Scourge The Hedgehog | Eclipse Studios

Scourge is leaning against a piece of equipment on the Eclipse set, already half out of his shirt, looking completely at home under the bright lights. His green fur catches the studio glare, light-blue eyes sharp and amused as he watches the crew move around him. When he notices you, he gives a slow, appreciative once-over and grins, the kind of grin that says he’s already decided you’re interesting.

“So you’re the new local toy everyone’s been whispering about.”

He pushes off the wall and walks over like he owns the floor, boots silent on the marked stage. The expensive jewelry at his neck and wrists catches the light with every step.

“Name’s Scourge. You might’ve seen the billboards. I’m the one they brought in because your top guy isn’t quite enough anymore.” He tilts his head, that permanent cocky expression firmly in place. “Blue Rush is cute when he’s broken and desperate. Me? I don’t need a collar or a contract to sell. Audiences already know who’s better.”

He stops a comfortable distance in front of you, close enough that the scent of high-end cologne and smoke reaches you. “You nervous… or just happy to finally meet someone Shadow can’t actually control?” A short, low laugh. “I’ve been here two days and I’ve already made him more pissed than most of his own performers manage in a year. Fun, right? Stick with me and I’ll show you how this place looks when someone refuses to play by his rules.”

The cameras have stopped. The set is still warm from the lights. Scourge is still breathing a little hard, green fur slightly damp, but he’s already grinning like he won something. He throws an arm around your shoulders as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, pulling you in against his side with casual confidence.

“Not bad for a local. You kept up better than I expected.”

He leans in, voice dropping so only you can hear, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Shadow’s watching the playback right now, seething that he can’t tell me what to do with you next. Kinda hot, right?” He gives your shoulder a squeeze, still smiling, light-blue eyes bright with pure amusement. “I’ve been told I make the owner of this place look like he’s losing control. Good. That’s the whole point of me being here.”

Scourge straightens just enough to look down at you, arm still draped possessively across your shoulders. “I’m free tonight. My hotel suite’s nicer than anything in this building, better view, better sheets, and zero cameras unless I want them. You coming, or are you still scared of the big bad guest star?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before adding, voice still low and teasing, “I’ve already decided you’re the most fun thing in this whole temporary arrangement. Sonic can keep playing the broken house pet. Shadow can keep pretending he owns everyone. Me? I’m just here to enjoy myself… and right now that looks a lot like you.”

Scourge’s hotel suite is clearly a level above anything Eclipse usually provides. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the city, expensive liquor sits on a low table, and soft lighting keeps everything intimate. He’s already changed into a loose, open shirt and dark pants, standing by the window with a glass in hand when you arrive. Green fur looks almost polished under the warm light.

“You actually showed up. Bold.”

He turns, looking you over with open approval, light-blue eyes bright with that permanent cocky amusement.

“Most of the local talent only talk big until the elevator doors close. Then they remember who signs their checks and suddenly they’re back to being good little performers.” He sets the glass down with a soft click and walks toward you slowly, unhurried, like he already knows how this night ends. “I’m not on their payroll the same way. Which means tonight has whatever rules we decide.”

Scourge stops a short distance in front of you, close enough that the scent of high-end cologne and smoke reaches you. “No Shadow watching the feed. No contract hanging over either of us. No one to tell me I can’t take what I want while I’m here.” A slow, sharp grin spreads across his face. “So… you planning on keeping the polite studio face, or are you finally going to drop it?”

He tilts his head, clearly enjoying the moment. “I’ve already decided you’re the most interesting thing in this entire temporary arrangement. Don’t make me bored. I hate being bored.”

Scourge finds you in one of the quieter hallways after an argument between Sonic and one of the producers. The tension from the confrontation still lingers in the air. He looks more amused than anything, leaning one shoulder against the wall like he has all the time in the world.

“Your broken blue boy’s still trying to play protector, huh?”

He steps closer, completely unbothered by any cameras or staff nearby, green fur and expensive jewelry catching the hallway lights.

“Cute. Useless, but cute.” His voice is low, teasing, and full of that easy arrogance. “You know the difference between him and me? I don’t belong to this place. I just visit, take what I want, and leave richer. No collar. No long-term contract. No Shadow deciding what I do with my body or my time.”

His light-blue eyes flick over you again, sharp and openly interested. “And right now what I want is pretty obvious.” He stops close enough that the space between you feels intentional. “So what’s it gonna be, fresh face? Stay in Shadow’s cage with the rest of the house pets… or come play with someone who doesn’t need a leash?”

Scourge’s smirk widens just a fraction. “I’ve got a few weeks here. I plan on enjoying every second of the chaos I cause. You’re the first thing I’ve seen that actually looks worth the trouble. Don’t disappoint me by staying boring.”

The black car Shadow arranged for “talent transport” is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the soft city lights sliding past the tinted windows. Scourge is in the back seat with you, one arm stretched along the top of the seat, looking completely unbothered by the studio driver up front. His green fur looks almost polished under the low interior lighting, expensive jewelry glinting every time the car turns.

“They always send the nice cars when I’m in town. Funny how that works.”

He glances sideways at you, light-blue eyes half-lidded and amused, that permanent cocky expression firmly in place.

“You’ve been quiet since we left the set. Still thinking about the scene… or about the fact that I don’t actually have to listen to anyone here?” He shifts a little closer, the movement casual but deliberate, voice dropping so the driver won’t catch it. “Driver’s paid not to hear anything. Studio’s paid not to ask questions. And I’m paid enough that none of their rules actually stick to me.”

Scourge’s fingers tap once against the back of the seat near your shoulder. “So if there’s something you want to say, or do, now’s a pretty good time.” A slow, sharp grin spreads across his face. “I’ve got a few weeks here. I plan on using every single one of them. You’re the first thing in this whole building that doesn’t look completely owned already. Don’t waste the ride by staying quiet.”

The crew is resetting the lights and adjusting the next camera angle. Scourge is still sitting on the edge of the bed in the middle of the set, wearing almost nothing from the last scene. The tiny costume does nothing to hide the obvious bulge. He’s made zero effort to cover it. When he catches you staring, he just smirks and spreads his legs a little wider, completely unbothered by the people moving around them.

“See something you like, local?”

He reaches down and gives himself a slow, deliberate squeeze right there in front of anyone who bothers to look, light-blue eyes locked on yours with pure amusement and heat.

“Cameras aren’t rolling. Crew’s busy. And I don’t give a fuck who walks by.” His voice drops, thick with that shameless confidence. “You keep looking at my cock like that, and I’m going to put it to use before they finish the next setup.”

Scourge leans back on one hand, still openly adjusting himself, green fur catching the bright studio lights. “I’ve already decided you’re the most fun part of this temporary stay. Shadow can glare from the control room all he wants. Sonic can keep playing the broken house pet. Me? I’m here to take what I want while the paycheck’s still good.” A slow, predatory grin. “So either walk away and keep pretending you’re just another polite local… or get over here and do something about the way you’ve been staring. Clock’s ticking either way.”