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:::Disclaimer: The Sonic series and all that jazz are owned by SEGA. :::
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Doctor Eggman has been standing halfway up, hands cocked on the handles of his comfy chair for the past few minutes, in anticipation of what's laid out before him on the computer screen. This is much like watching pay-per-view, except he is both the sole audience and mastermind behind it all. Once in a while, he taps a key to change the cameras outputted through several of his badniks.
A small group of G.U.N. agents had already faced the worst of it, skirting through and destroying a dozen Crabmeats, and nearly facing death from a huge stretch of weakened earth.
Click. Eggman switches from the cam of a fallen Rhinobot to what he assumes to be a Leon, based on the strange angle. A pellet of energy spat out from the bottom of the screen confirms this, to which one of the agents takes notice and leaps to the side, firing his ammunition of energy blasts. The camera jolts and a cloud of dirt covers its vision—it saunters through the air as a rocket propeller blasts through his speakers, nearly colliding face-first into two of them. It prepares to curve itself back towards—
LEON..259901-GHZ.C1 SIGNAL LOST.
Click.
Eggman's teeth are clamped down on each other so hard one can argue it'll be nigh impenetrable to break through them as his eyes are ever so glued to the screen.
The current point-of-view shows something sailing out of the sands and over the striped grass, making the agents huddle on the ground. The badnik cam seems to fall off of its method of transportation—a growling sandworm, to which it had fallen into the sea of sand on the other side, causing quite a quake.
Between the blades of grass, the agents nod to each other in confirmation and proceed to storm off, nearly tripping over them themselves as a column of energy converts their kinetic energy into static.
Eggman finally heaves a hearty laughter. "Oh ho ho ho ho!"
Click.
Through another Buzzer cam—
"Yes, finally!" he shouts, brandishing enthusiastic fists high into the air. "Oh ho ho," he brings his hands down on either end of the keyboard, the console bobbling slightly from the abrasive motion. He wanted to see the results in full effect, witnessing the meddlesome group all tangled up with each other within the confines of a Klagen as its jellyfish-like body floats off.
The rotund scientist yanks an Egg sandwich off a nearby plate, gouging the centermost part with a hearty bite. "More to add to my captor collection. A new opposition thought they could chew a hole into my base's defenses...and it has only been a week—"
A glimpse of crimson pulses through the room.
A hand—a wet one—which had crept upon Eggman's shoulder, twirls his port-bellied self around to face a being half his size, causing a half-eaten Egg sandwich to be wrenched out of his hands, its airborne journey ending in an anticlimactic splat on the recently-sanitized floor. Then, that same gloved hand coils its fingers around his collar and pulls him close to his masked face, his other hand holding a twitching, crimson carcass of cubes. Eggman can smell the liquid dripping off of him, with its strangely-sweet odor. Underneath that one-eyed visor can the creature hear his own, low-pitched growling paired up with heavy breaths, causing his chest to heave in and out, in an attempt to control these layers of anger as to not further the rage swelling up inside him.
"Wha...how did you escape from your resting tank?! And what is the meaning of this, Infinite?!...I command you to stop this at once!" Eggman shouts a meaty, angered scream at the masked being. His single eye stares into the scientist's own glassed pair, and a silent duel of the Doctor's anger and the dwelling rubic energy of the creature seemed to reach a stalemate. After a long minute had went by did Infinite loosen his grip on the scientist, letting his gruesome power submit back into nothingness.
"My apologizes, sir. I've must have taken your word out of context," he says with his a deep voice, readjusting the doctor's skewered collar back in place before Eggman swats his hand off him, curling his fingers around the masked one's damp wrist.
"Should I have taken you out of context? You should be thankful for what I've given you!" he states loudly, with every word emphasized with the strangling of Infinite's cuffed wrist. "I've revitalized you to a height many others wished to have obtained!"
For a second, he was afraid of the doctor, in spite of his cognizance of the man's meek strength compared to his. And still, the creature compliantly hears his words. He didn't mean to do what he did moments before. A single word caused him to act so recklessly, even with all this power. He feels ashamed to be so worked up over that. It was his instinctive high getting the better of him once again, the first time in a long while since his defeat...
The mustached dictator frees Infinite's wrist and tidies himself back to a presentable appearance, observing his silent henchman as his wings of facial hair banked side to side for a bit.
The creature's golden eye and clawed fingers take a gander at the mess.
"Commander, let me clean up—"
"—No! Cubot!"
The cubed, metal servant hovers to his master. He stops with his head pitched up to his creator, lanky arms leaving his hands to lay limp over each other.
"Yes, Master Eggman?"
The obese man zings an index finger straight to the collapsed bundle of food on the floor.
"You know what to do..."
Cubot just looks at it.
"...Eat it—?"
A sounding slap almost knocks Cubot's head off its neck socket, the strike coming out so instantly it was like the doctor was wholly expecting a nonsensical response.
"You idiot! Clean it up! Chop-chop!" He claps his hands.
"Right away sir!" Cubot salutes before sailing off on his rectangular hoverbottom, looking to find a mop of sorts.
The scientist's gaze turns back to Infinite.
"I shouldn't waste your time with such mundane tasks such as cleaning up messes on the floor. Instead, why don't you train some of that anger you so distastefully streaked onto me, and unleash it on our dearest frenemy Sonic?"
"...Sonic? Why not The Shadow?" Infinite ponders.
"'The Shadow?' What...oh, Shadow?! Well, aside from that pincushion putting a stamp on one of my plans, his effects on my soon-to-be-global empire was at best partial. The real target we should be focusing on is Sonic. He's something else...a real pain, our true source of opposition. You understand, don't you? He makes even the strongest band of sandworms look like mere earthworms compared to him! I mean, have you ever had that feeling of being atop of the world, where the sky was your only limit, only to have that one person destroy everything you obtained, and strip you of your former glory?!" Eggman profoundly hoists his hand in to the air with a mighty grip.
"Yes," Infinite takes a step forward, his moist glove scrunches in his taut fist.
"Oh, right..." Eggman feels a bit foolish to forget such a turn of events that happened not-so-long ago. "But!" he exclaims, "Luckily for us, not only will I pack the guns for our next encounter...we have you," he turns around, finger aptly pointing straight at his lackey.
"There's a reason why you are called Infinite..." Eggman rises from his chair. He slowly walks around his henchman with an arm folded behind his back. "Your power is en masse, something that can cause my data scanners to overload! I expect the both of us to stop Sonic right then and there once we get to the City by twilight." The Doctor shifts himself back to the direction of his computer, tapping in a command to review the manufacturing progress of his machines.
"Onceafter all of my troops are prepared, we will proceed to take control of the City, with no remorse! In due time, that blasted hedgehog will wedge himself in the middle of our 'little' ambush, oh believe me on that. He always does...and when it happens, he will realize that this time, it will be the greatest mistake of his life. Anyways, in the meantime, why don't you help yourself to the VR training? After all, someone like you has to make sure the Sky is beyond the limit, and therefore, you alone can reach the Sun" he states, gesturing a hand in the air.
Infinite feels his pride thriving everytime the Doctor praises him. One might even see the amusement in his eye underneath that thick mask.
"I can, Commander. I will" he lightly nods to Eggman before trailing off, heading towards the exit several yards away.
Something comes over Infinite as he stops.
"Commander Eggman..."
"Yes, Infinite?"
"My squad...will they be given a second chance?" he gives his leader a curious eye.
Eggman had noticed the minuscule bits of softness thinly veiled underneath a layer of fortitude at that moment. This causes him to think about the question for a time.
"Only time will tell, my friend." he simply retorts.
The dreadlocked creature delivers a small nod and shows himself out, slowly treading his floating form past the dozens of containment chambers around him on either side of the pathway.
As he leisurely approaches the containment doors, he ponders back to a simpler time, walking through the slums of town.
This is a redo of my previous story.
All I'll say is...reviews will help you evolve.
Trivia: The theme I heard while making Eggman's dialogue (NOTE: All links posted in this story are from YouTube): /watch?v=ywyRI75T_Iw
Other trivia: Yes, I made up words in this story, and they're in thru-out. Deal with it