry...but somewhat...appealing to him. “Oh well. I guess i could be worse.” Scratch thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.