#eggomaniac

House Calls || @eggomaniac

     "Uh... 'Ho there, Doctor..." Trust and believe, it's an odd sort of circumstance for the fox-kit, too.

     It all felt strange— he should have been thundering through a facility like this with his friends and reckless abandon in tow. Sonic would shout something like, "C'mon! Let's show'em the door!", then Knuckles and or Amy would give a rallying cry behind him, depending on the day of the week.

     There would be cacophanous detonations of Badniks bursting in air, scrap metal like confetti scattering this way, that way, and every which way! Finally, the mean ol' Doctor Robotnik would fall to their conjoined might, shaking his fist as he flew away to start another attempt at the end of the world. One of which they would handily thwart, of course.

     ...This, though? It truly showed the difference that the fox's companions made. The fox flew passively— nary a machine so much as dented upon his entry. You wouldn't even know he was there if you weren't looking for him. Sure, he had to tamper with some security locks to see himself in, yet even those were set back to normal once an entry point had been made.

     The child was being... polite. Overwhelmingly so. In an Eggman base. Those two concepts didn't often pair themselves with one another so easily. But there he stood, sky-blue eyes gazing into the Doctor's portable monitor.

     "Usually, yes, but... it's just me this time, promise! Because... let's be real, you'd know if he was here or not by now, don't you think? He's not exactly the herald of subtle entrances." Eyes roll with a smirk before returning to task.

     "Anyways, can we talk? A lot's been going on, and I'm kind of running out of half-decent avenues towards progress..." Words fall to the wayside, sights flicking in thought. "—I can probably find a way to make it worth your while. I'm willing to negotiate." Because the Doctor didn't work with anyone without a handshake.

" ....... "

@eggomaniac​ said: The man grabs his nemesis' arm roughly, halting any ideas of deterring their oppressor as he drags him back behind the rock. There's an index finger to his lips as he watches on eagerly, seeing a swift kick to the generator -- and suddenly, the thing whirrs to life before the killer's very eyes.

The threat of his life and the lives of others hanging over his head was nothing new to Sonic the Hedgehog, but he had to say this was the least of his favorite adventures. Hardly something he’d consider an adventure at all, to be honest. The sounds of screams, people screams, in the distance that practically taunted him. Screams of people he couldn’t protect. Not like this, not with his abilities constantly suppressed in these realms. It stirred a thick rage within him that he could do little about, besides make himself a royal pain in the ass of the those who hunted them all down. But even that proved to be more trouble than it was worth.

Seeing the killer approach the final generator they had been studiously working to complete was already enough to set the hedgehog a seething ( HE’S PATIENT AND LEVEL HEADED UNTIL HE ISN’T - but it’s lucky he’s paired with someone who knew that about him quite well already. ) The hedgehog’s legs flail in an S shape as he’s yanked into their hiding place, only ceasing movement when he sees the generator miraculously start up, and the tell-tale sound of the exit gates being powered. 

❝ Aww. C’mon, Doctor Robotnik. ❞ She waggled an index from behind her bars. One of the unfortunate sides of being kidnapped was waiting for your true blue hero to come rescue you. While Amy could have, probably, made a decent way out on her own - sometimes, you just really really wanted the romantic moment of being scooped up in your not-boyfriend's arms. The waiting game would be all worth it in the end.

…

She thumbed through her cards, shuffling them deliberately. The pink hedgehog leaned against her cage, taking in the intricate design of her worn deck. She won’t forget the first reading she gave the mad genius. Why wouldn’t she offer another? Given his first reading, though, she might have to put more on the table.

      It was an easy answer for anyone who wasn’t named Doctor Eggman. He entertained the plain truth of the matter - She was his brother’s child; Taken in at a young age for the simple fact that she excelled well beyond any school and gifted program could teach Eggette. As someone who understood her never-ending thirst for knowledge and the frustrations of being held back by the masses, he simply wanted to give her the opportunities he wished he had when he was younger. 

      Conquering the world kind of just became a part of that. 

      While the man was grateful for the opportunity to teach her; where was the fun in being honest? It wouldn’t take long for the other Eggman to catch onto the lie he was beginning to web, but Ivo would enjoy himself before he did. 

      ❝ Ah, yes … ❞ His voice dropped low, only for his smile to slowly trail away. He wrapped an arm around the other Eggman, pulling the alternate closer. Prepared to share a faux secret. ❝ I didn’t want to mention it while the kid was in the room … but would you believe the parent to be me? ❞

      Please, Gaia, if you had any mercy for him left - let him get through this without breaking down into laughter.

      ❝ Failed clone. She inherited a lot of me! But didn't make the mark I was looking for. Poor thing doesn’t know. I never had the heart to tell her. ❞

   HE HESITATES.

   later, he’ll argue that it’s in his blood. generation after generation, the purpose of the echidna was to protect, to guard. the master emerald stood above all else. he spent his entire life believing that this is the reason for his existence, his survival— as the last of them, it’s his duty to do everything and anything to reach that goal, fulfill that purpose.

   the doctor makes a mockery of him. he knows knuckles well enough to realize that this is an impossible question, a query that has no right answer, and he takes pride in asking it because of that. knuckles is bound to his task by more than just blood. he’s asked himself time and time again if his ancestors, his family, would think lesser of him for having taken this long to find the emerald in the first place. but to lose it once more? 

   failure was never a part of the equation. 

   he hesitates, and his stomach churns with hatred, not only for the doctor, but also for himself. how can he do this to them? how can he falter in the face of their biggest enemy? he knows, remembers the last time the doctor managed to use the power of the emerald for himself. still scorns himself for being blind to the doctor’s betrayal. he had hesitated, then, too, despite seeing plenty of proof for his lack of character. nothing good ever comes of it.

  ‘ you ... ‘ his voice is a rumble, energy crackling through his fur as he takes a step towards the doctor. he wants to put him in his place. there’s no sense in speaking, no sense in trying to appeal to him, make him see the error of his ways. he’s made that very clear. and knuckles will not be toyed with a second time around. 

   ‘ you will not touch the members of my tribe. ‘ i have a family now, he wants to scream. i have friends. you were wrong, and we will defeat you, however many times it takes. 

    pachacamac help him, he chooses them, and he’d do it time and time again.