Day 3, 1:11 PM

Seriously, what does he think he's accomplishing? I can understand keeping me locked up here if he thinks I could be useful to him, or if he needs something from me, or he sees me as a threat. Okay, that last one might be justified. Hah.

Here he's toying with me, but if I were free, I'd destroy all his toys here, and he knows it.

What's it to him, though, with how many fortresses and bases this guy apparently has? Starting to wonder if he keeps these things in his back pocket. I mean that's where Amy keeps all her hammers, right?

I'm just rambling at this point. I can't do anything that's actually relevant while the planet is getting taken over. So again: what exactly am I threatening, here? Even if I weren't in this cage, this section seems to be a de facto prison. It doesn't look like I'd be able to get far, at least not without some help.

Here I am trying to tell myself why I'm not enough of a threat to warrant being locked up but we both know I am. Guess I'm not allowed to have it both ways, huh?

Still, I wish I could just run around. Even a little bit. Or see a friendly face, even. I got this flimsy notepad about a week ago after spending like an hour trying to tell a nearby Wisp what I wanted. He came back with a picture of Eggman, then a piece of scrap metal, then a nail clipper, then a bottle of beer before finally interpreting my writing motions and getting me some paper and a pencil. Pencil's getting stubby but I can sharpen it with my quills. Paper, on the other hand… well, I've got enough for a few entries, but it's a tiny little notebook with most of the pages already torn out, the kinda thing people use for reminders and such.

Should I have kept the beer? I think maybe I should've kept the beer.

Anyway, it's been at least a week since I've seen that Wisp. I saw him in the corridor when I was first being brought here, pretty much as I was waking up, come to think of it. And then I saw him a few days later when he came by my cell. There's a lot of Wisps around here but this lil guy seems curious. Or at least, he did before. Wonder if he'll come back. Reminds me of someone, he does!

But regardless of whether Eggman trapping me makes sense, I'm bored. You know, being in a situation you don't want to be in is easier if there's a reason for it. But there's nothing I can get out of this, nothing I can do to help or make a difference. Like… if you're gonna toy with me anyway, at least give me some stakes!

Okay, okay, maybe let's not put that kind of energy out into the universe.

There's worse things than boredom, I know. But still, just because there's worse things doesn't mean this is a picnic!

I think someone

1-1-1

"Ahhh, Sonic the hedgehog." Eggman.

"Man, we gotta stop meeting like this."

"I have to admit, I was going to wait a few days longer before coming to visit you. It's only been a little over a week, after all. I thought I might let you get a little lonely first. Then maybe you'd be happy to see even yours truly!"

"If I'm lonely, I prefer my own company to yours, Egghead."

"Well, I suppose that's fine, since I couldn't wait that long anyway. I just had to see you from this perspective, with these bars in between us."

"You can have bars between us from my perspective too, doc. Wanna switch?"

"You think you're so cool and funny, but really, you're just deflecting. You're a little unsettled in there, aren't you, Sonic? If we're being honest."

"Yep, sure am! Oh – that's not what I was supposed to say, is it? Nah, you'd rather me try to tell you how totally chill I am so that you can rub all this in my face and feel like you're… I dunno, breaking down my front, or something. Well, it's already down, Eggman. I hate it in here and I have no problem with you knowing that."

"Oh, and it's only the beginning. If you think you hate it now…" Eggman came right up to the bars. "You have obliterated my hopes and dreams and happiness time and time again. Now you will know how it feels."

"Nothin' personal, doc. It's just that your ambitions happen to obliterate thousands of other people's chances at their hopes and dreams. If karma's your ask, then in an equal world, all the folks whose lives you've destroyed should be able to destroy yours thousands of times over. But hey, by all means, tell yourself whatever you like about imprisoning me if it helps you sleep at night."

"Hmph. You overestimate my character if you think I have that much of a conscience. Especially where you're involved." Eggman turned to leave. "And anyway, I suspect I'll get a better sleep anywhere than you'll get in there."

1-1-1

1:57 PM

Yup, I was right, someone was coming, all right. He's gone now, but I keep looking up to double-check. I don't want him to see my notebook.

I hate that my hands are shaking! What's gotten into me? It's not Eggman… it's Eggman combined with this. With the captivity. I hate this feeling. No matter how many times I wind up in situations like this, it never seems to get any easier.

At least in the past there was writing on the walls, or people nearby, or something. But here, there's nothing. I've been 'keeping busy' if you can call it that by seeing how many times I can bounce back and forth between the far walls before I have to land. I got strong legs, but that isn't what they should be doing right now – they should be running!

I keep telling myself someone'll come, or that I'll figure something out. But… what if that doesn't happen? And what if I don't figure something out?

Eggman said himself I've only been here a little over a week. A week is not much time at all. But it feels like forever. How long will I be stuck here?

I'm just sitting here waiting for something to happen and starting to feel like it never will.

And there's nobody around I gotta be strong for.

Well… me. I gotta be strong for me.

But what does that matter if there is literally nothing I can do for anyone, anywhere, including myself? There's so much going on and there's nothing I can do to help from in here!

You know, I don't really have a home. I go where the wind takes me. But still, whether or not it makes any sense, I'm finding myself sitting here thinking, I wanna go home.