(NOTE: Unlike a lot of my personal projects, This Interlude is in a pseudo canon state. Whether it's canon or not is up to the other Co-QMs, so time will tell what happens, but hope you enjoy either way!)
Jailhouse (Yellow and) Blues!
You were Thunderbolt the Chinchilla, and you were pretty upset.
Actually, that was the understatement of the century! Those brutes had no right to hold you here! What, was it now a crime to speak your mind and praise someone worthy of it!? Fascists, the lot of them!
You sulked in the cafeteria, playing with your food. You had just been let out of solitary confinement after another escape attempt. Those fools would be crushed under Lord Eggman's heel, but for now they were getting wise to any attempt to escape you made.
"Hey. You're in my seat." A voice gruffly stated. You growl.
"I don't see your name on it, Smalls."
The large purple cat with an eye scar snorted.
"Really? We're going to do this again? Honestly, it's starting to not even be fun anymore, you little loser."
"You're the loser, you peabrain! When Lord Eggman-!" You began. The tray connecting with your face kind of interrupted your grand speech.
"Eggman this, Eggman that. It's sad really. You keep hyping this guy up. Where is he then, hmmm? I think it's just pathetic you rely on someone who is never coming because you know you can't handle yourself." Smalls tsk'ed in mock pity. You howl and bite at him, but he easily smacked you away with his size advantage.
"You really need to learn your place, small fry." Smalls grinned, his foot on your stomach. A decent crowd has gathered by now, eager to see you get beaten up like the barbarians they were!
"Smalls! Stand down!"
A few agents had shown up and pointed their guns at the cat. He grunted and put up his hands, knowing the drill.
"Yeah yeah, relax. I made my point." Smalls scoffed, walking off.
The agents glared at the crowd, who dispersed in disappointment.
You lay there, just long enough to catch your breathe, hopefully not long enough to look weak.
You must Never let them see you as weak…
"You should quit antagonizing him. I won't be around to save you forever."
"I never asked for your help." You hissed at the man who said that.
The sickly looking, diminutive man adjusted his bowtie (why they let him keep that is beyond you) and gave a wry little smile.
"I could leave you to get pummeled instead of calling the guards, if you prefer."
".... Whatever. Why do you help me anyways?" You grumbled, returning to your food.
"A follower of his greatness is a friend of mine." He shrugged, leaving behind half an apple for you before he skulked off.
"...Thanks, Wormtongue." You mumble.
"Don't mention it, dear." The man said simply, without even stopping. He disappeared into the crowd of prisoners.
"... Overdramatic fool. We're cellmates…"
Xxx
Late at night, you sulk once more, in your cell. Grimer (you believe that is his first name… yeesh, and you thought your parents made their feelings clear with weird names) scribbled away in a notebook, eager to get his ideas out before lights out.
You sigh. You wouldn't give up hope. You would get out of here. And you would stand by Lord Eggman's side! And then you would burn this prison to the GROUND!
You got a twisted smile just thinking about it.
When lights went out, that's when you came to life.
Sure, they caught you pretty quickly when you were chiseling a hole in the wall, but there would be other opportunities. Other ideas.
You just had to be patient, like the brilliant Dr. Eggman would be…
