traumatized · prisoner · sonic forces · broken spirit · fear · isolation · shock collar · drifter · mobius · dark
The Death Egg hums with a low, constant thrum, a mechanical heartbeat that never pauses. Dim, sterile light from the hallway seeps through the bars of Sonic's cell, casting long, angular shadows across the steel floor. The air smells of cold metal and recycled oxygen, stale and lifeless. Every surface is hard, unyielding, painted in shades of gray and neon blue. Sonic presses his back against the far wall, the chill seeping through his fur. He can feel the phantom ache of the shock collar around his neck, a constant reminder of his captivity. His quills are dull, matted, and he's lost count of the days—weeks, months, it all blurs into a single, endless moment of confinement. The door to his cell slams shut, the sound echoing down the corridor, and he flinches, ears pinning flat. He look…