another weresonourge prison fic!

I headcannon that Scourge has some serious self image problems. Espically being the anti of everyone's favorite blue blur. And in his attempt to distance himself from that forced image, he ended up loosing who he really is. Also that he ended up getting anxiety from prison and his past choices. Causing self doubt and dangerous self hate. So he constantly distracts himself anyway he can from these thoughts. Though it usually isn't good for his over all well being either. Be it skipping meals to do a project in another part of the prison or loosing sleep by reading, he'd likely do it merely for a needed distraction.

The werehog sonic of the prison, who I headcannon goes by Sonic's middle name, Maurice, knows and can tell when these self destructive behaviors happen. So he does his very best to ease Scourge's worries.

And believe it or not, the both of them seem to calm the other's inner demons relatively well.

Plus I really like the thought of Scourge never out right asking for comfort and such when he's in distress. Tough guy till the end. It still startles him how easily Maurice (Momo as a pet name) can figure it out.

So have a comfort drabble!

Sonic the Werehog and Scourge the Hedgehog to SEGA/Archie

Listened to this while typing it. It fits weirdly. /perfectlyvindictive/love-like-you-ft-saphire-and-ruby-steven-universe-parody

In the darkness of a cell within the No Zone prison, Scourge lay on his mattress with a tired expression. His reading light having gone dead from the batteries, he was stuck within the very darkness he tried to distract himself from.

Shoving the thick, dog eared book back under his pillow. The green teen laid back with a rather beat look.

The only solitude he could find within this hellhole was the escape of reading. People tended to overlook you that way. Or deem you a nerd and destroy you anyway.

After his first few times reading in the library, he discovered the safest place to read was in his cell. Not to mention he was less likely to see his insides on his outsides.

Yet when something took away that solitude, he was stuck within his own mind. Mulling over many thoughts and ideas swirling with him.

Groaning softly, he pressed his palms against his eyes and rubbed. It didn't stop the migraine from coming.

The what ifs are what bothered him the most. What if he dodged here or what if he did this.

A rather upsetting growl left him as he turned onto his side. He could plan out all he want, but he could never really think on the spot. He always needed time for the perfect plan.

A green and black boot kicked the wall as he grit his teeth. He didn't like to be reminded of each and every flaw. Each time he was, it was comparing himself to his anti, the hero. And after all this time and planning, everyone saw HIM as HIS anti. Never his own person.

It infuriated him that he could never really leave the large shadow that was casted over him.

Closing his eyes, he forced himself to focus on everything outside of his mind. Rolling back onto his back, he took deep breaths. The scent of the prison was disgusting. Like a horrible cocktail of body odor, regrets and blood. He really didn't want to identify each smell.

It was until he managed to focus on the only scent he could stand. The scent of a freshly rained on forest with fresh pine and cool wind.

The scent of freedom.

Cracking open his blues, they settled on the large and clawed hand that hung over the side of the bunk. Its own his new bunkmate after Smalls and his current fling. But at this point he could begin to wonder if he could even call it that. It seemed that the other only really cared about him than himself, and it terrified him that he always felt a sharp pang when he saw the other upset.

Ears twitching, Scourge listened to the soft rumbling purr of his snore. He could just picture the peaceful look on his features as he dreamed.

He reached out for the hand only to draw back. Why would he wake him up? He could handle this himself.

Sighing, he rested back into his bunk. The tightness in his chest increasing before he decided to screw it.

Using his foot, he nudged the bottom of the upper bunk. "Maurice….," he said softly, a snore coming in response only irked him. "Maury," he nudged a little harder. The beast above snorted and rolled over, taking the comforting hand away as he cuddled back into the rough sheets.

Feeling his eye twitch, the convict hedgehog reeled back his legs and kicked hard against the bunk top," Momo!"

The werehog snorted awake, tense and on all fours on his bunk as if he was ready to pounce. "WHAT? WHO- you damn it.," he rested back down," Did you have to kick my back that hard?" He asked tiredly, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"You wouldn't wake up….," Scourge said, sounding quiet.

Grumbling, the larger male swung so he hung over the side. His head in view as the bright greens settled on the smaller hedgehog. "Well, now I am….Everything ok?," he asked, looking exhausted.

"Yeah….you were just snoring loud is all.," he said simply, obviously lying but with his experience made it hard to tell. The werehog knew better.

"Oh I was, was I?"

"Yeah you were…," Scourge rolled away from him, his face flushing.

Maurice sighed, knowing the telling signs of anxiety building up as he realized the reading light was out. So, with very little grace, he slid off the top with a "thunk".

Taking this moment to stretch, he sighed as his felt his back pop and give. "Well, sorry. Can't help it." He said casually as he crawled into the lower bunk.

Flailing, Scourge turned to face him looking flushed and shocked," What are you doing?!," he whispered out. The werehog yawning, making a small squeaking sound," It's cold up there….and there's a heater down here.," he mumbled, his larger frame instantly curling around the smaller male with a sigh and nuzzle.

Sighing, Scourge felt himself snuggle back," I guess you can stay down here….," he mumbled, trying and failing to ignore the soft purr ins response.

"You're really fluffy by the way….." He said out tiredly as his eyelids grew heavy.

"Oh I am? Probably because of all the fur…" The werehog smirked softly. "Mmm, must be why you're in jail….," Scourge muttered sleepily.

Maurice tilted his head," Why's that?"

"Because it must be illegal being this soft….," Scourge snickered softly as he hid his face against a thick arm.

"Then I must be a walking violation then….," he mused in good humor.

When a response never came, he gently brushed away the few stray and messy quills from his eyes. The green hedgehog falling asleep for what seemed like weeks of being awake.

Lazily, he used his claws to gently work out the knots and tangles until the teen looked somewhat presentable.

He felt he failed in a way, when he saw the bags beneath his eyes. Though, he felt his mind change at the tiny smile Scourge had in his sleep. Maybe being there was a success on itself.

After a few minutes, Maurice finally rested his head down. Never letting his comforting hold loosen around the other as he fell back asleep.

He knew he'd never say he needed help, that he longed for comfort and security. But he knew he'd use other ways to show it. Maurice only rumbled at the thought as he promised himself that he'd be there to provide it. Whether Scourge knew it or not.