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*Author's Notes (A/N)*
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-Thank you, Anthony for taking care of Borg! ;D
-By Borg's flame, I guess I didn't make it clear enough... This story takes place in the 'CARTOON' Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog - not in the Sonic video games...
-(Well technically Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine is set in AOSTH, but still! :D)
-In case you're curious readers, this story is based on a real dream that I had...
-Well, on with the story!
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CHAPTER 4: Breakfast at Robotnik's
I slept more soundly than I thought I would, and was awakened by a knock at the door. I tumbled out of the bed and smacked into the hard floor. I suddenly realized where I was, and stood up.
The lock clicked and opened a crack as two eyes extended in. They pulled back and the door opened all the way. Electra entered the room, shut the door, and went about making the bed.
Two more hands extended out of her front compartment and she revealed a royal purple t-shirt and blue denim shorts which she folded and set on the end of the made bed. She then deposited a stack of undergarmets, a pair of socks, and even a pair of slip-on shoes on top of the clothes.
"Wow! Thanks!" I said, admiring the clothes, "These are perfect-" She suddenly pulled out a comb and brush and attacked my hair.
"You'd better hurry," she said, returning her comb and brush to her compartment, and crossing to the door, "Breakfast is in 10 minutes."
"Breakfast?" I asked, taking my favorite scrunchie out of my pjs' pocket and putting up my hair.
"You are hungry, aren't you, Sweets?"
"Breakfast?" I repeated with a chuckle.
"I will wait outside. Just knock when you are finished," and with that she left. It only took me a matter of seconds to get dressed, and I knocked on the door.
Again she led me around the fortress. We soon arrived in the kitchen, and she sat me down in a barstool at the kitchen counter. She pulled out an apron and tied it on, "What would you like?" I glanced around the room, we're the only ones here.
"Where is everyone?"
She ignored my question, "Coffee? Juice? Hot chocolate?"
"Orange juice, please," I sighed and peered around, the sun was just poking up above the horizon outside the window. I checked my watch, then I realized I had no idea if it was accurate or not.
Electra puttered over to the counter and placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me along with a glass of juice, "Eat up," she said, as I began to dig in, "We haven't got much time..."
"Time for what?" I asked between bites and gulps.
"I... I wasn't supposed to let you out... But... well..." she thought about this, "It wouldn't be very maid-like for me not to serve you breakfast..." She quickly opened the door and checked the hallway.
"Why is a robot like you helping me?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well! Just because I'm a robot doesn't make me evil!" she huffed and turned away.
What had I done? I couldn't believe I said that, "Electra, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"
She sighed, "No, I'm sorry, Sweets... I didn't mean to shout. I don't really like Dr. Robotnik, and I want to help you as much as I can."
"Then will you help me escape?" I asked, gulping down the last of my juice.
"I can't..." she came back and looked into my eyes, "He'll recycle me into spare parts if were to help you escape. I would if I..."
"That's alright," I sighed, as she took away my breakfast dishes, "But if I get out of here, I want to help you too."
"Really? You mean that?" she puttered over to me.
I was about to add a thought, when the whole fortress shook wildly. Black pots and pans hanging above the counter fell and I ducked under the countertop, "What's going on?"
"Sounds like they're back from hedgehog hunting," she said picking up the strewn pots.
A sudden explosion echoed and I looked out the window. Dr. Robotnik and the SSSSS Squad crashed into the Robotnik statue and it fell over on them. I giggled a bit at this funny sight, "More like a badnik beating..." I laughed.
Electra grabbed my wrist, "Hurry, we gotta get you back before they get inside!" I nodded and she practically dragged me back. We started to head up the stairs in the front hall when the front doorway fell off its hinges and Robotnik stomped in, a little charred and dusty from the crash.
"I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, a few portraits shaking off the walls. Scratch and Grounder crawled in behind him, carrying a few of their broken parts. I cringed, as I felt his eyes look at us, "WHAT? What are you doing out?"
Scratch and Grounder dropped their parts and stared in wonder at Electra. I guessed they hadn't seen a girl bot since Breezy was around.
Electra puttered down the stairs, "I'm sorry sir, but I- I mean she-"
"SORRY?" He yelled again and shook his fists in anger, "You stupid-" he rose a hand to strike her.
"Leave her alone!" I cried, pushing myself in front of her. Everyone stood still, and Robotnik withdrew his hand in amazement.
This didn't last for long, however, and he pulled me away, "Scratch! Grounder!" They reassembled themselves and hurried over.
"Y-yes sir?" Scratch asked, afraid that they would be the next targets of his fury.
"Take this juvenile delinquent to the lab," he thrust me at them and we toppled onto the floor, "And make sure she doesn't escape," he growled.
"You can count on us sir!" Grounder saluted and snatched my arm.
"That's what I'm afraid of!" he commented, and then turned to Electra, "As for you... You are demoted to sewer patrol until I can decide a proper punishment," she sadly puttered away down the hall. I would help Electra, if it took me all I had.
"That heinous hedgehog will be mine before sundown, and by tomorrow morning... Mobius will be MINE!!! HA, HA, HA, HA!!!"
We walked in the direction of the lab as his chilling laugh echoed up the stairs.
"Hey Scratch, who was that girl bot?" Grounder asked.
I saw my chance to recruit some help, "Her name is Electra," I said.
"No one asked you," Scratch sneered at me.
"Really?" Grounder asked me, "What's she like?"
"Sweet as a fresh can of motor oil," I said, suddenly wondering how in the world I came up with that, "And smart too!"
"Wow..." Grounder sighed. I guess I wasn't the only one lost in another dimension.
"Forget about her dork droid," Scratch yelled at him, "You heard Robotnik-"
"Why don't you guys ever stand up to him?" I interrupted.
"Gee... I don't know-" Grounder said, then Scratch pounded him on the head.
"Because he'd break us into tiny transmitters - that's why!" Scratch answered for him, "Besides, he created us!"
"Where else could we go... It's our home," Grounder chided in.
"Some home," I sighed, as we reached the lab.
"Why do you care?" Scratch eyed me suspiciously.
"Well, I am you guys' number one fan!" I smiled.
"Fan? Really?" Grounder perked up at this discovery.
"Doh! She's probably lying to save her skin!" Scratch argued.
"I'm not, you can check my website on Robotnik's computer if you don't believe me!" I pointed to it.
"Website? What's that?" Grounder asked.
"You hold her, I'll check it out," Scratch told him, and he headed over to console. Luckily, Robotnik hadn't closed his connection and my website was still up.
"Looks like this is all about Sonic... yuck!" he pushed a few buttons and searched the site, "Wait!" I could see he found the page I hoped he would.
"SSSSS Squad Room?" He pulled up the page. Pictures of Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts appeared, along with text and... "Awards... For us?"
"Let me see, Scratch!" Grounder cried, dragging me along towards the console, "Oooh wow! Gee, you really are our fan!"
"And I want to help you guys get out of here, away from Robotnik for good!"
"Why would we want to do that?" Scratch stared down at me.
"What reason do you have to stay? All Robotnik does is abuse you and make you do all his dirty work. If you leave, you can do the things that you want to do."
"We can form a heavy metal band! YEAH!" Grounder cheered.
"Stupid, we can't play any instruments!" Scratch bonked him on the head again, "Besides, what would we do if we broke down, or fell apart, huh Miss Know-it-all?"
"Robotnik's not the only genius scientist on Mobius you know," I answered.
"Oh yeah! Name one," he dared me, smiling at his obvious win.
"I'll do better than that - I'll name three!" I retorted as Scratch's beak dropped open, "Professor Von Schlemmer, Professor Caninestein, and I'm sure Tails wouldn't mind giving you a tune up."
"She's got a point, Scratch," Grounder added, "Why don't we - at least for a little while..."
"I really do care about you guys," I said, "I hate the way he treats you. You guys deserve better than this."
Scratch's scowl melted a little, "I don't get it... Nobody's ever cared about us before..."
"It's high time someone did," I said, "Robots are peopl- er... You guys have rights too."
Grounder wiped a tear, and Scratch turned away.
The lab doors burst open, shattering the peaceful moment. Robotnik trudged toward us.
"What are you two doing on MY computer! Get off right NOW!" He growled, "If you two were playing Solitaire again, I'll-" We backed away from the computer as he stared at the screen, "Hmm... What?" He turned his fury onto me.
"So I'm an 'eggbelly slimeball' eh? You dare create a cyber-shrine for my dundering droids and insult me? You are walking on thin ice, my dear... That is cracking... by the second..." He pushed a button on the console and the monitor flickered off with some static fuzz.
Robotnik crossed to a lab table and returned with a rather oversized hypodermic needle. My stomach churned.
"I obviously can't trust you to give me the data I need, so I will have to use 'other' means," he squirted the air out until a few drips of the orange liquid spewed out the top.
I never did like needles, but this was too much. I struggled and pulled at Scratch and Grounder, "No, don't!" He inched closer and before I could do anything else, jabbed it into my arm. Tears welled up in my eyes, as he injected the liquid and then released it, applying a quick black bandage in it's place. I sniffled a little.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" his voice overflowing with sarcasm.
"What are you dumb bots staring at?" he yelled. I turned and saw a look I hadn't seen in their eyes very often - it was one of concern. Did they feel sorry... for me?
"Get out of here, and never go near my computer again!" he pointed towards the door. They nodded and quickly left, leaving me alone with him.
He clutched me by my shirt collar and set me down in a chair, "Now, what should I ask you first? Hmm... Decisions, decisions..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Author's Notes (A/N)*
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-Thank you, Anthony for taking care of Borg! ;D
-By Borg's flame, I guess I didn't make it clear enough... This story takes place in the 'CARTOON' Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog - not in the Sonic video games...
-(Well technically Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine is set in AOSTH, but still! :D)
-In case you're curious readers, this story is based on a real dream that I had...
-Well, on with the story!
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CHAPTER 4: Breakfast at Robotnik's
I slept more soundly than I thought I would, and was awakened by a knock at the door. I tumbled out of the bed and smacked into the hard floor. I suddenly realized where I was, and stood up.
The lock clicked and opened a crack as two eyes extended in. They pulled back and the door opened all the way. Electra entered the room, shut the door, and went about making the bed.
Two more hands extended out of her front compartment and she revealed a royal purple t-shirt and blue denim shorts which she folded and set on the end of the made bed. She then deposited a stack of undergarmets, a pair of socks, and even a pair of slip-on shoes on top of the clothes.
"Wow! Thanks!" I said, admiring the clothes, "These are perfect-" She suddenly pulled out a comb and brush and attacked my hair.
"You'd better hurry," she said, returning her comb and brush to her compartment, and crossing to the door, "Breakfast is in 10 minutes."
"Breakfast?" I asked, taking my favorite scrunchie out of my pjs' pocket and putting up my hair.
"You are hungry, aren't you, Sweets?"
"Breakfast?" I repeated with a chuckle.
"I will wait outside. Just knock when you are finished," and with that she left. It only took me a matter of seconds to get dressed, and I knocked on the door.
Again she led me around the fortress. We soon arrived in the kitchen, and she sat me down in a barstool at the kitchen counter. She pulled out an apron and tied it on, "What would you like?" I glanced around the room, we're the only ones here.
"Where is everyone?"
She ignored my question, "Coffee? Juice? Hot chocolate?"
"Orange juice, please," I sighed and peered around, the sun was just poking up above the horizon outside the window. I checked my watch, then I realized I had no idea if it was accurate or not.
Electra puttered over to the counter and placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me along with a glass of juice, "Eat up," she said, as I began to dig in, "We haven't got much time..."
"Time for what?" I asked between bites and gulps.
"I... I wasn't supposed to let you out... But... well..." she thought about this, "It wouldn't be very maid-like for me not to serve you breakfast..." She quickly opened the door and checked the hallway.
"Why is a robot like you helping me?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well! Just because I'm a robot doesn't make me evil!" she huffed and turned away.
What had I done? I couldn't believe I said that, "Electra, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"
She sighed, "No, I'm sorry, Sweets... I didn't mean to shout. I don't really like Dr. Robotnik, and I want to help you as much as I can."
"Then will you help me escape?" I asked, gulping down the last of my juice.
"I can't..." she came back and looked into my eyes, "He'll recycle me into spare parts if were to help you escape. I would if I..."
"That's alright," I sighed, as she took away my breakfast dishes, "But if I get out of here, I want to help you too."
"Really? You mean that?" she puttered over to me.
I was about to add a thought, when the whole fortress shook wildly. Black pots and pans hanging above the counter fell and I ducked under the countertop, "What's going on?"
"Sounds like they're back from hedgehog hunting," she said picking up the strewn pots.
A sudden explosion echoed and I looked out the window. Dr. Robotnik and the SSSSS Squad crashed into the Robotnik statue and it fell over on them. I giggled a bit at this funny sight, "More like a badnik beating..." I laughed.
Electra grabbed my wrist, "Hurry, we gotta get you back before they get inside!" I nodded and she practically dragged me back. We started to head up the stairs in the front hall when the front doorway fell off its hinges and Robotnik stomped in, a little charred and dusty from the crash.
"I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, a few portraits shaking off the walls. Scratch and Grounder crawled in behind him, carrying a few of their broken parts. I cringed, as I felt his eyes look at us, "WHAT? What are you doing out?"
Scratch and Grounder dropped their parts and stared in wonder at Electra. I guessed they hadn't seen a girl bot since Breezy was around.
Electra puttered down the stairs, "I'm sorry sir, but I- I mean she-"
"SORRY?" He yelled again and shook his fists in anger, "You stupid-" he rose a hand to strike her.
"Leave her alone!" I cried, pushing myself in front of her. Everyone stood still, and Robotnik withdrew his hand in amazement.
This didn't last for long, however, and he pulled me away, "Scratch! Grounder!" They reassembled themselves and hurried over.
"Y-yes sir?" Scratch asked, afraid that they would be the next targets of his fury.
"Take this juvenile delinquent to the lab," he thrust me at them and we toppled onto the floor, "And make sure she doesn't escape," he growled.
"You can count on us sir!" Grounder saluted and snatched my arm.
"That's what I'm afraid of!" he commented, and then turned to Electra, "As for you... You are demoted to sewer patrol until I can decide a proper punishment," she sadly puttered away down the hall. I would help Electra, if it took me all I had.
"That heinous hedgehog will be mine before sundown, and by tomorrow morning... Mobius will be MINE!!! HA, HA, HA, HA!!!"
We walked in the direction of the lab as his chilling laugh echoed up the stairs.
"Hey Scratch, who was that girl bot?" Grounder asked.
I saw my chance to recruit some help, "Her name is Electra," I said.
"No one asked you," Scratch sneered at me.
"Really?" Grounder asked me, "What's she like?"
"Sweet as a fresh can of motor oil," I said, suddenly wondering how in the world I came up with that, "And smart too!"
"Wow..." Grounder sighed. I guess I wasn't the only one lost in another dimension.
"Forget about her dork droid," Scratch yelled at him, "You heard Robotnik-"
"Why don't you guys ever stand up to him?" I interrupted.
"Gee... I don't know-" Grounder said, then Scratch pounded him on the head.
"Because he'd break us into tiny transmitters - that's why!" Scratch answered for him, "Besides, he created us!"
"Where else could we go... It's our home," Grounder chided in.
"Some home," I sighed, as we reached the lab.
"Why do you care?" Scratch eyed me suspiciously.
"Well, I am you guys' number one fan!" I smiled.
"Fan? Really?" Grounder perked up at this discovery.
"Doh! She's probably lying to save her skin!" Scratch argued.
"I'm not, you can check my website on Robotnik's computer if you don't believe me!" I pointed to it.
"Website? What's that?" Grounder asked.
"You hold her, I'll check it out," Scratch told him, and he headed over to console. Luckily, Robotnik hadn't closed his connection and my website was still up.
"Looks like this is all about Sonic... yuck!" he pushed a few buttons and searched the site, "Wait!" I could see he found the page I hoped he would.
"SSSSS Squad Room?" He pulled up the page. Pictures of Scratch, Grounder, and Coconuts appeared, along with text and... "Awards... For us?"
"Let me see, Scratch!" Grounder cried, dragging me along towards the console, "Oooh wow! Gee, you really are our fan!"
"And I want to help you guys get out of here, away from Robotnik for good!"
"Why would we want to do that?" Scratch stared down at me.
"What reason do you have to stay? All Robotnik does is abuse you and make you do all his dirty work. If you leave, you can do the things that you want to do."
"We can form a heavy metal band! YEAH!" Grounder cheered.
"Stupid, we can't play any instruments!" Scratch bonked him on the head again, "Besides, what would we do if we broke down, or fell apart, huh Miss Know-it-all?"
"Robotnik's not the only genius scientist on Mobius you know," I answered.
"Oh yeah! Name one," he dared me, smiling at his obvious win.
"I'll do better than that - I'll name three!" I retorted as Scratch's beak dropped open, "Professor Von Schlemmer, Professor Caninestein, and I'm sure Tails wouldn't mind giving you a tune up."
"She's got a point, Scratch," Grounder added, "Why don't we - at least for a little while..."
"I really do care about you guys," I said, "I hate the way he treats you. You guys deserve better than this."
Scratch's scowl melted a little, "I don't get it... Nobody's ever cared about us before..."
"It's high time someone did," I said, "Robots are peopl- er... You guys have rights too."
Grounder wiped a tear, and Scratch turned away.
The lab doors burst open, shattering the peaceful moment. Robotnik trudged toward us.
"What are you two doing on MY computer! Get off right NOW!" He growled, "If you two were playing Solitaire again, I'll-" We backed away from the computer as he stared at the screen, "Hmm... What?" He turned his fury onto me.
"So I'm an 'eggbelly slimeball' eh? You dare create a cyber-shrine for my dundering droids and insult me? You are walking on thin ice, my dear... That is cracking... by the second..." He pushed a button on the console and the monitor flickered off with some static fuzz.
Robotnik crossed to a lab table and returned with a rather oversized hypodermic needle. My stomach churned.
"I obviously can't trust you to give me the data I need, so I will have to use 'other' means," he squirted the air out until a few drips of the orange liquid spewed out the top.
I never did like needles, but this was too much. I struggled and pulled at Scratch and Grounder, "No, don't!" He inched closer and before I could do anything else, jabbed it into my arm. Tears welled up in my eyes, as he injected the liquid and then released it, applying a quick black bandage in it's place. I sniffled a little.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" his voice overflowing with sarcasm.
"What are you dumb bots staring at?" he yelled. I turned and saw a look I hadn't seen in their eyes very often - it was one of concern. Did they feel sorry... for me?
"Get out of here, and never go near my computer again!" he pointed towards the door. They nodded and quickly left, leaving me alone with him.
He clutched me by my shirt collar and set me down in a chair, "Now, what should I ask you first? Hmm... Decisions, decisions..."
TO BE CONTINUED...