Wrecked Experiment

Cracked to the Core

(Trigger Warning: Drug usage, Abuse, Mutilation)

Sonic was brought down a long hallway, the lights flickering and barely working. Looking at the walls, almost feeling like he was walking into a different timeline from how old it looked. His paws shaking, not able to speak or make any sort of noise. No sign of mercy in Nathan's eyes as he takes Sonic down another hallway, and at the end of it was a wall that had a pin pad on it. Sonic looked at the dead end, confused of what was to become of him. He stood there, helpless while being stuck like this. Nathan put in a code on the pad as the wall slowly scraped against the others it connected to. Sliding between them. Behind it was a dimmed room with one light bulb hanging over it. There was a large cage as well as a surgical table. Sonic teared up as he felt his heart beat begin to race. He was tugged into the room, another male in it. He seemed older, a bit more out of his mind. His hair was all whacky and greasy. Wearing old gloves that had old dried blood on it. His coat was ripped and torn away... how long has he been in here? Goggles covering his eyes, the goggles almost looking like they were a part of his face now. 

Sonic was shaking and then tossed into the open cage where the surgical table was at. He was then locked in there before he could get up and fight for his freedom. The muzzle restricting his vocals for going far. "Make sure he gets what he deserves for treating another experiment with... inhumane actions. And make sure he doesn't walk out without looking a bit... disfigured either, Dr. Malace" Nathan said with a menacing tone. The doctor nodded his head as Nathan walked out and the wall closed behind him to hide what disgusting things would be done to Sonic. The little hedgehog shaking, this man... the one he looked up to, he had become nothing but a monster ever since Shadow came into the picture. His hate, the rage... it was all building up as he stood there. Thinking about what to do, how he could make Shadow regret everything he has done to him. 

That's when Dr. Malace came into the cage and locked it behind him so Sonic couldn't get out. He had gloves on that do well when handling electricity. "My my, aren't you a fine specimen... Nathan hasn't given me anything to do in a long while, I'll make this count!" He grabbed Sonic before the experiment could defend himself. The doctor loosened the muzzle to make sure he could hear the subject talk... it was almost like something a lunatic would do. "Please! I-I don't want this! I didn't do anything wrong, I was protecting my friend... I!-" Before he could finish his sentence, he was strapped down to the surgical table. Not able to move a single bit. Sonic groaned, kicking and trying to get out of this hell hole he was now stuck in because of Shadow. All because... of Shadow.

Doctor Malace unlocked the cage, keeping it unlocked knowing Sonic was now strapped down. The doctor grabbed a syringe and filled it with a bright pink chemical... it even glowed. The dim lighting of the room, the feeling he felt... It makes him want to puke. He felt weak, lost even. He kicked and squirmed on the table, hoping the straps that were restraining him would let go. When all of a sudden Dr. Malace came back in with a large smile on his face. Sonic's head was then held down so he couldn't move even the slightest. "Now hold still you rat, I'm gonna have my fun with you, whether you like it or not." With that being said, Sonic felt the needle going into his skin. Puncturing the neck, feeling the sting and burn of the chemical going into his body. He yelled and cried, the doctor laughing at such antics. 

Sonic slowly became incoherent, not able to form words. His vision blurring as he got more and more chemicals injected into him. It was first a pink colored one, the next was a lime green, another was red with some blue tinting to it. He started to lose track of time, he began to feel off. His mind looping, his body aching. In certain parts of his body you could see the glowing chemicals showing in his veins. He was mentally begging for this to stop, but heck... when would this punishment end. Was this where experiments are put to be forgotten, to be left to rot and bleed out? Was this it...? Was this the final stand for Sonic? Eventually his neck had formed tons of bruises from the injections and them not being cleaned or patched up whatsoever. He didn't want to move his head from the sheer pain in his neck. His legs felt all staticy and fuzzy. His fingertips are growing numb as well.