Just as soon as I thought I got this mystery wrapped up, they had to ruin the fun. Just as I thought we could be safe, I can't protect them. Just as I thought I could go back to my daily life...
I get my big blue butt in jail.
And they don't even care if I'm claustrophobic.
They walked me down the large hallway of prisoners, shouting, crying, angry at the cops who put them there. One large echidna, who at first thought was Knuckles, creepily followed my movements with his head, followed by his eyes.
He reminded me of that demon.
"You'll be staying here until tomorrow." The left officer stated while the other one unlocked the door that will never be opened again.
I looked back at them, then sighed and did as I was told.
Oh, did I mention they took my shoes away? They replaced them with the imposters. Somehow they managed to steal my super speed. I couldn't run away even if I wanted to.
Great.
I scanned the empty cage and saw a female fox lying on the dirty white mattress. She was an orange one, with two fluffy white tipped tails. Her hair was in a very messy bang with two tangled up ponytails on each side of her head. Her eyes were sky blue, somehow sparkling with no sunlight. Next to her were tick marks written in a white chalk. She's been here for a few weeks.
Of course she was wearing an orange jumpsuit! That's the typical jail outfit!
She stared at me for the longest time, watching my every move. She could've been that echidna's friend for all I know. I sat on the other filthy mattress. I sighed and stared out the metal bars that contained me. Occasionally I would take a glance at the fox, and she would always be staring right back into my lime green eyes. It was a very awkward silence.
If this is what it's going to be like stuck here forever, I'd rather let that demon form of me murder me in my sleep.
Eventually she finally did something else besides staring at me. She started walking around in circles, hands on her hips, thinking about something. Then she looked at me again, this time with the slightest hint of blush on her muzzle.
I figured it was two things: Either she's a fangirl of me, or I have to face the wall while she does her thing. I chose the second option.
I hummed a tune in my head, trying to ignore everything that was going on around me. I wanted to be home, watching TV without any other interruption happening in my day. I would sleep the night away, having little mini adventures every now and then, making it go exactly the way I want it to. Waking up to the smell of fresh breakfast cooked for me, courtesy of Amy. Going on morning runs, the scent of morning dew on a fresh field of luscious green grass, sniffing nearby flower patches. Stopping crimes here and there. Going back home after pigging out on chilidogs for an afternoon meal. Basically rinse and repeat.
I managed to take a sneak peak at the fox while she was doing who knows what, then stared at the wall for two more long minutes. Or was it? I haven't been here long and I already lost track of time. I made a huge sighing noise to get her attention. It worked after the third time.
"What do you need that's so important?" She responded. She didn't turn around.
"I just wanted to know how you ended up here." I lied. I really wanted to know why she forced me to turn around and face the wall besides the obvious reason.
"They don't trust me. No one does. They tell me, 'You are a nobody.' 'You belong in an asylum.' 'Your craziness is a disease and you're gonna spread it across the town.' They don't want me around. They want me to die. They show up at my house with a bloody knife, asked me to hold it. I did. Now I'm here, because of something they wanted me to do. Police are no help. They don't want to find justice. If you accidently gave your best friend a paper cut, you'll be sent here." She was rocking back and forth at this point. She sounded like she was shivering with every breath she took.
"Um, no offence, but, who's 'they'?"
"They meaning other people. Random ones. They all know me. Because of her."
"Who's the her?"
"Okay, would you quit asking questions?!" She whipped her head around and marched right in front of me, our noses almost touching.
"I'm sorry! You can't blame a guy for asking so many questions."
"That's the problem. Guys can't control themselves, so they seek female assistance. Then they treat them like trash and say they never wanted the female's help anyways, when the truth lingers in the black hole of their hearts." She pushed me away from her and walked back over to her corner. "It's people like you who drive me insane."
"Look, I'm not one of those people. To be honest, I'm stuck in the same predicament as you. I was framed for murder because of some demon spirit! I was trying to investigate the situation myself, then go to the police to clear my name, they throw evidence in my face, I solve a puzzle they couldn't begin to figure out, and they thought I did it. Now I'm here." I took a deep breath. The kitsune rolled her eyes.
"Likely story." She kicked a nearby can over to my direction. "Anyone could pretend to be the 'hero'. How do I know it's really you and not the murder?"
"I... I don't know..." I looked down at my fake sneakers.
"Tell me something that only he would know."
"Um, I like chilidogs?"
"Everyone eats those."
"Runs around at the speed of sound?"
"Pretends to."
"Has a sidekick with twin tails?"
"Imaginary friend."
"Fights robots?"
"That's what G.U.N. is for."
"Has a rival?"
"Multiple rivals."
"Fights bad guys?"
"Dreams."
"Claustrophobic?"
"So what?"
"Hydrophobic?"
"Take swimming lessons then."
"Never takes off my shoes?"
"You're not the only one."
"Quills smell like blueberries?"
"Plenty of Mobians do."
"Soft, plush like ticklish stomach?"
"Anyone with a fear of being tickled has one."
I gulped. This girl knows how to identify fakes within seconds! Any more explanations gone down the drain, I'd be forced to share my darkest secrets... But I got no other choice...
"Secretly has a crush on Amy?........." I kept myself quiet. This time, there wasn't a response. I smiled in my mind.
Yes! I finally got her!
"Are you really the true Sonic the hedgehog?" She eyed me again, carefully observing my face.
"Yes, I am. What about you? What's your name?"
She sighed and shut her mouth. I barely heard the next few words that came out.
"Melody. Melody Prower."
