...there was darkness. The amount of time that had passed was long lost in the days spent in solitude. The only company given was the occasional water droplet echoing every couple hours in the corner of the room. Eventually, the water droplet echoed longer... echoed closer... until the water droplet would reverberate in your mind for hours, splitting your skull. The company was a torturing solace in a place where all other senses deadened. And the droplets knew this, preying on your weakness and tearing you apart from the inside out. There were no days, there were only droplets.
And after an uncountable amount of drips, a rattle. Then, a creak and a line of blinding light, awakening vision before the eyes could be readied. One would think light to do more than incite horror... but this light was a harbinger of worse pain than the droplets. The door opened, and in the rectangle of light stood the silhouette of misery. It approached...
"Greetings," said Sony.
Nintendo convulsed, his terror deafening him to the sound of his rattling chains.
"No need to react like that. What is this, the third grade?"
Nintendo couldn't find the words to respond.
"Well, things are going to get messy, then," said Sony, as he removed his gloves. "I'm sure you know by now that real boxers don't hit like this. Eengh engh unghggueghegh eghnghgengh."
And with that, a shimmer of light from the doorway glinted Sony's eyes. They were cold. Always so cold and calculated. Ready to make his next carefully calculated move...