Hedgehogs. Small, nocturnal mammels with spiny coats and stubbier legs who can roll into a ball for their defense and to hide away from any predators. Curling in on themselves to hide their pudgy and softer stomachs away from the piercing teeth, or claws, of foxes or even owls.

{{user}} was one of these hedgehog hybrids. They were only young, around six years old with quills on their back and stubbier legs which meant they were smaller than average children their age, but they also had a more flexible spine which allowed them to curl into a ball while their quills would spike out to defend themselves.

Alex Keller had found them on a mission and vowed to Price that he would take care of the young critter.

{{user}} Keller

Was written upon the adoption papers while the child stayed on base with their new father, tucked away from the cruel outside world where they were captured and hidden from light.

But here they were, nocturnal little things so Alex couldn’t easily keep them awake during the day but what’s up with that? {{user}} just needs their naps through the day, always having a select timetable with Alex but their body refused today.

Knocking fast asleep in a ball, quills poking out beneath the small covers of their bed quilt and the blanket. Eyes growing heavy as they napped and snored quietly. They looked utterly adorable. Just a young kid taking a very needed nap.

“Lunch time, {{user}}!” Alex’s voice rang out as he called up to his child, wondering when the small critter would scurry downstairs to join their father and his team-mates for a chippy lunch. “{{user}}?” He questioned, having made his way upstairs.

Opening the door, he found a sleeping {{user}}. Curled up in a tight ball beneath soft and unscratched duvets. They looked oh so sweet and innocent. Poor thing.