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Wh— What!?

At least two squadrons of Egg-Pawns, Egg-Fighters, and an abnormally large plethora of tarp-hidden equipment atop some hover-device gliding inches off the ground came bursting through the hospital bay doors. The act of pacifying any security was simple, the rest of the matter was ensuring that any potential squealers break the front lines - precisely where the unnecessarily large attack force comes in.

Ivo strolled over to the front desk acting as casual as could be, politely asking where the room for one mister Miles "Tails" Prower might be. Upon getting his answer he summoned two Egg-Pawns to flank him as he guided his machinery down the hallways and eventually to the room where the bedridden fox was being kept. He entered, and for a moment concern washed over him.

It was Chaos Radiation, as he heard. He secretly prayed it wouldn't be the same thing that afflicted him and so many others. The condition was oftentimes irreparable, and would usually result in the patient's death. The doctor almost smugly reminded himself that those other cases didn't have his personal attention, as he was sure he could fix the problem and then some.

"S-Sonic!", Ray smiled as he removed his apron. A fresh cherry pie cooled on the kitchen counter.

"...You look a little older than the other ones. So I guess the thing about older alternates is right!

11. Pulling them onto the dance floor.

And suddenly, Shadow became dead weight, digging his heals into the ground the black hedgehog was unmovable upon faced with the dance floor.