(A/N: Right, just thought I'd make this clear here: this fanfic is mostly my own personal theories on Eggman's past. I do not claim to know Eggman's history, nor am I affiliated with Sega or Team Sonic. Do not take what I write here for canon, as it may not be true.)
Once again, it's happened. I've come so close to victory, only to lose to that blasted Hedgehog once again! I guess it's back to the drawing board…again. I just don't get it…how can I always lose to just one hedgehog and his friends? It just doesn't add up. But, I can't lie to myself. Sonic has come in handy for me, several times. He's never tried to kill me, and as the old saying goes, "That which does not kill you only makes you stronger". I've been learning from my past failures. And I've been getting better, refining my ideas. I've come so close to stopping Sonic, once and for all, and taking over the world.
It's about now that I should step back and think about my past. Where I've come from, and why I'm doing this all in the first place. I think I've become so obsessed with stopping Sonic and taking over the world that I've started to lose sight of my actual goals. My past self was right, I really have become crazy. It's time to take a deep breath and re-think over everything.
I remember when I was young, my genius was evident already. I remember how classes in school were rarely a challenge for me. I was placed in honors classes, given the hardest tests. Every time, I blew straight through them, top of my class, without exception. Then came university. Like my grandfather, I had wanted to get into the fields of science. Specifically, robotics. There was always something about robotics that had called to me. And just like my grandfather, I went all the way to get a Ph. D in robotics. And then…I was bored.
Most people who get a Ph. D in anything are rarely challenged in their field of work. There is little out there that isn't beneath them. With my 300 IQ, there was literally nothing that I couldn't do. Designs were easy to draw up and refine. When somebody needed to work out the kinks in a design, I could easily do that and better. There was nothing that challenged me at all.
One day, I was working on a specific machine. The goal was to turn some compounds into something else. It certainly couldn't alter lead into gold, but it could change some organic materials into metals. This would later prove to be the basis for my Roboticizing machine. I did quite a bit of testing on various materials. Eventually, as the design successfully worked, I realized the potential for it as a weapon. Part of me had recoiled at the thought of that, but a greater part of me realized something.
If I could rule the world, I would actually have a chance of my enormous brainpower to be tested. Politics are a stress on even the most well-trained of minds. Balancing the needs of the many with the needs of the few, keeping the treaties, passing laws…it would be a challenge unlike any that has come before it. Something that could really be a true challenge for me.
Of course, I was rejected from every branch of government. They said I had "Megalomania". I suppose it's true. I want nothing less than the entire world. The purest sign of megalomania. However, if they would not willingly help me, then I would have to take it by force.
I had been refining my Roboticizing machine, in the event that this would happen. I had broken so many animal rights laws to get my hands on enough subjects to form my Badniks. When I was ready, I unleashed my fury upon the world. I had managed to catch the entire world with its pants down, metaphorically speaking. My invasion was going by fine…until that blasted hedgehog showed up.
At first, I had thought of Sonic as a nuisance. A bug to be squashed. I cut him off in Green Hill Zone, using perhaps my most successful invention, even to this day: The Eggmobile. Even to this day, I've never run out of things to do with that machine. Perhaps, when the day comes that I do rule the world, I can mass-produce the Eggmobile as a transport and control mechanism for the population…but I digress. The Eggmobile was a modification from the old hovercraft technology that I had previously created. I had thought that Sonic wouldn't be a great threat to me, so I had simply added in a wrecking ball attachment. Back in those days, I wasn't exactly as good at adding gadgets to the Eggmobile as I am now.
What I had expected to be a simple operation turned into a nightmare as Sonic smashed up my Eggmobile. Time after time I tried to stop him, only to result in him destroying my mechs and damaging my Eggmobiles. I hate that hedgehog. Completely and utterly. But who am I to kid? Were it not for him, my designs wouldn't be nearly as effective as they are now. He's done more for me than I would like to admit.
I still have the old Roboticizing machine in my lab, mostly to remind myself of how far I've come. My old Badniks were terribly inefficient. They needed an animal to power them, and most didn't even have weapons attached. I guess it's not a surprise that Sonic managed to beat me. Nowadays, my mechs are exponentially more lethal than the old Badniks, yet still not much more capable of stopping Sonic.
It's about at this point that I remember the designs I worked on back when I was much younger. I remember the Death Egg, without a doubt my crowning achievement as a scientist. However, I won't kid myself here, I would never create another Death Egg if I was in a right state of mind. The amount of time, resources, and money I had to put into that one Death Egg were astronomical. Even with all of the corners I cut, all the machines I made to make it easier on myself, it was a nightmare to make. It took me years to make that one Death Egg. And then, Sonic showed up.
I don't understand what Sonic doesn't see in my machines. He never even bothers to so much as stop and look at a particularly interesting screw. He just runs through and wrecks everything. My crowning achievement, the Death Egg…grounded thanks to that hedgehog. I couldn't even get the thing to lift off of the ground without the Master Emerald, it was so heavy. And then, right when I'm trying to take off, Sonic shows up and blows the whole thing up! Why? Why can't he even stop and begin to appreciate all of the effort I put into my work?
At least his little friend, Tails, has a greater appreciation for my work. I remember that one time that we met at a science convention. After the initial awkwardness was gotten over, we had a lovely chat about the machines we've made, and we've even exchanged pointers on how to improve our work. I guess Tails has a greater appreciation for science than Sonic does, because Sonic wasn't around at that convention (Tails said that Sonic found science "boring" and was off running around the world again). If anybody could understand my work, it's Tails. Were it not for him being Sonic's friend and practical lackey, I suppose Tails and I could've been friends of a sort, or at least colleagues.
Eventually, I came to realize that no machine can ever hope to match organic ingenuity. I needed something to overcome that fatal flaw in my army. That's when I came across those old texts mentioning Chaos. I had thought that it would be a beautiful partnership. I get him the Chaos Emeralds, and he helps me take over the world and smash Sonic. But then, he betrayed me. And I blindly looked for a new partner. I was rewarded with Shadow. Shadow seems to have a greater appreciation for my work than Sonic does, because we've actually worked together on several occasions. But more often, Shadow's trying to stop me nowadays. I suppose I should consider Shadow family, given that my grandfather was the one who created him. And I guess Shadow seems to hold some respect for me as well. Out of all of Sonic's "friends", he's the only one that refers to me by my title of "Doctor". Not even Tails does that.
Of course, I seem to never learn from my past mistakes. I made the same presumption of Shadow that I did with Chaos, and later I made the same mistake with Dark Gaia. I ponder how I've made the same mistake so often. Then there was that whole situation with Metal Sonic where I got imprisoned and he impersonated me…it's strange, really.
I think, as time has passed, I've started to lose my mind, so obsessed have I become with stopping Sonic and taking over the world. I don't even know what I was on when I decided that working with my past self was a good idea. Who knows what kind of paradoxes I may have created from ripping apart the space-time continuum? My past self was right, I think I'm going mad. I know I can't see a therapist though. Nobody would take me in. I've got too sinister of a reputation at this point. Not like I'd want to give up my life of crime anyway. Much as I hate Sonic, he's always provided that challenge I needed on my brain as I try to figure out how to best him once and for all. I've had to make more and more lethal designs to my mechs as I try to find out how to beat him. I've come so close several times, only to have victory torn away from me at the last minute by him.
I suppose I should do what I always do at this point: Go back underground and start building up my armies again. Hopefully try to find something I can work with that won't betray me at the last minute. But then, as always, Sonic will show up and stop me. It's a constant cycle here. What am I going to do at this point? How am I going to accomplish my goals?
…How…am I going to save myself from this madness?