Chapter 3

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The chameleon awoke to a horrible crushing sound

darting his eyes open to what on Mobius was going on

the walls and ceiling shaking as they began closing in itself

fist clenched the mattress as the chameleon tried to calm himself as it happened

reminding himself there was space over and over

he wouldn't give into Eggman's desire to watch prey squirm

(in...out...in...out) the chameleon instructed as he controlled his breathing, hoping this would end soon

only for the situation to worsen with a much too familiar scream ringing through the room

"espio!"

"Charmy?" Espio gasped as he looked around in pure confusion

but with the lights dimmed the hole in the wall above was the only area it could come from

"Espio! Help!" a new voice pleaded

Vector...

"Vector?! Charmy?!" Espio yelled back as he rushed to the wall, his hands sliding down the walls

"Espio!" they called as the screams continued

"I'm here! what's happening?!" Espio asked in desperation

and yet the explanation was never given

the screams, the senseless pleading

and suddenly

it stopped

"huh...charmy?....vector...?" Espio asked with a shakey voice looking up at the hole in disarray

yet all he was met was silence

what happened outside of this wall?

putting a kick in the hopes of an answer he was shocked

literally

electric sparks engulfing his body from his new accessories

"gah!" Espio cried as he dropped to the floor from the sudden pain

grabbing his neck with a grunt before standing back up

giving a quick look to the camera

the red light blinking showing that someone was getting very entertained by this wicked show

it had to be a trick

the room's movement, the sudden screams of his friends, and the sudden silence

it had to be Eggman playing with him

so with a growl, he marched himself back to the bed

doing his best to ignore the ever more growing questions in his mind and not give Eggman any reactions

it was too dark to do more investigating anyways

so while he could, he'd try to sleep

try to block out the haunting voices of his supposed friends' screams

he just prayed that the theory of a trick proved true 

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