"....The heck am I?" murmured a brown raccoon in a closed up area with a small bed. He walked up
to the locked steel door with a little square shaped hole blocked off with iron bars as a window.
"Hello?" He sagte again, waiting for a response. He looked at his hands. His gloves were orange.
"That's odd," he sagte to himself, "This is probably just a dream. A really realistic dream."
He lied down in his bett and after about a half hour, started to sleep.
What felt like only Sekunden later but what was actually hours, he saw two bulls with badges standing in front of him.
"Hey. You. Wake up. Recreation time. C'mon," the bulls said, pushing him. He was still in the closed off room.
"Where am I?" He said, confused. "Who are you?"
"You are in prison," the bulls said.
"WHAT?! Why?!" The raccoon shouted.
"You attempted to murder Sonic the Hedgehog, now get up, Damon!" They put handcuffs on the raccoon named Damon and opened the locked steel door.
They led him to a room with other roguish looking Tiere in orange gloves playing basketball.
"You've got a half-hour, now hurry up!"
The bulls walked out and locked the door.
Damon sat out of the game and tried to remember attempting to kill Sonic the Hedgehog. He got quick Bilder in his head of bright flashing red lights,screaming faces, and a blue hedgehog running from the lights.
"I think... I remember now!" Damon yelled aloud. A number of prisoners stopped and stared at him.
"Do any of Du have anything sharp?" He asked.
"I do!" sagte a man with a beard. He handed a messer from out of his pocket to Damon.
"Thanks," sagte Damon. "Now would any of Du like to volunteer to get a small cut? It would really help!"
Three prisoners stepped up to Damon and bared there arm. These prisoners look slightly less violent and rough than the others. Damon took the borrowed messer and barely cut their arms. He picked up a small bottle out of his pocket and got a drop of blood from each of them in the bottle. He then cut himself and put his own blood in the bottle.
"Thanks," he said, and pulled gauze out of his pocket and wrapped their cut areas in the gauze. The prisoners walked away. He stirred the bloods in the bottle together until it looked like a deep color of scarlet. He took a marker out of his pocket and started to draw a pentagram around his body.
"Hey, what are Du doing?!" A prisoner shouted. Mehr heads of prisoners turned to him. They ran to him, but it was too late. He placed the bottle in the middle of the pentagram and started murmuring strange sounds under his breath. The bottle started glowing and shaking. Finally, the deep scarlet turned into a deep green. He picked up the bottle and started drinking.