A/N: A long overdue reward for those who reviewed and guessed especially for Plastic Raven who was such a good sport! Here is a little sneak peak at the context of the previous tidbit.

Important- Line breaks mean there's more text meant to be fitted inbetween these scenes that is not present yet.

Dark AU Title: Psych Excerpt: Hydrocyanic acid

Sonic watched the small feral hedgehog as it moved slowly across the wood chipped floor of its glass container. The Doctor said he kept it as a study aid. It was currently very pregnant Sonic knew. He watched curiously- though he made sure it didn't show- as the mother 'hog crawled over to the side of the glass that he was watching from.

"Perhaps it is time for me to teach you a very important lesson Sonic." The Doctor's voice was steely as he said this putting an edge on the young hedgehog's nerves.

Sonic watched closely as Robotnik walked over to the supply cabinets on the far left side of the lab room.

The two year old hedgehog was roughly thrown to the floor of the cell skidding against the cold dirt covered surface as he landed.

As soon as the door is shut I scramble on all four to the wall with my blanket and Teddy. Get away from it. I pull my red blanket over my legs and snatch my Teddy from the ground next to it and in the same motion practically slam my back against the wall. Desperately I clutch at Teddy. My eyes lock on the wall opposite me in my direct line of sight. No, not the wall. It's not the wall I see. It's against the wall motionless on the floor.

It's staring at me. With those black beady eyes. I look at them, blank. "You are next" they seem to say. My back against the wall. Stay away. "You are next" I hear in my mind. He killed them. Now it stares at me. I want to cry, but then I'll be next. I can't make a mistake or I'll be next. He'll kill me. Just like he killed them. I watched him. Now it's my friend. I don't want this friend. Get away. Those black beady eyes. I see them, lifeless, blank. They say I am next. It's dark and I don't like them. I want to huddle further into my blanket and hold my Teddy tighter, but I can't. My mind has stopped. I'm frozen. They say I am next. I don't want to be next. I sit there a few moments, a few seconds. I am next. I repeat this in my head. Then a few minutes. Again in my head I hear it. Those eyes, it's all I can see, all I know. The minutes turn to hours. I should rest. I don't. I can't sleep not now. Not now. I do nothing but stare at it with my own blank eyes and expressionless face, keeping my position with my back against the wall. It stays here for hours with me. They stay here for hours. It was pregnant. She was pregnant. Babies. Dead. So dead, so lifeless. So, so lifeless.

That could have been me. Next time it will be me.

Will the Doctor come to collect the little hedgehog carcass?

What if it won't ever be removed?

Suddenly I can move again and I'm kicking my feet against the floor and clawing my hands against the cold metal wall behind me as I attempt to move back further. It doesn't work. Face still blank and expressionless I find myself in a panic. I can't get away. It will always be there. Right there by the wall in front of me. Always staring. Always staring. Reminding me that I am next. I don't want to be next. I don't want…

A/N Please note that Sonic is supposed to be a particularly intelligent child in this story. This is why he seems to have a better vocabulary and understanding of death than most two year olds. Also a much better memory. Remembering that he is two though I try to keep his mental sentence structures (seen in the last section of this excerpt) either short and choppy or long and rambling.

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