#notreally

Intro : Trap by her own game

- What is this ?

– A mind stimulator.

Robotnik regarded the strange bottle on his lab table with a mixture of interest and suspicion. The first part of the plan seemed to work wonderfully, but Y/N knew that it was the simplest step and that the rest would require her to use all of her intellect.

Because this little game finally had to end.

The joke had gone on long enough. She had mulled over this revenge for many hours, contemplating the latest carnage that this madman had caused at her work. Hundreds of notes gone in the trash, all because of that damn drone filled with questionable tasting sauce - she suspected it was mayonnaise, the worst of all.

And too much it's too much.

Of course, it was partly her fault that her work ended up in the trash. Perhaps this intrusion wouldn't have happened if she hadn't sabotaged the Doctor's latest prototype herself, programming his robot to spout a stream of insanity in front of Commander Walter. But it wouldn't have happened either if Robotnik hadn't voluntarily replaced her Matcha with an inedible spinach porridge (she suspected Agent Stone of being his accomplice but couldn't blame him completely as his relationship with the Doctor rhymed with toxic).

Robotnik gave her a familiar look, the same one he had given her several weeks ago, when Commander Walter had just pronounced his final sentence.

Collaboration.

Her eyes lingered on this strange character, as distinguished as he was eccentric, and something unpleasant awoke within her. A curious mix of contradictory feelings which led her to the conclusion that a collaboration with this guy could not even be considered in a parallel world.

– I don’t trust you.

– Yet it is the truth. I produced this little miracle, even though you did everything to destroy my work.

She presented him with her proudest smile, the one which tended to make his mustache bristle and which produced in him an aversion which she fed on. Nothing was more enjoyable in her eyes than annoying Doctor Robotnik and her presence here, in his lab, at his table with his assistant had produced the desired effect.

Robotnik glanced at Agent Stone who immediately shrugged his shoulders in innocence. It was clear that he didn't want to be involved in their arguments again. He had already threatened several times to hand over a medical certificate to escape the apocalypse that had reigned in this corridor since Y/N invaded the space.

–And what’s in this mind stimulator? He arches his fingers in the air to make mocking quotes. This arrogant character never missed an opportunity to humiliate her, as if it were his personal fuel.

– An ancestral recipe composed of sugar and plants.

And alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. But she wouldn't mind saying that. He would understand it later to his cost. This is what happens when you play with fire.

– Plants. He repeated in a contemptuous tone.

– Aconites?

- No.

– Belladonna?

– Guarana. Come on, doctor! Y/N began, faking a mocking laugh. Believe me, the desire to eliminate you tickles me, but if I had to do it I wouldn't act openly.

– This remark does not gain you a single IQ point.

– If you are so clever, taste and discover my genius.

This is where things got considerably complicated. Robotnik wasn't stupid enough to be fooled so easily. He wasn't a genius, he was the genius. The man with multiple doctorates (he had more than her and did not hesitate to tell her so) and an IQ surpassing the established standard (here too, he did not hesitate to point this out). But if there was one thing that Y/N had figured out from the start, it was that there was one area where she beat him hands down.

– No way.

– Are you afraid?

- Afraid ?

She saw the sparkle in his brown eyes. A brown that she had taken the time to detail on the numerous occasions when her irises had crossed his. And this fire which was slowly beginning to consume him pleased her more than ever.

– I'm not afraid of anything.

– Well then, what are you waiting for? You don't risk much with a mind like yours.

– I’m not sure you’re here for my good.

She giggled delicately, one hand raised to her crimson lips. Y/N had always been the type to take care of herself in all circumstances and if she criticized Robotnik and his absurd ways, she had to recognize this similarity with him.

– Honestly, since you sprayed my research with disgusting sauce I no longer want to fight.

– Are you throwing in the towel then?

Come on, it didn't cost anything to admit this defeat to win an even bigger battle. Y/N tried to convince herself, nodding casually.

– I capitulate, indeed.

– I am delighted.

– And it is for this reason that to prove my good faith to you I have come to offer you this and that I would like you to contribute to the experience.

– I will only drink if you do too.

She had suspected this too.

But in the end it was a safe bet that her resistance to alcohol far surpassed that of the Doctor. It was also entirely possible that he would swallow his first sip this very evening.

– Deal

– Doctor, I’m not sure it’s… Before Stone could finish his warning, his nefarious boss told him to get two glasses and fill them completely. This idiot was going to understand that the Doctor was not defied so easily and that she had to pay for it herself. Y/N just gave a shy smile, strategically avoiding Agent Stone's accusatory eyes when she stated that the bottle had to be empty for the effect to work.

- Empty ?

– Totally.

– Well, like I told you. I won’t drink unless you do it with me, Y/N.

This story was going to end completely badly. Stone thought as he watched his boss and his worst enemy down the entire glass in one go. He expected to hear them spit and cough in disgust before insulting each other, but what he saw chilled him with fear. Robotnik licked his lips curiously, as if intrigued by what he had just drunk.

– It’s…rather…interesting.

Sugar producing the desired effect. No one really realized what they were drinking when the taste was masked by sugar. Y/N thought, fully aware that the trap was closing.

– Another drink, Doctor? She hastened to suggest, already pouring the end of the bottle into her Nemesis's glass. Stone had tried to stop him, but Robotnik had violently opposed it.

– She will finish this bottle with me, Agent Stone. Isn't that what she said? It should be empty and I intend for it to be. Right, Professor L/N?

It was at this precise moment that she understood. As the doctor stood there, right in front of her, almost grabbing the bottle from her hands with a mischievous smile. There was already a flash of madness in his eyes that she hoped would quickly devour Robotnik's soul, but above all there was something else, something that made her realize that the trap had not only just closed on him. And when she clinked her full glass against the Doctor's, she definitively buried this descent into Hell.