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Chapter 1 - Dismal Discovery, Age 3
"OH MY GOD!!," I fell to the ground, tears flowing from my light blue eyes. "This is not right, this is not right...I'm...I'm...alone...an orphan."
Sitting on the ground, in Robotropolis, looking at the horror into inanimate eyes, only to see cold eyes starring back at me. I cradled the head in my white gloved hand. I looked nothing like it. My head, orange with white whiskers, two pointy ears, three hairs sticking out of the top of my head, the head I hold resembles nothing like me, but I knew...I knew it was him...my father. Metal replaced his orange fur, four sharp antennas replaced whiskers, along with his three hairs on his forehead. My mother...her head...was the same...her beautiful face, starring back up at my disgusted face, looked me in the eyes. Cold...cold to touch, cold to look at. But I knew it was them.
They were roboticized by Robotnik. My attempts for a rescue failed. I was too late. After they fulfilled their mission to him, he trashed them...threw them out...treated them just like normal trash. My physical body could not take more of this pain I feel. There is no one left for me here. I am alone, I am singled out of everyone. With my parent's gone, what am I to do? There is no one here for me. I am left to wander the dismal streets of Robotropolis, alone, looking in dumpsters for any tasty morsel that is still edible. Dark and dank, cold and musty, Robotropolis is a cold inferno, an inferno with no flames, a metal hell, a mechanical disaster waiting to happen, and with one evil leader. Dr. Robotnik, a mad scientist with an egg shape body, a big mustache that giggled up and down when he would laugh is evil laugh. His body, while human on the outside, on the inside, his soul...wait...he had none...a cold person he was. He would spend his time torturing the creatures senselessly, with no consideration for anything or anyone. He ruled the city with an evil, dark, and cold metal fist. I became extremely evasive when he or his robot goons approached. Two of his goons were created for the sole purpose of capturing me. I could easily foil their plans against me and against the world of Mobius, the planet I reside on. I spend the days, tinkering, toying, mastering Robotnik's technology and using it against him...trying to avenge the death of my parents. I spend my nights, looking up in the mechanical sky...wishing I had someone to talk to, wishing that someone would listen to me...would let me cry when I needed to...I know someone is out there...but I hope they come soon...this is a tough job for one very young kit on his own. I sit and stare, looking up, wondering...asking questions of what if what if...only to hear silence of machinery as my thoughts trail off into nothingness. My only comfort, tears. Tears get me through day to day. I cry over my parents...I cry for friendship...I just want to cry. Countless nights, I cried myself to sleep. I am alone in this battle...a battle for revolution, for freedom...I am alone it seems in this battle...there is no one left in Robotropolis...only I remain...cold in a cold and dark city...machines bang and clang away into the night...keeping a perfect, yet predictable beat...a beat that pangs in my head. Why won't this go away? Sure, I find joy in stopping the small battles, but I am losing the war...what is going to happen? What is my path? Please, if someone is out there, help me...please...someone come for me...please...my thoughts trail off as thoughts are replaced by tears. Curling up in my tails, yet again, I cry myself to sleep.