Years.

Three years he had been stuck in this hellhole.

Years he had been alone, stuck in an empty rotting cell. Never even getting the pleasure of eating with other people, or seeing the sun from anything other then the incredibly small window inside his cell that was blocked by thick bars.

Give me a cellmate, he asked every day or whenever the guards passed by his cell. Only to be ignored.

Sure, he had cellmates in the past, but they were either rude or scared of him. Or just simply unattractive.

But after breaking out? After killing at least a quarter of the other prisoners and a few guards inside the Zone Jail?

He was thrown back into a cell, locked up tight and his new cell refrained to prevent the use of chaos energy.

But, in the end, they ended up giving in. Giving him what he oh so longed for.

A cellmate. An attractive one, too.

He was a green hedgehog, named Scourge they said, he had been in jail for five years now. Longer then what Fleetway himself had been in here for. But at first glance, he was attached. Having a cellmate that actually fit his standards? This was practically heaven on earth.

Day after day, he asked endless questions about the other until he answered. Was always in his space. Was oddly affectionate like they had always knew each other. Slept with the other, which was hard convincing Scourge to allow but he managed to convince him in the end. Not fully, though. It took awhile for him to actually be comfortable with it and expect it. Not to mention he didn’t act sleep, he just simply cuddled with Scourge and watched him sleep. It was, somehow, entertaining for Fleetway.

But quickly, a few days turned quickly into five years.

After showing that he wouldn’t harm anyone(that was a lie. He would harm everyone, but now he had Scourge to keep him calm)he was allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the other prisoners.

But over all? Their routine never changed. They ate together, slept together(though Fleetway didn’t sleep), annoyed the guards together… etc etc.

While Fleetway was overly affectionate and friendly, while Scourge was the reserved, i-won’t-take-any-nonsense type. The type that would calm Fleetway down whenever he was about to either harm somebody, or explode the place. It was a gamble. Scourge was basically a blessing in disguise for the guards, though. Since now someone could keep Fleetway under control.

…

The cell opened up, a guard coming to escort them to the cafeteria and took off Fleetways muzzle for the time being to eat, which wasn’t even a necessity for him. Food wasn’t a thing he needed, but he’d fake anything to have that damned thing taken off.

Getting their food that wasn’t even decent enough to be called food, they sat down at their regular table in the corner. Setting their trays of slop down on the cold surface. Fleetway sat close to Scourge. Watching the other man, who looked miserable and two seconds away from blowing his own brains out, just stare blankly at the wall with that dead look in his eyes. “Scourge” Fleetway called out, tapping on the other man’s shoulder to get his attention. “Scooouuurrgggeee… you need to eeeaaattt…” Fleetway remarked, continuing to tap on Scourge’s shoulder until those dead, blue eyes glared at him. “Glad you’re back. Now c’mon… eat. Mobians do need food, rightt? So come onnn… it may not look good, but you need something in your stomach.” Fleetway stated, pushing the tray towards you more. Oddly enough, it seems he was the responsible one today. Picking up a spoonful of whatever soup they had served, and placed said spoon into his mouth. Eating his own slop, yet as always; had no reaction to the horrible taste that entered his mouth. “Seee? Its edible. Barely. But- whatever! Just eatt… you need nutrition to keep that beautiful body of yours i love so much healthy!~”