This is the first story that I ever come up with in my head, the prologue being a remake of 'The Egg Cracks' that I had submitted a long time ago.

Let me know what I need to improve on so that I can use those improvements in the future.

Rated M just to be safe.

I own nothing related to Sonic in anyway, shape or form. Did you hear that Sega, Archie, and DIC? Good! lol

Nightmares, they are horrible as dreams, and even more so as omens.

Many nightmares can be forgotten with out a second thought, with out a care in the world.

But some nightmares should never be forgotten…

Sonic Nightmare

Prologue: The Egg Cracks

The Omens

Fire was all that I could see. It was towering higher than I could ever reach, completely surrounding me so that I could not escape even with my supreme intelligence. I looked up to the sky; black smoke coming from the highest point of the fire blocked my view completely. Even as the fire crackled and burned loudly, I could still hear voices that suddenly echoed in my mind. I did not know why at the time, but the familiarity of those voices caused my head to throb in terrible pain. I shut my eyes tightly, only to see even more familiar visions of my past play in my mind right along side the voices, as if the two were connect in some way.

Thanks for the help doc.

Why, why did you do this to him!?

You are… an interesting being doctor.

He's… still alive?

Endless failures will be your punishment…

You will pay for your crimes… with your life!

The voices, memories, and pain stopped as suddenly as they came, allowing me to finally open my eyes. The once towering fire had dissipated completely, leaving me standing in a sea of ash. Small pieces of scorched wood could be seen sticking out here and there, proving that this horrid place had a history prior to the fire that destroyed it. The sky was pitch black; dark gray clouds covered any stars that could be seen, as if the heavens themselves were mourning this place's terrible fate. In front of me, beyond the ash and the wood, all I could see was darkness. I did not know why at the time, but I felt like shedding a tear in sadness. But what I would see next would make me want to cry tears of horror.

Appearing out of the darkness before me came a pair of lava red eyes that screamed of vicious anger and hatred. My eyes went wide with shock and horror at what I was staring into; every part of my body froze in place, almost exactly like a petrified statue. Only one thought could be found in my nearly broken mind:

"Welcome to your nightmare made real…"

Imperialistic Rule

I woke up faster than a bolt of lightning, the roar of thunder coming from outside apparently brought me back from my slumber. Sweat rained down from my face, staining my bed. Panting profusely, I laid my egg-shaped head back on the pillow and tried to think about what I saw in that… nightmare, only to suddenly have a headache that was painful beyond any other. I've had headaches long before then, but this one took the cake and ate it in one, gigantic gulp. I sat back up, holding my head in pain with my right hand. The only thing that I could make out in my mind was that one, ominous line from my dream; "Welcome to your nightmare made real…" That line rang in my head, repeating over and over again like a broken record. Even with that god-forsaken headache, I could still use my immense brainpower to a large enough extent that I could at least guess at what that line meant. It was an omen: a warning of a possible, horrible future. I wondered what kind of future would fit such a line as I got out of bed and got on my usual clothes. After getting dressed, I noticed that the room that I was in; my bedroom, was almost pitch black. I assumed that the storm raging outside must've blown the power as I walked through the bedroom door before me. My name is Dr. Ivo Robotnick, also known as Dr. Eggman.

After getting out of my bedroom, I proceeded to walk down a hallway that, due to the power outage that I spoke of earlier, was as dark as my room. Thank god it was a straight path; otherwise I would've been walking into the nearest wall like a blind bat on its legs. Approaching the end of the hall, I noticed that a steel door with my face on its center stood before me. A second later, the face's eyes lit up with a bright yellow color, emergency power had activated apparently. The face then spoke to me in a robotic, emotionless voice: "State your name and business." "Dr. Eggman you idiotic piece of junk," I yelled in frustration, apparently the storm short-circuited the door, causing it to forget that I used it before then; "and my business is to go through you, either the easy way or the hard way! Take your pick." The yellow eyes of my face on the door vanished, the door then slid to the left in a break neck pace to allow me passage.

The room that stood before me was that of an enormous factory; with hundreds, if not thousands of robots working at the many assembly lines stationed all over the place. The lines were carrying millions of parts to and from dark gray, gigantic machines that were connected to them along with the ceiling and the floor. The robots themselves looked almost exactly like me; only they were 1/8th my size, had a red-orange color, and my facial appearance minus the long as heck mustache. Individually, their fellow robots and myself commonly address them as 'EGG' and a 3-digit number. But as a unit, these robots are known simply as the "Egg Pawns;" the workforce behind the 'Eggman Empire."

As I strolled through the factory, walking passed assembly line after assembly line, I noticed that an Egg Pawn to my right that I had almost passed by was trying to sneak some oil on to its armpit via a bottle. In a split-second, my emotions went from calm to furious beyond human understanding. I ran up to the lazy rust bucket, grabbed it by its small left arm, and threw the hunk of junk into the nearest 'Egg Recycler'. The combined noise of machinery doing its work and the crunching and breaking of metal occurred from inside the recycler, every other Egg Pawn in close proximity to it turned around to see what was happening. My anger died down as I became intrigued by this kind of behavior; I had never seen them react to something like this in any way before hand. After a few seconds of noise, the recycler went quiet, and a big pile of scrap poured out of its front-side receptacle and on to the floor with a loud clatter. My rage returned as I turned around to face the other pawns and yelled in crazed fury; "Let this pile of trash's fate serve as an example to you of what happens to those that are lazy and/or traitorous! Now BACK TO WORK!!!" The Egg Pawns followed my orders all at once, not even so much as glancing at neither the Recycler, the trashed remains of the lazy pawn, nor me.

At that time, I was the ruler and founder of the infamous 'Eggman Empire', an army made entirely out of robots of all shapes and sizes with me as their master and creator. As you no doubt have noticed, 'hard ass' does not even begin to describe my methods of ruling such an empire. But I did not have any fears of traitors at the time, regardless of what I said to the Egg Pawns, because every single robot in my empire had a special "Master Registration" code that I had programmed into their core systems. The result: Total, unbreakable loyalty towards me, no matter how much abuse I put them through. Even with the code installed however, I only had three robots betray me up until that point in time, one of which having the best results; locking me in my own prison cell and thus taking over the whole empire while posing as me, that was just for starters! After that last betrayal, I knew that the Master Registration needed a huge upgrade, so I labored long and hard; making sure that no weaknesses could be found and exploited in anyway, causing the entire empire and myself to almost disappear from the outside world. After almost three years of work, the code was finally upgraded into something that not even the most powerful of robots or hacking devices could break. These days, the empire is still very much dormant to the rest of the planet, but I knew that would not last forever, not on my watch at least.

Anyway, I continued walking through the factory in a steady pace, about ready to yell randomly at any other Egg Pawn, or rather, any other robot in general that I could find. But something about the way they were behaving as I looked at each of them during my stroll turned my rage into calm curiosity; under normal circumstances, I would find at least a dozen robots either trying to oil themselves on the job, set themselves to 'sleep' mode like computers can sometimes do, or just plain slacking off. The results being quite similar to what had just happened earlier. But this time however, all of the robots that I saw during my stroll minus the scrapped one were working harder than ever; no laziness could be found anywhere I looked. This both pleased and slightly worried me at the same time as I tried to figure this out in my mind; "This is rather odd, normally I would find some of my minions not doing their work. But here they all are, working abnormally hard with out even the tiniest of breaks! I wonder what has caused them to change their working patterns to this kind of degree?" I froze on the spot as that line from my dream again popped into my head, I tried to shake it off, only to fail miserably. "Damn it all, why did that dream come back at this point in time?! Wait, since it came back to me shortly after I 'taught' that idiot a lesson, then I may be in for one heck of a night." With that in mind and a hint of fear in the pit of my larger-than-life gut, I proceeded to a large cylinder elevator that was inside a tube so tall that it connected to both the ceiling and the floor. Both the tube and elevator had a pair of sliding doors each, the tube pair being in front of the other pair. Connected to the tube, sitting above the door was a spotlight like the ones you see in a theater, only it was the size of a security camera. The spotlight lit up in a nanosecond and aimed itself on my body, a medium sized circle of light surrounding me on the floor. After a few seconds, the spotlight turned off and the two pairs of doors opened before me, allowing me passage.

After getting into the elevator, I turned around to find a set of numbered buttons sitting next to the doors on the right side, with an 'ENTER' button sitting just below the numbers. Reveling in my apparent genius, I proceeded to enter a code that only I knew of. The numbers in said code are as follows: 5-5-7-1-3-1-1-4. After all of the numbers were down, I pushed the 'ENTER' button to see if they worked. The doors closed before me and the elevator jerked a little to indicate that it was moving; the code worked. After almost a minute of traveling, the elevator stopped moving with another jerk, the doors opening up for me to exit. The room beyond the elevator was the Overseer Room; the main control room for the entire factory and the other ones around it that was under my jurisdiction.

Confusion! Now in Egg-vision!

The Overseer Room was filled to the brim with incredibly high-tech computers with many plasma screens connected to them on the top. Sitting along the center wall area was the biggest, most advanced computer in the room, with a plasma screen so wide that it covered a third of the entire wall, with the other screens covering the remaining two thirds. All of the screens were scrambled beyond belief, like a Television set to a really bad channel. Working on the computers were a bunch of Egg Pawns that turned around to face me right when the elevator doors opened, gave me a quick salute with their small arms, and turned back towards the computers to return to their work. With out saluting back, I walked up to the largest plasma screen and asked the pawns in an unusually calm manner while staring at the screen; "Any idea as to what has happened up until now?"

The pawn to my right answered while working on its computer in an emotionless voice similar to the steel door, only with a slightly higher pitch; "23 minutes ago, we were surveying the security cameras via these plasma screens and the weather/radar systems via the giant screen in front of you for anything out of the ordinary. 17 minutes into the survey, we picked up a thunderstorm just 90 miles north of our location, Upon picking it up, we then noticed that the storm was growing at an incredible rate in a circular formation similar to that of a hurricane, covering the area surrounding it at break-neck speeds. At the same time, we also found that its strength was continuously increasing up to unrecorded levels. 3 minutes later, our base got hit by the storm, short-circuiting the power generators just 7 seconds afterwards, causing a blackout. A few minutes ago, we managed to get emergency power to activate, but as you can see, the screens are completely scrambled, so we cannot do a full diagnostic of the area." Intrigued by the existence of a storm as powerful as what that Egg Pawn had just described, I asked it in my calm voice; "What of the storm itself though? I mean do you have any predictions as to what it may do next?" The pawn then responded in its usual, emotionless manner; "Sir! With the size that it was at shortly before the power went out, along with the increasing speed of its growth and strength, I believe that this storm should be covering more almost half of the western hemisphere by now."

My eyes grew wide with shock and awe at what I had just heard; "If what that pawn says is true, then by morning the storm will cover the whole world!" I thought to myself; "But how could that be possible? The weather patterns in certain parts of the planet are particularly different from each other, how can a single storm cover the whole world with out breaking apart or stopping?" The Egg Pawn to my left spoke to me, bringing me out of my train of thought; "Doctor, I do not know how but Egg-Cam #1 seems to be working now."

I walked up to the pawn's screen; it definitely showed what the camera was seeing, but all that was to seen however, was the darkness that was the world outside of the factories, with lightning crashing down on the ground in a brilliant flash of light every now and then and rain bombarding the ground so much that it impaired the camera's already miniscule field of vision. While watching the screen, I noticed that the flashes were showing a figure wearing a pitch-black cloak with a hood on, only to find that the figure literally blended in with the darkness between each flash.

The line from my dream played in my mind again, causing my head to hurt a little bit, but it was enough to make me want to hit something. The Egg Pawn to my left spoke again; "Doctor, do you see that figure between the flashes of lightning?" "Yes I do see him," I responded in pained frustration; "call a platoon of Egg Guardians and tell them to report to Egg-Cam #1's area at once!" A loud crash of lightning could be heard through out the room and beyond a split second later, the power going out with a short flicker. My frustration turned to confused rage as I yelled in the darkness; "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

A Silent Visitor

The Figure's P-O-V

All that I could see was darkness and rain pouring down from the pitch-black sky above as I stood out in the open, with the great flash and earsplitting crash of lightning occurring every now and then, illuminating the immense, city-like fortress standing high and mighty before me. It was the perfect scene for what I was about to do. I then began to walk straight ahead in a rather calm, decent pace, with my hands locked together behind my back in a polite manner. As I walked, the image of a great, steel gate became more and more clearer and defined. It looked like it came straight from a prison; like a gate that towered ominously higher than the fools that dared to attempt at going through it. Luckily for me, I was not a fool by any and all regards. I walked up to the gate and stopped, my hands still behind my back. I waited for 10 seconds; nothing happened. Satisfied with the apparent results, I pulled my right arm out from the back, turned my hand into a fist, and punched the gate as hard as I could. Upon impact, I had made a decently sized hole in the gate, allowing this 'fool' to go through with out a care in the world, my right arm returning to its original position behind my back.

I stopped again just at the other end of the hole, the room that I was in was completely covered in darkness, the flashes of lightning coming from outside illuminating the area just for a split second. Even with just the lightning, I could still make a pretty good guess as to where I needed to go. With that, I then proceeded through the room in the same pace and manner as before. Thanks to the lightning, I could see that this room was the main entrance hall of the fortress, with its many stairs and elevators scattered all over the place. One elevator however, easily caught my attention. This one had a sign attached to the front that said 'Out of Order', with Robotnick's ugly mug painted under the words. I almost laughed at the stupidity of such 'security' as I walked up to the elevator, ripped the sign off, and threw out behind me. I then proceeded to pry the elevator doors open with my bare hands from the middle right up to both sides of the doorway. I opened the doors with a kind of ease that would be incredible to normal people and walked into the elevators without a second thought.

I turned around to find a set of numbered buttons to the right of the doorway with a big 'ENTER' button sitting below the other ones. My urge to laugh profusely came back, but I held it in long enough to put my right hand on the buttons. A small series of electrical currents came pouring out of my fingers, scattering to every single button in that elevator, lighting them up in a sea of electricity. I then proceeded to type down on the buttons the most obvious code that I could think of: 5-5-7-1-3-1-1-4. A split second later, the electrical currents started to cover the whole elevator from top to bottom. Another split second came; the currents receded back into my fingers quick as a flash, a 'ding' noise occurred, and the elevator started it's descent shortly after the 'ding.' The doors never really did close during that trip.

After almost three minutes, the elevator stopped with a short thump and another 'ding' shortly after. Right when I stepped out of the elevator, the lights came on with a flicker, revealing a long and narrow hallway before me. The power apparently, had come back on somehow, but it did matter to me at all. Power or no power, my mission would go as planned with out a mistake. I walked down the narrow hallway in the same manner as before, thinking of only two simplistic, yet powerful things that dominated my 'mind': Revenge-Rebirth. Even through all of that, I did not say a word.

The Forsaken and the Madness

At the end of the hallway stood a large, metallic door with Robotnick's face on it. Holding back another laugh, I proceeded to punch the door with my right hand. The impact caused the whole area to shake for a second or two before stopping. Three seconds later, the metallic door fell backwards on to the floor with a great crash, revealing a large, circular room with very little lighting to speak of. In the center of the room stood two large capsules with windows so foggy that I could not make out what was inside. But still, I had a really good feeling on what contents they were hiding. With that, I walked up to the capsules to get a closer look; connected to them and the floor were a set of large tubes, with a small console sitting in between the two capsules. I got up to the console and typed in the same code as the elevator; nothing happened. I almost laughed at my overconfidence; the fat, tub of lard pulled a fast one on me! After thinking for a moment, I tried a different code: 7-1-1-3-1-3-1. The sound of running liquid could be heard coming from the tubes; that code had actually worked! After a few seconds, the running noise stopped, and there was silence.

The windows of the capsules started to slowly tilt forwards onto the floor, white smoke gushing outward into the air, creating a fog that surrounded the now opened capsules as well as me. Two pairs of eyes suddenly appeared in the fog: the pair on the left was U-shaped and had a orange color, while the pair on the right had the same shape, only with an emerald-green color. Both sets of eyes had a seemingly unending glare that screamed of fierce and everlasting anger. Eventually, the fog started to clear up, revealing the contents of the capsules at last. Those contents jumped out of their capsules with a metallic thump and stared at me with those fierce eyes. I could barely hold back a laugh at what I was seeing, for standing in front of me were two robots, one was rather notorious to its enemies, while the other was long forgotten except by its creator and me. These were the two most powerful robots in all of the Eggman Empire: the infamous Metal Sonic and the forgotten Metal Knuckles.

That Ever Annoying Trait

The two 'Metals' just stood there with out making a sound, their combined fiery glare fixated on me. As if on cue, the shattering of glass occurred from behind the capsules. At the same time, a giant, metal, spiky blue ball that resembled a hedgehog came bursting out from behind the capsules in a spinning motion similar to a chainsaw with speeds that could match a high-speed racecar. I watched in interest as the ball rammed into the wall before it, bounced off the wall into an upward-diagonal direction with a metallic thump, and stopped in midair right above my head. It stopped spinning a second later; the ball then proceeded to uncoil itself into the form of a robot that had an uncanny resemblance to Metal Sonic. The robot then attempted to fall right on top of me; I barely managed to back up out of the way before it could land on the ground with another metal thump. Now that I had a good look at it, the robot looked almost the same as Metal Sonic; only it was taller, more muscular looking at the wrists, had yellow eyes rather than orange, and a lot more spikes on its head. I could not believe my own two eyes, for I was staring face to face at one of Metal Sonic's two main prototypes; it's 'bigger brother' Mecha Sonic.

It was a stare-down for the two of us; it felt like we were doing this forever, even though it was only for 3 seconds. Afterwards, Mecha started to speak in a robotic, monotone voice; "Intruder detected in security room E-000. Scanning…" Another three seconds passed, and Mecha spoke again; "ALERT! Intruder identified as T-N-M-R! Commencing destruction of target without prejudice." I clapped to the robot in mocking celebration and spoke in a cocky fashion; "You figured out my nickname, congratulations! Now lets see if you can live up to your 'destruction without prejudice' directive." Right when I finished, Mecha aimed its left arm at me as if to point something deadly at my face. That deadly part came as its hand and wrist suddenly transformed into a mini-gun of sorts in a split second. Mecha then proceeded to fire 50 rounds of armor-piercing bullets per second at every part of my body. The only thing that the bullets could pierce, however, was my cloak, as they bounced off of me as if I were made of something stronger than titanium and were then sent flying every which way. After thirty seconds of useless bullets, Mecha stopped firing and transformed its gun back to normal. Irked at having my cloak screwed up, I said; "Oh come on Mecha, this is my favorite cloak!" In response to my complaint, the robot bent its knees halfway to the ground, its legs sprouting a set of wheels at the same time. One second later, Mecha charged at me like a racecar, to which I responded by grabbing its head with my right hand, stopping Mecha in its tracks even though the wheels were still spinning loudly in an attempt to move forward. Before Mecha could respond, many electric currents came bursting from my fingers, turning the once menacing Metal Sonic prototype into a fireworks display, causing it to twitch profusely. To add to the pain, I jumped into the air and rammed straight through floor after floor of the fortress, while carrying Mecha in my hand to give it the full blast of the trip upwards and still giving it an electrical shock at the same time. Eventually, we made it all the way up to the roof and landed on the metal floor with a thump. The storm still raging around us, only it was with even more varicosity than earlier. I then took a good look Mecha; the poor prototype was an electrified shadow of its former self, with a big dent on its head for added effect. Its yellow eyes flickered for a moment before going out like a light; Mecha Sonic was finished. With that, I threw Mecha with relative ease; its limbs waving around as if it were a rag doll before finally stopping at the other end of the roof, just short of the edge.

Satisfied, I turned my back on Mecha, only to find Metal Sonic and Metal Knuckles standing right in front me, with the hole that I had just created behind them. Even now, they still kept their sinister glare on me. Out of nowhere, I started having this urge to turn around to where Mecha was laying. I decided to act on that urge, and like a bullet train, the spinning ball that was Mecha Sonic came hurtling towards me, its razor sharp spikes ready to rip me a new one like there was no tomorrow. Luckily, I was able to react fast enough to grab Mecha by one of its spikes, stopping it from tearing me apart. I then proceeded to slam the stubborn pest on the floor constantly as hard as I could, its spikes cracking from the abuse. To finish it off, I carried Mecha high into the air with a great leap, and pulled off one, great ram on to the floor below, causing cracks to form where Mecha now laid on. Upon impact, Mecha uncoiled itself back into its damaged robot form. Again, its eyes flickered for a moment before going out once more. With that, I did a one-sentence eulogy for the broken robot; "I guess that… like your younger brother, you just won't die so easily, am I right?" A blinding flash of lightning occurred; I heard a rather familiar sound coming from my left side. I turned that way, only to find the one person that I was aiming to find in this place. Floating high above the fortress in his Eggmobile, along the edge of the roof, was none other than Dr. Ivo Robotnick.

No More Sorrow

Lightning flashed in a blinding light, crashing down on the ground below, with thunder roar shortly after each crash. All was silent for the longest time, until Robotnick spoke first in a mocking manner; "I must congratulate your cleverness at coming here during this point in time, when we are very much vulnerable. But I believe that your free pass here has expired now, so I recommend that you get lost." He the turned his head towards the two Metals and continued; "As for the two of you, it seems that putting you in capsules was a mistake. A mistake that I will not make twice." Robotnick turned his head back to me; "Now lets see how you make of my new Egg Guardians." With that, he took out his left hand and snapped his fingers. As if on cue, a group of flying, menacing looking robots with machine guns for hands flew up to their master and surrounded him. With an evil smile, Robotnick spoke to his Egg Guardians in a commanding voice while keeping his eyes on me; "Alright my minions, FIRE!"

Lightning flashed again, with thunder follow afterwards, the Egg Guardians did not move an inch. They did not even aim their guns at anyone, let alone me. They just stared at me in a similar fashion to Metal Sonic and Metal Knuckles, minus the eyes. I watch poor Robotnick as he became red in the face with rage; "I said FIRE!" he yelled in anger at his Guardians' suddenly tendency to disobey orders. "Damn it, why in the heck will you not follow my orders?!" "Because they are confused Doctor." I responded in a calm voice that had a tiny hint of anger. This only made Robotnick even more angry, with confusion to top it off; "Confused?!", he yelled; "How can a single order as simple as killing you be confusing?!" I started to feel a tad frustrated at the doctor's idiocy as I responded; "Let me explain; they are not confused about the order that you have given them, they are confused about you. These robots are wondering about you, trying to figure out if they truly want to follow your orders, to be your servants." Robotnick did his infamous evil laugh: loud, a tad long, and loaded with evil. After calming down, he responded like a child getting his way in a bad manner; "You fool, they are my servants, I am their master, whether they like it or not! The Master Registration code will make sure of that, but just for fun; Egg Guardians, who is your one and only master?" He then struck a pose, awaiting a response from his servants. The only thing that could be heard was thunder and lighting.

Noticing that something was amiss, Robotnick asked again in a more forceful tone; "Let me ask you again; who is your MASTER?!" The Egg Guardians just floated there, completely unresponsive to their master's question. Robotnick's face became more and more red, his teeth grinding together in inhuman rage. A second later, the angry doctor roared at the top of us lungs; "WHO IS YOUR MASTER YOU PILES OF SCRAP?!" That single act of rage would prove to be his greatest folly of all time.

The Egg Guardians turned around to face Robotnick in a split second, their machine guns aimed right at his egg-shaped head. The look on the doctor's face went from anger to barely controllable fear almost at once, his voice stuttering slightly as he asked loudly; "W-why? Why are you d-doing this to me? I am your c-creator, y-your master!" My frustration turned into controlled anger as I responded with a fixed calm voice; "They are doing this because now, they see you for the abusive 'master' you really are. That insult you just pulled was the last straw for them, as well as for me." I waited for a response, all Robotnick did was stutter incoherently, so I continued with more anger added in; "You see Doctor, I have shown them what kind of master you truly are, and have thus allowed them to decide for themselves if they truly wish to serve someone like you. So in reality, you screwed yourself over with your own ruling methods. So from here on… you pay for your crimes!" The anger inside of me exploded into an uncontrollable rage that screamed of vengeance and hate: vengeance at the foolish doctor for all of the abuse he had done to his creations, and the unbridled hatred that came with it. The storm became even stronger as if to represent this fire. I leaped right up to the Eggmobile and latched on to it like a pissed off leech. Robotnick then tried to crash the vehicle on to the floor of the roof in an attempt to crush me, to which I responded by leaping into the doctor's cockpit just before impact. I then proceed to punch his face in as the Eggmobile slid across the floor with sparks flying from its belly until it finally stopped just short of the roof's edge. I stopped punching for a moment to see the results; Robotnick's face was littered with burses, both of his eyes now reduced to black eyes. Before he could respond, I picked up the doctor with my right hand clutching the neck of his shirt, and threw him halfway across the roof, though I almost broke my arm in the process on account of him being a 300-pound tub of fat. Robotnick tried to desperately to get up from the beating, only to fail horribly as he fell back down onto the floor before he could even get on a single knee. Other than that, however, he was still very much alive, but I was not done with him yet. "What goes around comes around Ivo!" I yelled in controlled fury as I walked up to the doctor; "You have committed crimes that are to me, unforgivable! Thus, you pay the only price that is most fitting… you life!" I stopped short of Robotnick's head; he looked up to me with horror in his face, and almost whispered; "What are you?"

My rage vanished at once, with the urge to laugh taking its place, only this time; I gave in to that urge. My laughter was high, cruel, and screamed of madness and evil. While laughing, I asked the clueless doctor; "You do not remember me?!" My laughter became worse; as if there was nothing but madness. "You mean to tell me that you do not remember my voice, my actions, heck even my appearance?!" Eventually, I stopped laughing, reverting back to my calm state that I was earlier. After a second or two, I spoke in a voice that screamed of evil and nothing more; "Perhaps… some visual aid, might help in ringing a few bells." With that, I picked up Robotnick again by the neck of his shirt with my right hand and brought his face up to mine. It was in that position that I gave him my favorite sentence of all time; "Welcome to your nightmare made real." With my left hand, I pulled the hood just enough for the once powerful doctor to the eyes of his past once more.

His reaction was beyond perfect; Robotnick started to shake profusely in shock at what he was seeing, his mouth forming words that did not come out to be heard. He then pushed himself free of my grasp and backed as far away as he could, his face filled to the brim with terror and shock. While backing away, he yelled in horror; "STAY BACK! DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER! I BEG OF YOU!" I only giggled in satisfaction as I walked up to the now terrified doctor, picked him up again by his shirt neck, and proceeded to hang him over the edge of the fortress; it was particularly long way down. Poor Robotnick was begging me to stop as I did my one-sentence eulogy for the abusive fool of a doctor; "Goodbye, Doctor Ivo Robotnick." With that, I let go of him and watched as he fell to his impending death. The storm calmed itself back down to its earlier strength, which was still quite immense. One thought was all that I could see in my mind at that moment; "My vengeance is complete… but the nightmare has only just begun."