Author's Note: For anyone who might be wondering, no Blanche is NOT related to Rouge at all. She just also happens to be a bat. The idea of Blanche having relatives is a disturbing thought anyways. And sorry if the opening bit to this chapter with Mighty and Ray seems a bit...sketchy. It took me awhile to try to find out how to develop their relationship, dialogue and their personalities. I promise that their next scene will be written a bit better. But it's not exactly easy to write for characters that have only appeared once in a very obscure game that had no cutscenes, heh. I know the story is starting off a bit slow but things will get more interesting soon, I promise.

In fact, I'll try to make the rest of the story a bit more interesting to make up for this less than second rate chapter. Maybe the extra Robotnik scene will make up for it! Enjoy! Remember, feedback is always appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, with the exception of the obvious OCs that have never been used in the series before.


-A few months later-

A black and red armadillo leans back against a recliner, enjoying the feeling of letting the sunrays warm up his fur. Yep, it couldn't get any better than this. It was the most perfect beach weather he'd felt in awhile too, it was just sunny enough but not overbearingly so. The experience would've been a little better without all of the loud people, but hey- at least he didn't have to save them for once.

Mighty reaches over to grab his shades and puts them on, feeling quite swagger as he grins cheekily. Mighty then turns on the boombox he had also brought along with him that's sitting on the edge of his chair. He switches through the radio channels until he gets to the techno music section. With a smirk, Mighty gives a thumbs up in approval as he resumes relaxing again.

He was tempted to pinch himself be certain he wasn't just dreaming that this wonderful moment was happening but he really didn't feel like moving. Besides, if it was a dream then Mighty never wanted to wake up from it. Mighty had been wanting a vacation like this for so long that he didn't want to jinx it. Ever since he became a hero he had never really had a chance to relax anymore.

Whether it was bad guys threatening to destroy the planet or thugs trying to start trouble, he couldn't get a break. But for once, in what felt like YEARS, he was actually getting to enjoy himself. All of the villains seemed to be dormant on this particular day which made it all the more perfect. But then again who wouldn't want to take a break on such a perfect day? That was exactly why he marked this day on the calendar.

Ah, for once he had absolutely nothing to worry about. Life is good.

Just as Mighty was about to drift off to sleep, he's rudely awakened by someone who's prodding him with a stick. He starts at first trying to bat the stick away, "Stop it, go away! I don't wanna get up!"

"Oh for crying out loud, Mighty! How can you relax at such an important time?" The voice exclaims in exasperation, a voice that just so happens to sound very familiar to the armadillo.

Mighty grumbles as he attempts to remain despondent until the guy leaves, but he eventually gives up. It was kind of difficult to pretend to be dead when someone's poking at you with a sharp stick, to say the least, "Ugh, what do you want Ray? Can't you see I'm that I'm TRYING to have a vacation?"

The yellow squirrel crosses his arms together in a huff, momentarily discarding the stick. He gives his companion a stern glare, irritated by his lazy attitude, "Nice shades you got there, Mr. Superhero."

"I know right? These shades were a really good deal too on my salary-" The armadillo is interrupted when Ray flicks off his glasses, "hey!" Mighty finally gets up now, almost knocking over his boombox in the process. He gives the yellow squirrel his own glare, threatening him to cut it out by shaking his fist at him, "What's your problem, dude?"

"My PROBLEM is that you're sitting here slacking off when there's danger!" He sighs irately when Mighty yawns in boredom at his rebuttal. Ray pulls out the newspaper he had been reading earlier before he approaches Mighty, "You don't believe me? Then you should read this!"

Mighty recoils in disgust as soon after he gets a face full of newspaper,blocking out the view of the beautiful beach before him. He immediately shoves the newspaper away, annoyed with his friend's persistent behavior, "Ew, newspaper print."

Ray rolls his eyes at his friend's shallow behavior, knowing he should've expected such a response. But unfortunately that didn't make it any less annoying. He moves over closer to the armadillo, pointing to a specific entry in the newspaper, "See that? THAT is why we need to investigate immediately!"

"Hm…" His curiosity finally peaked, Mighty contemplatively observes the articles written in the newspaper. A particular one, that Ray hadn't noticed, was what caught his eye. The armadillo takes the newspaper out of his teammate's hands to examine it more closely for himself. He lets out a derisive chortle, which confuses Ray, "Ha! This is it? So ole Dr. Kintobor finally snapped, huh? I gotta tell ya I saw it comin', I always knew the old coot was nuts."

"Ugh, not that! THIS," Flustered a bit from the embarrassment of realizing he had shown Mighty the wrong article, Ray takes the newspaper back. He fiddles around with the pages until he finds the right one, then hands it back to the hero, "This is what I was talking about."

"Alright alright, lemme see it," Mighty replies, still having yet to be exposed the information that had shocked the flying squirrel. Migty takes the newspaper back when Ray places it into his impatiently waiting hands, tapping his foot exasperatedly. Now with the newspaper in front of him at the right article, his eyes are immediately brought to what Ray had been fretting over, "What? 'Organic Mobians Replaced With Metallic Counterparts?' How did I not hear about this before!"

Ray gushed over this opportunity to put his Intel at work since Mighty didn't seem to know much about the issue this time. That rarely ever happened, as in most cases people reported these things to Mighty first, "The case even had professional investigators baffled by it is why. It started a bit more discreetly at first, just a few select small areas being targeted. But lately the attack has been spreading out at an alarming rate, which alerted the media."

Mighty was still in so much shock that he didn't really hear his friend's words. The armadillo was still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea. He didn't understand what bring someone to do something so awful to their fellow innocent Mobians. Assuming that the culprit was of course, another fellow Mobian, "What else do you know about the situation Ray? Do you know if it's a machine that's doing this? Or even what the identity of the sick twisted monster that's behind this is?"

The yellow squirrel knew he should be as worried as his companion, but he couldn't hide the smile forming on his face. THIS is the Mighty that he first met that fateful day, the justice loving vigilante he was proud to be partners with. The squirrel hadn't always been his partner from the start.

It was inspiring to see the armadillo get into his serious hero mode when a new disaster appeared. Now he was practically struggling to sort through what piece of info he had was useful and what wasn't, "Well no one has actually seen the person that's been doing this yet. He doesn't even have a name so far. But, from the observations I've made I can tell that the work was done by a machine. There aren't any known Mobians WITH superpowers that are capable of doing something so precisely by hand, without at least leaving some potential evidence behind."

Mighty passes his buddy a gracious smile for the information, then ruffles his head playfully as if he's a child. Though to Mighty he'll still see Ray as that geeky tween who did everything to be his partner all those years ago, "Good work Ray, we're at least that much more ahead of G.U.N on this case then. What would I do without you?"

"You'd still be slacking off like the lazy bum that you are, I presume," Ray smirks, never able to resist the urge to tick off his friend. Besides, he was only messing around. Surely, Mighty should be able to understand that.

"Don't start with me, Ray!" Mighty warns him, shooting him an exasperating glance. All he earns in return is a precocious smirk, but he shouldn't have really expected Ray to immediately reform. The flying squirrel had a bad habit of teasing his mentor. A habit that Mighty hoped he would grow out of after awhile, but he hadn't. Oh well, that wasn't what mattered right now, "In any case, you know what all of this tells me? We're on our way to start a new adventure!"
-

Oglilvie heaves out a long, drawn out sigh as he taps his gloved fingers edgily against the desk he's been sitting in. The blue speedster felt like he must have been here for hours, but then maybe he had. Times like this proved that there was nothing worse in the world than waiting for something. While yes, there were horrible crimes going on in the world yet Oggie couldn't help but feel that his current plight was far more awful. Or maybe he was just being biased.

But he felt that his biased outlook on his situation was highly justified with Ms. Blanche incessantly chatting on the phone in the background. He had never realized just how grating her voice really sounded until now. Oglilvie didn't even understand what they were talking about either, so he couldn't even entertain himself by eavesdropping. It would be pointless to listen into a conversation that made no sense, at least not to him.

Though if he had to make a guess, she was probably complaining to the people in charge of the orphanage about what a nuisance he was to her. Oglilvie did not find the thought a particularly pleasant one to dwell on, but it was most likely the truth. Oh well, if she thought of him that way then now he'd really have to put in his best efforts to drive her even crazier. It definitely couldn't be the other possibility that someone was calling because they were interested in adopting him.

As if. The blue hedgehog had long ago given up hope on that notion after a couple years in this orphanage. The adults who browsed idly through here had a real penchant for crushing a kid's spirit. It's not like Oglilvie could blame them though. Who'd want a spiny blue kid that spent his leisurely time pulling pranks on his superiors? And a spiny blue kid that was cursed with the ability of super speed at that? No way, that's an instant deal breaker. Oglilvie had far too often heard these complaints in his earshot on the rare occasion when Blanche suggested the idea to them.

You see, on Mobius super powered Mobians used to be an extremely rare oddity a couple centuries back. Ones that were mostly mentioned in history textbooks, labeled as godly legends. These such cases included Genesis the Hedgehog, King Blizzard, Onyx the Wolf, Bronze the Echidna and so on. But again, these guys were revered as HEROES, not seen as disgusting freaks that didn't even deserve a passing glance. But lately, it seemed like a lot of Mobians had an ancestral connection to these heroes that they weren't aware of. At least they hadn't been aware until it became obvious when their little angels started showing amazing super strength or levitation powers.

Oglilvie probably figured that when his parents noticed he would run faster than he could crawl they labeled him as an unnatural freak and shipped him away to the nearest orphanage. Well, that was probably a slight exaggeration, but he couldn't think of any other reason. That was another thing that he hated about waiting for hours on end. It usually lead to him dwelling on unpleasant thoughts like these. He was just a kid, he shouldn't be concerned about these sorts of matters. After what felt like the length of five generations passing by, Blanche finally ended her telephone conversation. Then she turned over to him with a leer, seeming hesitant to give him permission to go.

She briskly walks over to him, passing him an arrogant look he's seen far too many times on the faces of snobby aspiring parents. But that doesn't make it any less tolerable to look at, not even slightly. All it does is fuel his dislike- not hatred- for this woman. Yes, even Oggie couldn't say he hated her but he didn't enjoy her company either, "As much as I hate to make the time you spend here even relatively more tolerable, you're free from your punishment for now. I'd prefer to have you stay in this room longer, but I'm not quite interested in being arrested for charges of child abuse if I let you wither away and starve."

The blue hedgehog rolls his eyes at the bat's explanation, wondering why she's blatantly lying about her nonexistant concern for his wellbeing when there was no publicity neabry to impress. Maybe what she meant was that she wouldn't want something like that to get on the news and smear her so-called "good name." Not like she had one of course, but that would make more sense for her personality, "Uh-huh. Cut it out with the act. We all know you don't like kids, so you're not foolin' nobody."

Blanche narrows her eyes at him in distaste as if she's just eaten spoiled food. Although, in her eyes having to deal with these uneducated children wasn't too different from how unpleasant that would be, "Correction, Mister Oglilvie, it's I'm not fooling anybody. If only you had been born with the superpower of basic grammar comprehension, but we can't have everything we want. For example, I wish that I were a hair stylist rather than a warden at a run-down orphanage. Or perhaps a science teacher or an actress or…"

The blue hedgehog yawns in an unnecessarily exaggerated flourish as his caretaker rambles on. She really needed more self control over her habit of constantly talking about herself for hours. Oglilvie couldn't fathom why she thought her words would interest him anyways. He checks his wrist, momentarily forgetting that he can't afford a watch, much less new shoes, and then promptly interrupts the conversation. He just couldn't be expected to sit patiently through this kind of dribble, "Uh, not that this conversation isn't interesting but I got better things to do, madame. Gotta juice!"

The blue hedgehog speeds off (literally) at the speed of light, stunning Blanche into a silence for a moment. It takes her awhile to register that he left since her eyes couldn't keep up with how quickly he ran. Once it does become evident to her she huffs irately, a little peeved that he cut her off so abruptly. But rather than let that get to her, she instead chastises him for a rule he frequently disregards, "For the last time, don't run in the hallways young man!"

The rule breaker in question though, can't even hear her as he's already zoomed through half of the orphanage by now. He can barely see much of anything, as the velocity of his speed has distorted everything and everyone into a colorful blur. That was why he didn't even stop to apologize when he knocked over some of the orphans nearby. He was only thinking about one thing in particular, his current destination. Normally he just ran where ever the wind took him, but in an enclosed building like this there weren't many options for the wind TO take him to. Besides, he always had the opportunity for that when it became available to him.

When he had told Ms. Blanche he had more important matters to take care of, he had actually meant it. Well, he also wanted to weasel out of the less than interesting discussion she had almost entrapped him, too. But that wasn't the only reason behind his hasty escape. Even with the unpleasant thoughts that had swarmed his mind earlier, he hadn't forgotten his most recent, important priority- the emerald. Blanche had prevented him trying to contemplate its origin any further by dragging him to her makeshift solitary confinement room. That had been an unanticipated distraction, but he had managed through it.

Now that he had gotten out of that annoying little predicament, it was time to get down to business. The blue hedgehog didn't need clear vision to tell that he had already reached his destination, promptly skidding to a halt. Oglilvie now finds himself by the jungle gym, and can see that there are a lot more kids playing outside now than they were earlier. Hm, that means he will have to be a lot more discreet when he discusses what to do with this emerald with Tiara. Speaking of which…he hoists himself up on the monkey bars, climbing until he's next to the brown hedgehog. She's hanging upside down so her expression is a bit unreadable, but he approaches her anyways.

"Yo, Tia! Were ya lonely without me?" Oglilvie asks in a teasing tone of voice, passing her a smug grin. His friend switches her position so she manages to balance herself on the bars well enough to sit him. Oggie struggles slightly to do the same, wondering how she could pull off stunts. Even his own flexibility didn't hold a candle to hers. She'd probably grow up to be an acrobat at some point in the future.

"More like bored to death! Do you know how long I was waiting for you to bust outta there?" Tiara is quick to chastise him as if she's an over protective mother. Oggie would've laughed at the image of her being a mother someday if it weren't also incredibly frightening. Besides, he could bet his life on it that she wouldn't have any qualms with socking him if he did laugh at her. When Tiara wasn't in the best of moods- like now- it was best not to try to tease her. Unless you had a death wish, that is, "Nobody's any fun around here in this old dump! They don't got any good schemes or nothin'."

Oglilvie fails to fight back the urge to smirk in amusement as he envisions Blanche reprimanding her for forgetting her grammar if she had been here to hear their conversation. But it's not like he'd have the right to get on her case for that, he was no good at proper grammar either. He didn't know why Blanche bothered teaching that junk to them anyways. It's not like they would ever need it for anything important, "Well duh, that's what I'm here for! To make this place less of a drag. You guys wouldn't know what to do without me."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Don't get a big head about it," Tiara responds, playfully punching him in the shoulder but not so much that it would hurt. He feigns a pained expression as she's seriously hurt him and she rolls her eyes, telling him to cut it out. They both laugh over his dramatics for a bit until Tiara remembers the emerald. Then her face becomes eerily serious, as she asks, "So, is the emerald okay? Ya didn't lose it or nothin' while you were with Ms. Blanche right?"

"Of course not! You really don't give me enough credit, Tia!" The blue blur has to steady himself carefully as he picks the emerald out of his quills. Tiara gives him a weird look, as if saying "Seriously?" over his odd choice to hide it in. He casually shrugs, barely preventing himself from falling of the bars but doesn't seem fazed by that. He'd made a habit of stashing the emerald in his squills since it was easier to hide it that way and he couldn't imagine why wanyone would to sift through sharp quills to get to it, "Hey, where else was I gonna hide it? I didn't have much time to think about it when you got ME busted for YOUR plan, ya know! Let's set off the sprinklers for a laugh, you said. Nobody's gonna notice, you said. It's not like we'll get caught, you said-!"

Tiara rolls her eyes over her friend's incessant whining. He didn't realize it, but he could almost be as bad as Ms. Blanche at times. She didn't say that out loud though, so as not to irritate him further, "Alright, I get your point but don't whine about it. What's important right now is seriously thinking about what to do with this thing. But I got to thinkin' about it while Ms. Blanche had you behind bars and I'm pretty sure I've actually seen something like this before too."

Oglilvie perks his head up at Tiara's confession, all ears for what she has to say now. Not that listening to her was as unpleasant as it was to listen to Blanche, but he didn't have the longest attention span. It was only when interesting things were being discussed, did he find it easier to listen, "Really? No kidding? Do ya remember if anybody had a specific name for this thing?"

Tiara stares at the emerald in frustration as she tries to remember, but shakes her head resignedly when she gets no results. She sighs in disappointment in time with Oggie, wishing she could've been more helpful there. But unfortunately, she hadn't been as lucky as all that, "Well…no. BUT before my old man croaked, I saw tons of gems just like this one stashed away in this vault in his room. I was kinda little so I don't remember too much, I mostly know there were eight of 'em. They were all in this neatly stacked row- pops was freakishly organized about EVERYTHING- and all of 'em had different colors. So I know that they weren't just normal emeralds."

"But I thought you said your pop was some kinda government dude. What would he have wanted with 'em?" Oglilvie questions, getting more and more intrigued by this new information. Normally these kind of stories bored him, but gem's safety was more important in his boredom. Besides, it was a little difficult to not be interested in learning more about this gem.

"That's what I was wonderin' when I found 'em. Pops was a little mad at me for getting into the vault but he told me all about 'em when I said I was just curious. He said that an old friend asked for him to keep them safe. But then he also said..." Tiara continues, pursing her lips together in concentration the way she does when she's trying to recall something. Oglilvie figured out that this was what she was doing pretty quickly, since he was accustomed to this idiosyncrasy. Her face brightens up as the picture comes to her clearly, before she says, "Okay, it might be a little sketchy but this is what he said about 'em. It didn't make sense to me, though it might help for you to know it. He said it like this, 'The servers are the seven Chaos. Chaos is power…power enriched by the heart. The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos.'"

"...What else?" Rather than impatiently demanding an answer, Oglilvie waits for the rest thinking there must be more left. But when she doesn't utter anything more, he gives her a quizzically. She offers him an apologetic glance, shrugging her shoulders.

"Sorry, that's all I know about 'em. That's why I told ya not to sell the emerald for some extra rings. That phrase appeared in the back of my head when you showed it to me, though I didn't realize it at first," Tiara regrets not having more to tell her blue furred friend, but she didn't have anything else. The rest of her memories after that, after the…accident that is, were a bit fuzzy. She mostly remembers more about her life here at the orphanage than anything else, "If I knew anything else, I'd tell ya right away."

Oglilvie understands though, he even gives her a grateful smile for what help she did give to him. Even if it was just a little bit, they knew that much more about the emerald than before, at least. The only problem still, was finding an adult that they could help them with this emerald. Basically any adult that wasn't Blanche would do, since they didn't trust her even the tiniest bit. All the orphans knew she was desperate to become rich so she could finally ditch this dump so jewls were not safe around her, "It's okay, Tia. I know you would've."

"So in the meantime, what are we gonna do with this thing? We can't toss it, but we can't use it for nothin' else either," Tiara replies, just as frustrated by this situation her partner in crime is. It didn't help that with their living condition, they didn't have many places to hide it in. All they had thought of for that so far was hiding it in Tiara's room. But even that wouldn't last forever, since something was bound to mess it up. Then surprising even herself, Tiara comes up with an idea she hadn't considered, "Oh, I got it! We need more info on this thing, rignt?"

"Uh yeah, I thought we already established that awhile ago," Oggie replies rudely, arching an eyebrow in confusion at why Tiara was stating the obvious. He didn't quite understand where she was getting at with this. Both of them already knew that they didn't understand much about this thing, they both already knew that.

Tiara groans at how dense her friend can be sometimes. Though he was more fun to hang out with than any kid in the orphanage he could be a little exasperating in moments like these, " Do I have to explain everything? Now, I know it might so way past uncool, but you know that small library Ms. Blanche has in her office? Well, maybe one of her books might have info on this emerald and the seven chaos thing."

Oglilvie starts when the sound of the word 'library' reaches his ears, even grimacing slightly. Wasting his whole day inside STUDYING was not the sort of thing that he was into. It wasn't that he hated books or anything, but he was all about MAKING adventure happen! Reading about adventure when he had the physical ability to do that didn't appeal to him, "Ew, you mean we'd have to read and junk? I dunno, this plan isn't soundin' all that great..."

Tiara rolls her eyes at his response, knowing that she should've expected something like that from him. In any other situation, she would've reacted the same way but this was different. Right now, they couldn't ignore any possible way to get more information. It wasn't like they had much choice either, so there was no point in whining, "Oh stop whining! It's REALLY boring, but reading isn't all that bad. It can be pretty helpful too if you got the right books."

Oglilvie still didn't seem entirely convinced, but he knew it was a bit silly to complain over something so trivial. The consequence from letting this gem get into the wrong hands would surely be a lot worse than boredom. With that in mind, he sighs as he reluctantly accepts the idea. As much as he didn't like it, they needed every bit of help that they could get, "Okay, I guess it's not that bad if you put it like that. BUT you better be sure we'll benefit from this! If I end up dying outta boredom in that stupid library, I'm includin' in my biography that it was all your fault!"

Much to the blue hedgehog's chagrin, Tiara didn't have the self control to hold back her outburst of laughter over Oggie's wild exaggeration.
-

"Oh ho ho ho ho! I just knew this plan was going to be brilliant from the very start!" A certain mad scientist chortles gleefully over the progress he's been making in his work. Everything was working out just as he had planned for it to. He had honestly not expected for it all to happen so easily.

Robotnik had been prepared for a lot of trial and error, but it unexpectedly resulted in becoming a huge success. He wasn't about to take all the credit for his luck, though. It helped that the threat he had been warned about was making very slow progress on figuring out his plan. Another bout of luck that had occurred was he had successfully tricked one of his colleagues into stupidly giving him the blueprints for the discontinued roboticizer project. Although now that he thought about it, he should be a little more lenient with the gullible rabbit. If it hadn't been for John's (unintended) helping hand in this plan Robotnik had to admit he might not have gotten this far.

Perhaps when Robotnik's new world Eggman Land is established, he should make an honorable mention when he introduces it to the rest of Mobius. But it is still debatable whether or not if he should go through with still roboticizing the rest of the Lightfoot family. It would be awfully rude of him to leave them out of the fun, after all. Robotnik certainly doesn't want to leave the impression that he discriminates against rabbits. He'll have to think about that later, when he's gotten to the last few steps in his ingenious plan.

He mustn't get ahead of himself. Fate has a habit of not showing much mercy for those he get overly confident in their plans, or to those who count their eggs before they hatch, so to speak. No matter, what he needed to concentrate on was the second part of his plan. Robotnik had actually not initiated this crucial step yet. He had gotten so excited when he managed to build the roboticizer on his own that he had gotten a little caught up in, er...testing it out. That had been his only mistake so far, as now his roboticizing spree has alerted far too much attention to his scheme.

It was going to be that much more difficult to be more discreet about this second step. Robotnik didn't want to bring any sort of suspicion to himself now that he knew even G.U.N was tracking down any possible suspects. That was really the only thing he needed to worry about so far. It's not like that 'Mighty the Armadillo' character could do anything to stop him! Robotnik had been careful to not leave behind any traces of evidence that the naked eye could see. Even if he had read the news about this spectacle, Mighty had no idea who he was, what his name or even where his base was.

Although, he didn't think anyone would be able to guess where his base was. It was in a remote area that hide base so very snugly that the government could search through the area as many times as they pleased without detecting a thing. Even if they managed to find the entrance, there was no possible way for them to get past his high-tech security or the quick sand for that matter! Yes, his Sand Ocean base was surrounded by large pits of quick sand. It was so well guarded that even Robotnik had a difficult time getting into his own home base.

Those so-called threats didn't stand a chance against him, really. Even if they figured out his plan and his identity, he still had this one hideout to rely on. It was where he was hiding right now actually, though he wasn't exactly just there to hide in it. It had a very helpful computer system built into it that would aid him in getting the right kind of information he needed. He was looking for a specific Mobian, one that he had not seen in a very long time. Even in the midst of his excitement, he had not forgotten about his main goal.

That goal was of course, to gain revenge on the one who was responsible for the death of his dear old colleague, Jules. If memory served him right, the failed experiment was sent to a specific place for safekeeping after the release of the emeralds' power had tamed it. Robotnik drums his fingers against the edge of the keyboard as he concentrates as deeply as he can to recall that important detail. It's on the tip of his tongue, but it's not something he always thinks about. Perhaps if he typed in the name of the creature he would get the right results to appear.

The name was such a ridiculous one too, he couldn't fathom why Jules had thought that name was a good idea to give to it. He was positive that it started with an O. Ah, that's it. Robotnik flashes a demented grin as he types up the name into the search engine. The mad scientist is shown a number of various results, but decides to settle on one. Luck must really be on his side, he inwardly muses to himself, as the result he happened to choose gave him exactly what he needed. But it's not as if he was complaining about that either. It's about time fate is deciding to let things go his way. At first though, Robotnik didn't understand how an orphanage of all things would help him.

He continues to sort through the orphanage's website in spite of his doubts however, until he discovers a list of the children living there. He immediately halts when his eyes land on the very name he was searching for. A few titters escape from his mouth at first, but then he bellows out with hysterical laughter at his endless amount of luck. It was just so hilarious that he couldn't help himself. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that fate decided to join in on his plan too. This was all just TOO easy for him! After his fit of laughter dies down, he regains composure, but his amusement over the spectacle does not fade.

"I think it's about time I paid a good friend a little visit. I'm sure he'll be absolutely delighted by the surprise I'll leave for him," Robotnik says to no one else in particular, once again chortling as he prepares to leave for his new destination. He barks orders at his robot servants to set up everything up for his trip. Meanwhile, a few miles away a very anxious and restless rabbit suddenly experiences a sinking feeling in his gut at that exact moment.