Didn't update last week due to school. Also, we've hit 6k views and 50 follows! Some good news for you all:

Starting next Saturday, I might be able to update daily for about two weeks because I'll be off for Christmas break. Keep in mind that I still have some other projects to do unfortunately.

Now, I want to address something. I've noticed recently a lot of fetish art of Infinite and Gadget somehow having children... just so you all know I'm not into creepy fetishes like that.

SilverxCristal: Indeed he is and does, and he does want to do the right thing. Hopefully he'll succeed in his objective, but keep in mind of what can happen to Infinite, as well.

Several hours later, Infinite's POV

"Infinite!" I heard a voice call.

"Yes?" I turned and looked at a fat old man arriving from the steel corridor. My lips moved by themselves. I had no control over my movements, again. I must be in another weird dream.

"It is time. The Eggman Empire will now make its move against Earth!" He chuckled in an evil manner. "There's no time to waste! Get ready." Eggman commanded me.

"As you wish, Doctor. Do we have a plan of sorts? If we attacked all across the globe at once, your units could face disaster in the form of Sonic and his friends." I crossed my arms.

"HEY! My newest robots are very advanced and unbeatable, especially my new redesigned Death Egg Robots." He pointed at me and said with an agitated tone. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

"Your plan?"

"My newest plan involves you and your Phantom Ruby that's on your chest." He announced and raised a finger. "I will create a distraction by attacking Sunset Heights. When the rodent arrives, you and your illusions will take him down. Easy as pie, but don't kill him. I have plans for Sonic." Phantom Ruby? Illusions?

"As you wish, Doctor. I am also putting in faith that you that your battle plans will not fail, or at least disappoint me." I said. This sure as Hell wasn't me. It couldn't.

"Enough chatter, come with me to the city. We take action now!" Eggman made motions to follow. I watched as I followed the man with the moustache and red jacket to outside. From what I could see, we were in a desert of some sort. "I've already sent units to begin attacking the city. We have to hurry, come on!"

He climbed into whatever weird aircraft that he always flew that was stationed on a helipad. Suddenly, a red aura appeared around my body and I began to levitate into the air. What the Hell?

The old man took off using the jet engines in the aircraft, I too followed suit against my will.

Loud banging noises against the bars woke me from my slumber. I groaned and looked over to see a Commie there knocking their baton on the bars. The noticed me reluctantly awaken. "Get up. You are now being put to work. You have five minutes hy but wake up some."

I sat up and gave the guard a dirty look. "Okay, fine." I growled. The guard left the front of the cell. I rubbed my eyes. That little nap really didn't help much.

I got up off the bed and stretched some while yawning. It felt like a decent morning, not an afternoon to me. I straightened my prison jumpsuit which was really uncomfortable to wear and tied on the cheap boots I was given before. Unfortunately they had taken my special shoes that I always wore a while back when they were transferring me onto the ship, and they gave me these stupid things to wear.

I still don't know what's with these realistic dreams, or the significance of 'I'm not weak.' when I saw myself repeating that phrase. Weak... I don't know why but just thinking of the word made me bar my teeth in slight anger.

I rubbed my forehead in confusion. "Hey!" Someone shouted. I looked to the side and saw two morons there, an Arctic fox and a blue wolf, both donning the typical grey communist Shamar prison guard uniforms. One hit a button on the side and the bars to my cell opened up. "You will now work." The fox told me.

I really didn't feel like getting another major concussion and losing more of my memory. I could take these jokes on, but I am not dying here in this Hellhole. I'll have to wait until my squad gets me out. They'll come, surely.

I exited my cell and looked at the guards. They both grabbed my arms suddenly. In protest, I tried to break free because of the instinct that all my years in the Jackal Squad had been ingrained into my mind. My tail suddenly exploded in pain. I nearly yelled in pain.

"Do that again, and it'll be cut off." One of the guards told me. One of these bastards had stomped on my tail!

"Sorry." I muttered to them. They continued to grip my arms.

"Now move forward and down the steps." The wolf ordered me. I sighed and walked forward as they instructed me to and stepped down the metal stairs slowly. "Good... exit out of the cell block."

"Okay." The guards walked me out of the huge cell block and to the outside of the prison and back into the cold. It was snowing now, a sight I never see down in the Southwest UF. I looked all around at the snow falling around me.

"Look, I didn't steal anything from the warden! I swear by this great country." I heard someone yell in fright. Just off to my left of where we were walking, there was a guard confronting a prisoner with their baton out. The prisoner had been pushed against the wall of a building.

"You made the terrible mistake to steal the warden's personal journal, and now you've made it worse by lying! I know it's you, we saw you on camera surveillance. You're getting it now." I watched the guard hit the poor man over and over with his baton as we began to walk by.

I got hit in the cheek suddenly by one of the guards holding my arms. "Eyes. Forward. Anything you see around you is not your concern, Federate scum!" I looked forward and apologized.

I felt a little sad as I continued to hear the prisoner be beaten from behind. It wasn't... right.

As we walked through the snowflakes, the guards eventually took me to a building with huge metal doors on it that were open. There were some prisoners walking in and out with wheelbarrows. Once inside, there was a few more guards and some prisoners standing on a large life of some sort.

The guards released me from their grip and pushed me onto it. I looked back at them in hatred. The looks they casted towards me were mocking. I didn't like it. "You will receive your instructions once down there." The fox informed me and they walked away. The door on the lift closed and began to descend.

The lift continued to go down until stopping. The door unlocked and opened up. Everyone exited.

It was hot down here compared to the outside. I took a sniff and wrinkled my nose. It smelled of sweat and blood. We were in a tunnel that lead down to several more tunnels. What is this, a mine?

Walking down the tunnel, I saw all the sweaty, depressed and tired faces of all the prisoners that passed by. They just looked down sadly. No one even looked at me, which was surprising. No one cared about my heterochromia eyes, my long hair or even my brilliant tail.

Speaking of which, grabbed my tail and looked at it. It was slightly crushed, but not broken thankfully. I walked down to the end of the tunnel, where there was a huge opening. There were two larger tunnels ahead parallel with one another that had a bunch of prisoners walking in and out with lots of security.

I ran over and checked it out. I looked down the tunnels and was shocked at what I saw.

There were a bunch of prisoners with pickaxes mining out the tunnels. No machinery, all by hand. I realized that this wasn't just a normal prison with abusive guards, it was a fucking labour camp.

They're gonna work me to death here.

So there's your very late chapter, I'm sorry. I hope you all have a merry Christmas tomorrow! More to come soon.