Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic, Sally, Rotor, Tails, Bunnie, Antoine, Robotnik and all the rest. No, not even Knothole…

The 'Sonic the Hedgehog: In Castle Robotnik' book is a Sega owned copyright, published by Virgin Books and written by Martin Adams.

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CHAPTER 20: TOTAL MELT-DOWN

Unknown Location / Castle Robotnik / South Island / 03: 48 AM

Spielbot S crossed from the Tower of Power after another interview, this time for the RBC; that's Robotnik Broadcasting Corporation, one of Robotnik's string of TV stations. It's strange; Robotnik owned masses of them, all pumping out entertainment for his robot minions [and the Mobians unfortunate enough to own a TV too] around Mobius around the clock. But every programme on every single one of them was rubbish. Sound familiar?

He was happy, because he'd been interviewed by a robot with a truly exceptional Grovelling Program installed into it and it had asked really dead-brain questions that he'd been able to answer while at the same time looking great and talking platitudes as usual. As he glided along happily, his attention was caught by a group of sinister black robots pouring out of the Great Tower, and they seemed to be heading toward him. Funny, he thought, I don't remember hiring them for the movie.

"Are you Spielbot, designation S?" snarled the leader of the group. It was an exceptionally large Slicer and it looked extremely nasty. Spielbot got a sinking feeling in his central circuit boards as he began to suspect something awful was just about to happen.

"Erm, no. He's still in the Tower of Power, in the hospitality room," he replied.

"Are you sure? You look an awful lot like the holographic image I have installed in my seek-and-destroy program," the slicer said in a deathly tone of voice. "Right down to the atrocious glasses."

Spielbot almost panicked but managed to keep an even voice. "That's because I'm his assistant and he likes his assistants to look like him, right down to these atrocious glasses," he said, keeping his voice as flat as possible to sound plausible.

"Hmmm. Maybe I should melt you down anyway. Just in case," the Slicer said threateningly.

"Oh no, Dr Robotnik wouldn't like that at all. If you melt me down as well as Spielbot then his great movie won't get finished on time, and then Dr Robotnik won't be able to win the Mobius Prize for Film Production and Direction. Then he'll get eggstremely angry and he will blame you, and that wouldn't do well at all, would it? You'd have to melt yourself down."

The Slicer had one of those 'I'm not sure about how it has happened, but you've got off the hook' expressions on its face. "Very well," it growled and headed off to the Tower of Power with its strike team.

Spielbot hurried for the master laboratory as fast as his tracks could carry to find out what on Mobius was going on. How could Robotnik want him melted down for scrap when he had all but completed his master's magnum opus? He had to find out. There had to be some mistake somewhere.

"Sonic, where did you go?" Tails asked out loud, confused as to what could be so important that he'd wander off without saying-

"I'm over here, little bro, around the corner," the blue hedgehog's voice replied, around the other corner [from whence the 'Melt-Down Squad had originally ventured from].

The twin-tailed fox wandered around the corner and then abruptly stopped.

He and Sonic were in front of a giant circular door, which was mainly crimson with an 'X' silver design over its front. It was mesmerizing, for a reason the pair of them couldn't touch upon. It just looked so futuristic and out there, compared to the rest of the floors they'd seen. Hell, the rest of the castle even.

"So… What do you thinks' in there, Sonic?" Tails asked simply, still studying the architecture of the door in awe.

"I don't know, buddy. Do you want to check it out? Who knows, we might find some stuff on the monster creating process and how to reverse it," Sonic said evenly, a subtle curiosity apparent in his tone.

Tails sighed. He'd already messed up their direction so far, what could one more detour hurt? And if they went wrong again, at least it'd be Sonic's fault this time. He sniggered a little at the thought.

And so with the [loud] sound of a tide of water residing back to the sea, the circular door slid open and rotated clockwise, stopping at the top of the structure, leaving Sonic and Tails free to step inside into the unknown.

Light sprung from the darkness immediately from their presence. And moments later, loud gasps were uttered in the chamber within.

Unknown Location / Castle Robotnik / South Island / 03: 55 AM

Just as Eggor was about to leave the master laboratory for the Great Tower, Robotnik reappeared in the doorway.

"Eggor, one last thing," the white-coated lunatic growled. "Have – ha ha ha! – Spielbot's film crew melted down for scrap as well."

"What, master?" Eggor was staggered; this wasn't part of the plan at all. "But, master, then the movie will never be made!"

"I've changed my mind," Robotnik said. "We can't trust these robots. They may be spies or terrorists. Remember that dratted Bomb Bot. Spielbot's robots cannot be trusted! They must be eggspunged! Ha ha ha!"

"But it was just the instructions weren't reprogrammed correctly. It was a simple computer error," Eggor argued, his more-Snively predominant traits boiling to the surface.

"Don't you dare argue with me!" Robotnik yelled. "Have those robots melted down NOW – or else! No eggscuses! Issue the orders now, Eggor, then join me atop the tower." He stomped off.

Eggor was beside himself. Now he would never have his starring role in the movie! He knew, or he thought he knew, that his Master might change his mind later and then it would be too late if the film crew had already been eggsterminated. Unless, unless… he recalled the one film unit left to him!

He keyed in his last set of orders in double-quick time and left for the top of the Great Tower. Unfortunately, in his haste t join his master, he made the dreadful mistake of not shutting down the central computer access. Why are we pointing out this apparently insignificant detail? Just wait and see.

???? / Castle Robotnik / South Island / 03: 48 AM

Books. Most noticed in the public domain in both worlds [ours and Sonic's] as the chronicles of imagination, but which also bear witness to the many facets of the human conundrum in the form of diaries [or autobiographies and the like], as well as other things. What they are best for, in the minds of many, however, is for recording facts, be it or visual or textual form, and that my friends brings us to a well known practice known as science. And cor blimey was it noticeable in this room.

This spherical arced room with its silver polish-licked metallic walls, attached to every one of them being a library-like stack of bookcases, three to four layers high. The apparatus and technology was centred in straight aisles adjacent to the towers of books, looking quite alien, and not much 'out of date' but 'ahead of date'. For all the Bunsen Burners and test tubes one would expect, what lay sprawled out across the worktops design-wise looked far more complex, it was though they were from another decade ahead altogether!

And muddled in amongst the techno stuff was diagrams, printouts filled with mind-numbing equations and lingo, erratic inducible writing too. And artistic endeavours of the human [and Mobian] body structure, more scribbles of numbers, alien words, numbers…

Spherical holding chambers with glass-fitted panels stood like stone guardians at the end of the room, in the centre of which was the most stand out feature of the room. At least to Sonic and Tails, the rooms new residents, who by now were seriously considering whether they'd entered another world altogether. But I digress; the oddity was none other than a huge dark brown, wooden grandfather clock with multiple hands [at least 8] on its celestial-themed face.

It was obviously a scientific-focused designed one, but that still wasn't the most 'off' thing about it, and it took a few seconds of starring at it for the duo to figure out why that was. It was because none of its fitted hands [or pendulums] were moving! It was locked at a general fixed time of '07:14', whenever that had been.

In fact, the pair thought taking a mental step-back, this entire room looked as though it had been kept pristine clean till quite recently, and it was though all of it was frozen in time too, for nothing was boiling away in the test tubes, nor was anything aflame, or any sizzling bolts of electricity flying about the room. Even the sand grains in the hourglasses were still.

But at the end of the room, on a table was the most predominant feature of this timeless room, the tiny supercomputer they'd [fairly recently] come to know only as-

"NICOLE!" Sonic and Tails exclaimed together, running to the far edge of the room to retrieve her.

"Sonic. Tails. I am so glad to see the both of you once again. It has been nearly 48 hours to the exact millisecond, since I last saw you, or Sally and the rest of our group to be truthful," NICOLE spoke out, in her monotone computer-like voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess it has, but where are our Sally and the others, why are you here and where exactly is here," Sonic rambled quickly, clearly over-whelmed and just a bit irked with the room and the current standings of the last few days. And with that said, he and Tails quickly took a wooden seat each and listened intently to what NICOLE knew.

"To answer your first question, Sonic. Sally, Bunnie and Antoine are currently at the top of the Great Tower-"

"But what about R-" Sonic interrupted. Only to be ignored, and for NICOLE to continue.

"-Where the probability of them being forced to witness the completion to Robotnik's 'Master Experiment' is around 97.9%. As for Rotor, you're already run into a duplicate of him in the castle I predict, seeing as 'Count Antoine' was his master. The real Rotor must be in one of the upper labs, or has been put back in with the others, having served his 'guinea pig' role."

She paused, leaving Sonic and Tails to digest the information. Rotor had been used as a lab rat and cloned? That heinous butler… How dare Robotnik toy with our friends like this! Sonic thought angrily. It'd been bad enough seeing those Chirps-like zombies…

"As for why I am here. The being referring to himself as 'Eggor' was ordered by Dr Robotnik to bring me down here; he called this the 'LXP' room. Robotnik wanted this research all analysed, translated into an understandable form and utilized, which is why I'm here."

She paused again, perhaps wondering where to begin on explaining the room and the discoveries she had or hadn't made about it.

Tails, however, broke the silence, voicing his jumbled thoughts out loud. Something was beginning to click in his memory. Something he had seen, many times, in and amongst the sprawled research notes in fact…

"LXP," he began. "I saw it countless times amongst all those papers. Just what does it mean?"

Now the chorus of silence doubled, and two pairs of curious eyes wandered NICOLE's way. This was certainly new, Sonic thought, she always had something to say on, well, everything.

"… I do not know," NICOLE finally replied, in a tone in which Sonic and Tails could have sworn was a little more hurried than usual, but they decided to drop it, for now at least.

They waited for the supercomputer to finish her story, hoping it would shed some light on this newest line of Robotnik experiments. First the Badniks run on organic batteries, and now monsters…

"As for this room, from the computer data mainframe here [it was on the very table they were sitting at, and had a stray of snake looking wires connected to the circuit mains in the wall], from what Robotnik has decrypted of this so far, it looks like it was a main factor of his monster creating technology. However, the meaning of the project 'LXP' and thus the entirety of this room is still unknown to me or Robotnik. He's certainly interested in it though, he must be, in order to have I, an enemy, try and decipher it for him, no?"

"Yeah," Sonic breathed; the spines on his back tingling with a shadowy unease. Tails wasn't too far behind him, although his curiosity at this web of mystique was certainly peaking now.

"Wait a sec, if this isn't the work of Robotnik... then whose is it?" Tails asked, resting his head in the palms of his hands in canny thoughts, eying the room once again.

"The work of Grimer Wormtongue, of course, didn't you read the plaque?" the supercomputer [chuckled?] at them.

"What plaque-" Sonic said lamely. And spotted in within seconds. At the side of the entrance was a sign reading 'LXP LAB, PROF GRIMER WORMTONGUE'.

"Oh… That. I spotted that ages ago," Sonic said childishly, rolling his eyes. NICOLE chuckled at the Mobians antics; it really was just as she'd been told. Tails rolled his eyes too, sighing at this moment where the grownup had become the child. Again.

"So where is Prof Grimer Wormtongue then, NICOLE? I don't see him anywhere… Or Mr Levator for that matter," Tails asked.

"Grimer Wormtongue died over a decade ago, as a result of one of his experiments in this very room" the supercomputer said bluntly.

"Say what?" Sonic shouted in surprise. Tails' eyes were as wide as saucers; this really was getting kinda creepy now. In this very room… And just how did it get in this fairly recent construction? The fox pondered to himself.

"As for E. Levator. The database has him down as in an 'Unknown Location' and his status 'Alive'."

"Must be in one Robotnik's main labs in Robotropolis, whatcha think, little buddy?" Sonic voiced out loud, glancing to his foxy pal.

"Yeah, I guess so. It's the only thing that makes sense," Tails replied.

"So... NICOLE," Sonic began, wondering how to approach the nagging stray thought. "What does 'LXP' mean? We know that you know. It's written all over your… computer-features?" Tails facepalmed at the bad turn of pun.

"I… do not… know," she stuttered, bracing herself for whatever the cool hedgehog threw at her. What she didn't expect was what he did next. So she improvised.

*ZORCH!*

"Woah! What was that for NICOLE?!" Sonic screamed. The electric jolt still continuing to toast some of his spines; they certainly weren't having the best of days of late.

"That serves you right for touching my buttons, Sonic," she chimed, a smiley with a stuck-out tongue appearing on her green-panelled screen.

"Fine, fine," Sonic growled. "I guess it isn't important anyway, if you did know, right?"

"Exactly," she replied simply. "Now, should I propose that we get out of here and rescue the others and defeat whatever Robotnik's 'Master Creation' is and go back to Knothole?"

"Aww," Tails whined. "Don't you know what the 'Master Creation' is? We thought for sure you would." Sonic nodded in silent response.

"Sorry, Tails, but the specimen called Eggor took me away from the others before Robotnik could 'spill' his plans. It's highly likely that the others know of it, however."

"Then that settles it, let's head on up," Sonic said.

"Head on up? And go where, Sonic?" Tails asked.

"I… umm… do you have any ideas, NICOLE?" he asked the supercomputer sheepishly.

"I have one or two," she chimed. "But let's get moving now."

A minute later, the room was silent and still once more, as though no one had ever been in there at all. And then the clocks hands and pendulums began moving anew…

Tower Of Power / Castle Robotnik / South Island / 04: 00 AM

"There must be an elevator around here somewhere," Tails said fretfully. "How else can smelly old Robotnik get to the top of the tower without one?"

The newly formed trio were getting just a little tired and peeved with all this dashing around [well except for NICOLE, seeing as Tails was carrying her and she had the utmost patience of them all, being a supercomputer an all]. They'd jogged round almost the entire middle floor of the tower, and couldn't find an elevator anywhere. Heck, they hadn't come across so much as a step-ladder. They had come across two patrolling groups of Crawltons, but our heroes had disposed of those easily though.

Now their plentiful supplies of peanut-butter-and-jelly sarnies that Mickey had thoughtfully supplied were all scoffed and they didn't have much in the way of nuts or crisps left to fuel Sonic's superfast metabolism.

"At last!" Sonic grumbled. "Look." He pointed to the end of the cold metal-crafted corridor. A pair of dark blue, sliding metal doors stood innocently there, not really doing all that much, in the manner of doors. "That's got to it."

The indicator above the door winked on, with a red electronic arrow pointing upwards suddenly flashing at them.

"Yikes! Something's on the way, let's hide. At least until we see what it is," Tails suggested.

"Tails speaks great logic, we should do as he says," NICOLE chimed in from his place in the palm of Tails' right hand.

Despite his impatience, which was now so peeved he feared it would burst out of his body, Sonic agreed with his furry and supercomputer pals. His hero-type energy needed to be preserved for the final confrontation with Robotnik. They hid along a side-passage as the sound of metal clanking approached from the distance.

The single robot passed by them without a glance, headed for Robotnik's computer laboratory. They ducked out behind it and raced into the elevator just as Spielbot keyed in his security code and made for the computer console in the computer laboratory.

Inside the elevator, Sonic pressed the arrow marked with an upwards-pointing arrow, as per NICOLE's casual suggestion. Tails sniggered. Sonic frowned. Onwards and upwards they do say don't they?

Back in the computer laboratory, Spielbot S desperately started beavering away in an attempt to find out why an order had been given to have him melted down for scarp.

Spielbot wasn't experienced in using computer-data systems. He didn't know Robotnik's access codes, and worst of all, he didn't know that Robotnik hadn't yet filed any data on his upcoming eggstermination. Furiously, Spielbot scanned what little data he had managed to get access to.

"Curses! Curses!" Spielbot screamed, jumping up and down and smashing a metal fist into the console. He hit something vital for the equipment sparked and the screens went black for a couple of seconds. A power unit in the corner of the room exploded and blew sheets of metal panelling into the room, which in turn shattered another group of computer units right by it. By the time the sparking and explosions had stopped, the entire building had been plunged into pitch darkness.

"What's happened?" Tails squeaked. The lights in the elevator had gone out and the thing ground to a halt in the middle of the elevator shaft. "Oh no! Robotnik must have seen us in here and he's stopped the elevator! We're caught like rats in a trap!"

"Stop squeaking, little dudes, we're not rats. I'm a way-cool hedgehog and you're his cute fox sidekick, and were both superdudes, stars of stage, screen and Megadrive," Sonic said sternly.

"Yes, there's all that. The reason why the elevator has ceased to function however is for a much simpler reason. There's a power outage, either accidental or deliberate, and it's affected the entire electrical system for the castle, or at least, for this tower," NICOLE revealed, having connected herself to one of the upstairs mainframes right before the lights had gone out, and she had been sub frequently thrown out of the system matrix.

Taking a few seconds to reflect on this latest course of events, Sonic then began winding himself up for a vertical leap. He hurled himself at the top of the elevator, hoping to burst the metal door set there off its hinges. All he got for his pains was a nasty [not to mention clashing] pink bump on his head and the beginnings of an unpleasant headache.

"This is going to take longer than I thought," he snarled, "but we're going to get there guys, don't you worry. Sally… Bunnie… Antoine… Rotor… We're coming to get you!"

"What has happened? Snively?" Robotnik screamed with rage in the darkness.

"Switching to emergency back-up," came the reassuring voice of his pint-sized metal-clad assistant from just below a pair of dim yellow circles. It didn't calm down Robotnik's frayed nerves.

"We must eggspedite the completion of my – ha ha ha! – marvellous eggsperiment! That wretched hedgehog is in the building and now will not be able to track him cameras! Quickly, Eggor!"

Faint, flickering electrical light re-lit the ghastly scene atop the tower. Robotnik looked especially sinister in the shadows which still haunted the nooks and crannies of the tower, what with his fully-robotized right arm and glasses-obscured eyes.

"The emergency back-up systems are also damaged, Master. I estimate that even this meagre power will only hold for twenty-point-seven-two minutes," the robot reported sadly. "I estimate the problem to be an explosion in the computer laboratory on LEVEL 4. Repair system monitors estimate that completion time for repairing all of the damage will be twenty-three-point-five-five-hours."

"What? That dastardly hedgehog! I will have him eggspunged if it's the last thing I ever do!" yelled Robotnik, almost purple with fury.

"The one functioning sensor in the laboratory shows that there were no life-forms there when the eggsplosion occurred," Eggor said. "However, Spielbot S is in the laboratory right now."

"What?!" Eggor thought that Robotnik was actually going to eggsplode himself. "But I gave orders for him to be melted down!"

"The Melt-Down Squad was dispatched as you ordered," Eggor replied unhappily. "But there is no doubt that Spielbot in question caused the explosion." Actually, Eggor was, well, eggstrapolating a bit, but he got away with it. Something he loved doing.

"Melt him down! Melt everything down!" Robotnik had gone through fury and rage, and his personal looneyometer was now hovering somewhere near the middle of total maniac dementia. "We can never finish this eggsperiment with more power! I must have more power! Ha ha haaaa!!!"

"Master, Master!" Eggor yelled above the screams of his deranged master, "I know how the eggsperiment can be completed."

"We cannot wait a whole day for power to be returned! Ha ha haaaaa!"

"No, twenty-three-point-five-five hours," Eggor said pedantically. "However, I have A Plan. The eggsperiment can be completed very swiftly, Master. For look, I have just accessed the weather reports."

"The weather report? At a time like this you worry about the weather?! Melt yourself down for scrap this instant you pint-sized twit!" Robotnik screamed. His moustaches trembled with frustration and he almost skipped on the spot, he was wobbling so much. Let's face it, he was making a real eggshibition of himself.

"Well, Master. This is my plan…"

Robotnik listened. As Eggor eggsplained he began to calm down just a little. By the time the robot had finished, he even allowed himself a small smile.

"I have already ordered a squadron of Egg-o-Matics to transport the eggsperiment across," Eggor smirked.

"Good robot! Ha ha ha! Good nephew! I knew there was some point to keeping you around all these years, it was just sheer genius on my part!"

"Thank you, Master," Eggor, or to be more precise, Snively, felt as if the world had just fallen at his feet.

"Why didn't we bring a spanner?" groaned Tails. "We could have got those super-tough titanium-steel plate bolts off with two shakes of a a two-tailed fox's tails."

"Because we're not plumbers," Sonic growled. "We're working for the other side, the good guys; remember?" The hedgehog wrenched another bolt from the ceiling with a mighty pull. He was getting fatigued, frustrated and very bored trying to disassemble the escape hatch atop the elevator.

"It seems very stupid to me to have an escape hatch and then make it virtually impossible to escape from it," he snarled. Looking down, he saw a fox trying hard not to look at him. He was suspicious immediately.

"What is it?" He demanded. The fox continued staring at the opposite wall of the elevator.

Sonic looked too. There was a small metal box with a glass front mounted on the wall, and above it was a small hammer. A sign fixed over the box read 'IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK THE GLASS'.

Inside the box was a spanner [d'oh!]

One smashed box later, and a furious few seconds of crazed spanner-waggling after that, Sonic and Tails [with NICOLE in tow] successfully clambered on top of the elevator cubicle and stared up at the chains and levers above them.

"Let's get climbing, dude. I can see the end of the book coming up fast and we've still got a ton of hero stuff to fit in," Sonic said grimly, before adding. "And try not to drop NICOLE! Goodness knows that Sally would kill us both if anything were to happen to her-"

"Ahem," the aforementioned supercomputer piped in.

It took a moment to figure out the subtle jab, but the hedgehog got there in the end.

"Okay, okay, plus we'd totally miss you, supercomputer-babe. Is that alright?" Sonic directed at the handheld in question, with not-so-subtle puppy dog eyes.

"Quite," she answered simply. And then they continued their venture upwards.

Marble Zone Outskirts / South Island / 04: 30 AM

"Well done, luvs," said the directing robot as the rats finally finished devouring the biggest baconburger in the history of Mobius. "A simple lovely take, Super, absolutely super." It spoke with all the sincerity of a politician on the telly i.e. None At All.

"Unfortunately, luvs, we have another project to work on now. We've just had fresh orders. We're going to be filming the climatic scenes for a guaranteed Eggscar-winning movie," it said with pride. It was thinking of an Eggscar for himself. It realised its mistake immediately, and wished that it had had a Discretion Circuit installed.

"An Eggscar winner?" Capone growled softly. "Well, now, that's interesting, isn't it boys?"

The rats snarled agreement a bit uncertainly. Most of them didn't even know what an Eggscar was.

"Thug like Eggscars," the greyhound barbarian intoned. He was a bit sore after wrestling a twenty-metre tall pig to the ground, and he didn't know anything about art, but he sure knew what he liked.

"I think we oughta be in this movie, don't you?" Capone snarled. Heads nodding all around him.

"But, luvvies, darlings, please be reasonable. There aren't any parts for you," the robot pleaded.

"Get the screenwriter to write some" Drizzle the donkey-wizard yelled, "or else he gets a dose of the Ebon Staff of Peaminster the Magnificent!"

"Yeah," Capone agreed, since he was holding it. "So what's this wonderful movie called anyway?"

"Well, umm, I can reveal to you at this time that it's called Castle Robotnik. It's a monster movie," the robot said helplessly.

"Monsters! Will there be any Foul Dragons to slay?" asked Sir Norbert the squirrel knight.

"Not as such," the robot said. "There's something much bigger, actually."

"Bigger than a Mighty Dragon? It's not a Twenty-Metre Chaos Death Dino-Pig, is it?" asked Sir Norbert suspiciously.

"Definitely not. But it's a secret," the robot said pompously.

"You better tell me, tough guy, or else you can get staffed," said Capone, pointing the Ebon Staff squarely at him. The robot flinched metallically.

"But, luvvie, I don't know what it is. That's why it's a Secret," it pleaded.

"We are wasting time on our epic quest!" Sir Norbert shouted. "We must begone to dire, dark , doom-filled Castle Robotnik and –"

"–Kill Gazza the Dark Lord again, I suppose," came the sarcastic female voice of Bimbette the Thief, of the scarce Dragon Li variety of Mobian Cats.

"–Kill Gazza the Dark Lord! No, of course not," the paladin babbled confusedly. "We must slay the dire, dark, doom-filled secret of dire, damp, dark –"

"Yes, we get the idea, you chinless dweeb," Capone growled at him. "Now let's get moving. It'll be light in just a few more hours, there's a morning storm on the way, and it's a fair hike to the Scarp Brain Zone."

"Do we have the infra-red night-time cameras for filming the secretive little animals?" Attenbot D was asking his robotic technician.

"Check," the robot said.

"And we have sent out the field crew to make those clever hiding places from where we can film them without disturbing them?"

"Check," the technician said again.

"We have the jeeps and trucks to transport everything?"

"Check," the technician said automatically.

"How are we going to get paid?"

"Cheque," the technician said again.

"Right then. Let's go shoot some animals!"

"CHECKKK!"

END CHAPTER


Man, I was kinda afraid at how bad the original content section in this chapter would turn out, but I think I at least started it off well and described it alright methinks! And with it, adds a facet to NICOLE not widely seen in any media she's been in so far [in my honest opinion], being from the future and all, where she would know certain things like- *snip*

Oh and by the way… I messed up last chapter. Robotnik wears his traditional glasses so you wouldn't be able to tell whether his eyes were red or not! [I'm certainly not giving that away].

I also made the volcanic 'baconburger' location an undetermined part in the Marble Zone [though the actual book screams Hill Top Zone for me, but that as we all know is on West Island, not South Island, so because of time/pacing issues I changed it. Not that it was too important anyway methinks].

I hope you like this little adaptation [with a few twists and stuff of my own thrown in] so far [especially those who had read the original book!].

I'll see ya sometime, somewhere next time folks. *smiley face*