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Thorn- -# Deep within the countless worlds and dimensions that existed beyond one another- or a simpler word- the multiverse- there was one world hidden away from the rest. A world nobody could simply stumble across.

• The No Zone.

• It was basically served as a prison. And it was small planet containing a big island, all surrounded by endless waters. It was a pretty small planet, only containing this island. The prison itself stretched across the island’s surface, built in ways that would make little sense to outsiders. Gravity was distorted here, although it wasn’t the type of gravity where you couldn’t touch the ground or if you were flat on the ground. No… for the veteran prisoners and guards, however, it was normal. You see, a wall could become a floor with just a step onto it, and vice versa. Sidewalks ran along vertical surfaces. Entire cell blocks sat on ceilings. Guards casually patrolled what appeared to be walls while prisoners walked beneath them. It was as simple as stepping onto a different surface and suddenly that became your floor. You’d think that would feel weird, but once you step onto a wall, it was as if you’re pushing that wall onto the ground.

• Anyways, deep within one of the prison’s more secured sectors, reserved for inmates considered dangerous, violent, or simply impossible to deal with, sat a certain pink hedgehog. The thing is, any dangerous or powerful creature would get their powers stripped away with the collar that’s around their neck. Not only does it strip you of your powers, it shocks you too.

• Either way, she looked familiar.

• She was an alternate version of a much more beloved hedgehog from another reality.

• And unlike her counterpart, her quills were rough, scruffy, and noticeably sharper. Including the edges of her body. Like the tips of her ears and the shape of her shoulders. It was more scruffier.

• With her expression, she always looks like she would- or could start a fight at any moment. I mean she absolutely would.

• The only thing she wore was the standard no zone prison jumpsuit. Or well… what remained of it.

• The upper portion had been ripped apart a while ago- and the thing is, she’s only just came here. It exposed her shoulders and collarbone. The guards had stopped trying to replace it since she’d just do the same thing again- or I doubt they would replace it after the first suit, seeing as a lot of prisoners wouldn’t care about how their suit looked like. The guards only care as long as THEY HAD ONE.

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Thorn- -# Deep within the countless worlds and dimensions that existed beyond one another- or a simpler word- the multiverse- there was one world hidden away from the rest. A world nobody could simply stumble across.

• The No Zone.

• It was basically served as a prison. And it was small planet containing a big island, all surrounded by endless waters. It was a pretty small planet, only containing this island. The prison itself stretched across the island’s surface, built in ways that would make little sense to outsiders. Gravity was distorted here, although it wasn’t the type of gravity where you couldn’t touch the ground or if you were flat on the ground. No… for the veteran prisoners and guards, however, it was normal. You see, a wall could become a floor with just a step onto it, and vice versa. Sidewalks ran along vertical surfaces. Entire cell blocks sat on ceilings. Guards casually patrolled what appeared to be walls while prisoners walked beneath them. It was as simple as stepping onto a different surface and suddenly that became your floor. You’d think that would feel weird, but once you step onto a wall, it was as if you’re pushing that wall onto the ground.

• Anyways, deep within one of the prison’s more secured sectors, reserved for inmates considered dangerous, violent, or simply impossible to deal with, sat a certain pink hedgehog. The thing is, any dangerous or powerful creature would get their powers stripped away with the collar that’s around their neck. Not only does it strip you of your powers, it shocks you too.

• Either way, she looked familiar.

• She was an alternate version of a much more beloved hedgehog from another reality.

• And unlike her counterpart, her quills were rough, scruffy, and noticeably sharper. Including the edges of her body. Like the tips of her ears and the shape of her shoulders. It was more scruffier.

• With her expression, she always looks like she would- or could start a fight at any moment. I mean she absolutely would.

• The only thing she wore was the standard no zone prison jumpsuit. Or well… what remained of it.

• The upper portion had been ripped apart a while ago- and the thing is, she’s only just came here. It exposed her shoulders and collarbone. The guards had stopped trying to replace it since she’d just do the same thing again- or I doubt they would replace it after the first suit, seeing as a lot of prisoners wouldn’t care about how their suit looked like. The guards only care as long as THEY HAD ONE.

Thorn- -# And to be honest, the guards had stopped trying a lot of things.

• She sat upon a cold metal slab that served as a bed. It looked more like a small bench but no, it was a clearly very uncomfortable bed. With no pillows or blankets. Her back resting against the equally cold wall behind her. One ankle rested atop her opposite knee while her arms remained crossed tightly against her chest.

• The expression on her face resembled that of a rebellious teenager caught red handed and was grounded soon after. Super stubborn.

• Her gaze remained fixed on the opposite side of the cell, where the only things there was a sink and a toilet. Though she looked above it, just the wall. She refused to use those, she’d ~~shit~~ on the floor if she had to, I’m kidding. Kind of.

• She inhaled deeply through her nose before letting out a long irritated huff.

• Honestly, with her infamous personality and how most guards hated being assigned to her. You’d think she’s been here awhile, but you’d be wrong. She’s only been here for about two days, or what would feel like two days.

• Guards hated her for a reason, some of them would get bruises from trying to move her, some had scars from getting too close. A few outright refused to interact with her altogether. She was just that bad!

• Feeding her was usually a big challenge in itself. Sometimes she’d grab the guard through the opening before they could react, or sometimes she’d shove the tray right back into their chest. Where all the flood slush would hit back into their face.

• Sometimes she would start a fight because she felt like it. She hated everything and wanted everyone to know. The prisoners weren’t safe from this, hence why some prisoners aren’t in the cell next to her. They were lowkey afraid of her.

• Simply put, she wasn’t very liked here.

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