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Manic pulls his phone out, looking to the address that Scourge sent him. "This is the place," the drummer says. "Man, can't believe Scourge wants to help me score. I'm movin' up in the world."

When he knocks on the door, it opens up, and he's greeted by the negative image of his brother. "Heeey!" Manic says, giving the scowling hedgehog a wave. "Love the place. Really got a 'run-down hideout' vibe, ya know?"

Scourge's scowl morphs into a smirk as he steps aside. "It's a real pleasure to meet ya, Manic," the doppelganger says. "You know, I never had siblings in my world. Maybe that's 'cuz I might have axed them both in the womb!' He laughs, to which Manic responds with a slightly nervous chuckle.

"So, like, you wanted to talk and stuff?" Manic asks, glancing around the dark and dingy place. "Not much to really do, is there?"

Scourge wraps his arm around Manic's shoulder, leading him over to a beat-up old couch. "Come on and sit, bud, my brother-from-another-universe's-version-of-my-mother."

Manic plops down on the seat, lounging out, getting comfortable.

Meanwhile, Scourge pulls a pack out of his pocket, cigs, and holding them out towards Manic.

The drummer shakes his head. "Sorry, bruh, I only take one kind of leaf, know what I'm sayin'?"

"Hell, yeah, but I don't got none of that shit right now." Scourge says and indulges himself.

Two other figures step up from either side of him. The crossed-armed Shadow the Hedgehog is on the left, and to the right is the masked Jackal and War Criminal Infinite.

Manic blinks and rubs his eyes. "Uh... what's going on, dudes?"

"We thought you'd enjoy a little relaxing time," says Infinite.

"Yeah," Scourge says, shrugging. "Me and the boys wanted to include you in our little fun. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Shadow grunts.

"Uh... guess so..." Manic says, leaning back and trying to relax, though there is a twitchiness in his finger and a tapping at his toe that shows his nervousness.

"Hey, it's just us guys here," Scourge says, lowering himself to sit next to Manic on the couch. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" he says, a finger placed under Manic's chin.

Manic blinks, turning toward Scourge. "H... huh? What are you-?"

But before he can finish his sentence, Scourge leans in, their noses rubbing as their lips press together.

Manic's eyes widen, and he gasps; all the while, Scourge's tobacco-stained tongue slips inside his mouth.

Manic grunts and pulls back, but Scourge's hand grips his cheeks. The dominant hedgehog tilts his head a bit and deepens the kiss. Scourge holds Manic tight, keeping him from pulling away, breathing anything but the nicotine in his free hand, or saying anything to stop it.

After Scourge has made his point, he pulls back, a strand of saliva linking the two. He chuckles, licking his lips and cleaning off that spit. "Well, now, it's just as I thought," he growls. "The goody-two-shoes's triplet brother makes for a beautiful faggot."

Manic blinks, biting his lip, frowning, but suddenly gasps when Scourge pushes him down, looming over him on the couch, hands on either side.

"D... dude?"

"Shh, ya fairy," Scourge growls. "Just sit back and enjoy this. I know you love this kinda shit." He says this, a hand placed upon Manic's chest, stroking down along him and groping between his legs.

Manic fights to push himself up, but Scourge grabs his arm and holds him in place as fingers grope and probe down between his legs. "Where ya going, queer?" Scourge sneers. "The party's just getting started. Ain't that right, Shads?"

Shadow looms over Manic, and the detained hedgehog glances over, only for a gloved hand to grab his front quills and yank him to the side. There, he stares face-to-face with a red and throbbing cock.

"D... dude, what the fu-aah!?"

A click and metallic sensation confirm that Shadow the Hedgehog now has a gun pointed right to his temple. Manic stares up at him, whimpering and whining. "What do you want?" he laments.

"You stole from me," Shadow says. "You didn't have the balls to take from me in a fair fight. Now, I'm giving you payback."

"N-now wait! We can handle this right. It was just a little bit of stuff, right, a-and, I... I thought you were a hero, ah!"

Shadow pushes the gun against his head.

"Appearances can be deceiving," Infinite says, standing behind the two, staring at the hedgehog. "But rest assured, you are here right now, Manic the Hedgehog, and this situation is real. You can accept it and do as you're told... or deny it and see what happens. Either way, the three of us will leave here with a clear conscience after what you've done."

"Now, then, either you suck my cock, or I blow this gun's load all over your face," Shadow growls, tugging at Manic's quills.

Manic yelps, but it's enough of an opening for the black-furred hedgehog to shove his meat into the drummer's face.

Scourge chuckles, patting him on the cheek. "Damn, look at you go, sucking him like a pro. What did I say? Natural born cock smoker this one. Even if he didn't know it yet."

Shadow does most of the work, thrusting his hips into Manic's mouth. Manic does what he can. The green hedgehog licks over the pole, bobbing his head while watching the deadly weapon.

This could be his end. All of this is over his petty thievery. How did they even find out it was him? How could he have gotten himself into this mess?

"You'd better not just sit there and let me use you as a fuck hole," the black-and-red hedgehog says. "I want you to go all out like you're a whore hungry for cock!"

Manic's tongue flicks at the bottom of that red rod shoved into his mouth, tasting the salty meat and not believing that this could be happening to him.

There's no way they had anything worth anything. He was blazed when he sold the materials, so there's that. What could he have taken from Scourge and the rest that would get them angry?

The question really is, though: does it really matter anymore?

The cold muzzle of the gun digs into Manic's temple. Because of its presence, he sucks on Shadow's cock, closing his eyes, trying to be mentally as far away from the three as he possibly could. Scourge sits on top of him, pinning him down, Shadow shoving his cock down Manic's throat, while Infinite stands there, menacingly.