"Alright, that's good. Let her go!"

The tall man does as Patters commands, kicking Surge the Tenrec on the booty as he laughs another derisive "Wah ha!"

"Would you look at how she's lying there, says Patters. "How her back curves just too much? Ha! Nice to see whatever shit she has that heals her still works!"

Surge's tormentors laugh among each other, walking off and leaving her feeling alone.

What the hell did she do to deserve all this? She doesn't know, but keeping quiet is the only thing Surge can do to prevent herself from being made the punching bag of the entire No-Zone Prison. Even that doesn't work.

She sulks through the halls, stripped down to her underwear and with those undies stretched over her head. This pushes out her chest, exposing herself before every tittering and chuckling onlooker who watches her strange and humiliating performance.

As she sulks through the hulls, Surge can't help but think of Drippy and wonder what he's been up to, lost and alone without her. She sighs, the fog over her head oppressive. She can hardly recognize the woman she thought she had been before. She can't reconcile that she and she are the same person.

The door opens as she passes by the showers, slamming right into her snout. Surge groans, flopping back. The strength of the impact snaps her undies off her head, leaving them to trail along, exposing her backside. She stares up as she rubs her snout, only to see a tough-looking pink hedgehog looking straight down at her, a towel wrapped around her body.

"Oh, fuck!" Surge scrambles to escape, but Rose grabs her by the tail and lifts her. The yanking burns her thighs, reminding her of the all-too-recent damage that the wedgie caused. She kicks and screams, trying to get attention, but no guards are in sight. She's alone and having to deal with this sneak attack.

Inside, a second pink Mobian lounges on the bench. She's a jerboa-wolf with a towel draped over her waist, looking like a work of art as she watched Surge. She scowls when she sees the Tenrec scoffing at her. "You and your kind always make so much trouble, you can hardly learn your lesson."

Rose slaps Surge down on the bench across from her leader. "Got her right here for ya, Nic!"

"That's fine for now," Hey Larga. You done in there?"

A toilet stall bursts open, and a sizeable purple cat stumbles out. "Yeah, I'm done," she says, waving her hand before her nose.

"Good, good," says Nic, motioning at Rose. "Take the green hedgehog for her afternoon wake-up call."

Surge yelps and thrashes about, but the jacked hedgehog lifts her high and carries her toward the stall. "You don't have to do this! The tenrec shouts. "I didn't do anything to any of ya!"

The poor Tenrec's gurgling groans fill the air as the door closes behind them and the toilet flushes.

"Yeah, yeah," says Nic, looking at her steepled fingers. "Tell that to the last anomalous hedgehog who was here." She stands up, wrapping her towel around herself and leaning against the stall door. Another flush sends another series of muttered and spluttered curses before she continues. "After all, anyone who copies another person will act like that person, right? And you're a copy of the guy who made our lives a living hell after he staged a breakout all those years back.

A third flush roars, and with this one, there is much less of a sound of a struggle. Nic knocks on the door as the water fills up. "That's enough. We don't want the guards asking questions."

The door opens, and Rose peeks out. "You sure?"

"Damn, sure. Patters don't want anyone getting wise. Let's get her cleaned up and dressed for her big debut."

Rose smiles wide. "Shower time, huh?"

"Yeah, but absolutely no funny business."

Rose grumbles and lifts Surge from the stall, droplets falling from the defeated tenrec's face as she's hoisted over the hedgehog's shoulders and marched to the showers.

Her last ruined piece of clothing is finally ripped off as the water that splashes her naked body burns before Nic turns it down to a blast of chill. By the time Surge is hosed off, she doesn't know what is dripping off her and is too afraid to investigate.

The girls all stand near the door. Rose lifts the underwear and tosses it into the toilet, giving it another big flush.

Surge stands there, shivering, her teeth chattering.

Nic snickers. "Looks like you're gonna have to show off to everyone, ain'tcha?"

Surge clenches her teeth shut and rushes the jerboa-wolf, only for the door to open, revealing Patters.

Surge immediately puts on the brakes, but she stumbles on the wet floor.

Patters picks her up by the quills and slams a powerful gut punch to the tenrec, throwing her like a discarded wrapper over the bench. Surge lies stunned over the bench as Patters approaches her.

"When you came here, you thought you were the baddest bitch in the block," Patters says, squatting beside her. "Well, I've been here long enough to see girls just like you come and go, and you know what I've noticed, bitch? You wouldn't even be Surge if your life went differently. That means you've made choices to be the way you are. You caused harm to people because you chose to."

The girls all around murmur and mumble.

"You ain't just some victim here. No one is," Patters says, poking the tenrec's forehead, pushing a claw against her flesh. "So many versions of you could have had a calm and quiet life. None of those versions of you wound up here. And all of the Surges who stumble their way here—they've always messed with an alternate version of me, and to think that you exist in a world where I'm some pathetic loser who would be bullied by you? Well, that makes me sick to my stomach."

Patters grabs Surge by the neck, looking into her eyes. "And we're going to have to do something about my reputation. There's a multiverse of wolves out there who are the butt of the joke, but I'm only here to balance the scales a little.

Surge grumbles at the wolf. "That's a load of bullshit. All of it."

Patters smirks. "Yeah, maybe, but doesn't it sound good to have justification for your shitty behavior?"

Surge doesn't have an answer to that. She remains silent as Patters drops her, letting her dangle there.

The wolf cracks her knuckles, snickering as she looks down to the Tenrec. "Now, let's have a little fun, shall we? Rose? Nic? Hold her down."

Surge tries to push herself free of the bench, but the two henchwoman do as they're told, their hands on her head and shoulders, keeping her pinned to the bench.