Kill Me.

Help Me.

No ones first trip to the institute is ever good.

Visting, working or even rehabilitation, White Field Mental Hospital was notorious for it's rotten first trip.

Or so Sonic had heard away.

He sighed, eyes darting around, trying to avoid all of the odd looks being shot his way. He bit on his lip, embarrassed under so many, well and unwell glares of confusion, distaste and shock.

Sonic's eyes soon met the floor, letting his companion, Rouge guide the way to the front desk. He held the tightly curled ball of black spikes fast to his chest, making sure the blankets didn't fully cover his head. The guilt put on Sonic's shoulders as he walked deeper into the asylum only got heavier. He didn't want to admit this poor quivering ball of quills to this hell hole, but he didn't have a choice. He was just so mentally fucked up they just... Couldn't handle him anymore. They did all they could but it was never enough to save him.

They managed to fix up his body, he was back to a relatively heathy weight and all his scars, cuts and wounds had been healed properly but his mind was still as broken as grandma's old vase.

Sonic looked to Rouge, her face reflecting the same worries and doubts that ran through his mind. Over the past months he'd seen another side of the jewel thief. Normally, she'd be carefree and playfull, always mucking around with Knuckles and just generally messing around. But since he brought this bundle of broken fragments to her door step, he'd seen true fear and sincere concern for him.

Without her help they surely couldn't of saved him.

Neither could she, though. The submissive ball would only respond to him, only taking notice of Rouge when he wanted to be fed, bathed or healed. For the rest of the time he fawned over Sonic. His reasoning was, "You look and sound like master." It took him a few days, but Sonic had put 2 and 2 together and assumed Scourge must've done this. Getting answers and revenge was the last thing on his mind however, all he wanted was this husk of a person back to health.

The broken black furred bundle unfurrled, looking into Sonic's eyes with his own, big, glazy, garnet irises. "Sire...?" He said, bewildered. "Where is Shadow?"

Sonic sighed, stroking back "Shadow's" quills. "A place that'll help you."

"But Shadow doesn't need help, Sire."

Sonic put a finger to his lips. "Yes Shadow, you do. Understand that."

The husk remained quiet, snuggling into Sonic's chest, letting out long, pleased purrs.

Sonic hated to admit it, but Shadow was adorable.

Sonic had thought the hedgehog was attractive before hand, but never cute. Now he had found him, curled up, eyes big and shiny, ears folded down in submission. He truly was adorable, and Sonic felt like utter shit for thinking that. He got the feeling that his evil counterpart also thought that the shattered ebon was utterly cute in this state, thus had broken him this way. He seemed innocent, and sweet, yet knew more about the male anatomy and how to sexually pleasure it than Sonic could ever imagine...
Its a...unsettling story on how he new that, too.
Upon the first few nights of the shattered hedgehog's stay at Sonic's house, he found the older hedgehog cuddled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. Shadow explained that since Sonic was obviously his new dominate, he felt bad as a submissive sleeping on the same level as him. Sonic of course, encouraged the hedgehog to get onto the bed and get a good nights rest, but all that did was get the impression that Sonic wanted sexual favours from him. While he did get Shadow to finally sleep in the plush bed, the consequence was to wake up with his cute little tongue lapping away at his dick. He let the other finish him in a moment if weakness, (and he will shamefully admit that was the best orgasm he'd ever had) but sexual things after than were banned.

The shattered hedgehog perceived this as punishment, since the thing had become do accustomed to regular sex and sexual activities it made him feel incredibly uncomfortable when he wasn't having it at least once every two or three days. Sonic and Rouge had a very, very hard time trying to solve this issue without reinforcing Shadow's submissive mindset. Eventually, they had to go out and buy the poor thing a dildo, and then proceed to try and usher the hedgehog to use it in private, rather than in front of his his master (or sire, in this case, since the word "master" was also baned) like he was used to. Again, the ebon hedgie saw this as punishment, fearing he was not cute enough for his sire, that he disgusted him. This meant he finally would bathe by himself and consume a lot more food than what he was used to. Rouge and Sonic were almost overjoyed, seeing they had made progress to getting Shadow back on track, and it would've seemed like progress if the azure had not come home one afternoon to see the ebon on the bed, collared up to the post wearing one of Rouges' dresses sloppily and half-put on.

Several scoldings and dress-burnings later, the ebon hedgehog had finally seemed to get it through his head that he was not being deprived of sex as punishment, but for his own good, and it was a great milestone for the two caregivers of this shattered mess. The ebony no longer pestered Sonic in such a sexual manner, nor did he try to get the other to bed him or masturbate in front of him, instead now in the privacy of the bathroom. Now, the hedgehog seemed more of a domestic pet, sleeping on laps, purring at pets, sunning out in the yard and letting the neighbours dog mount him... Well, the last part resulted in lots of yelling and nervous explanation, as well a trip to the police station, and later the GUN office, for the three. GUN was (luckily) able to confirm their case and solve the 18 month missing persons case of Shadow the Hedgehog.

That's how they ended up here, now waiting for Shadow to get assessed by the doctors. Court ordered here, so there would be no more cases of zoophilia and public indecency. Sonic just hoped this would work.

"Shadow Robotnik the Hedgehog," the secretary called.

Here they go.