Omochao's Revenge

Eggman had retreated to his private chambers to sulk after the notorious "chicken boy" incident. Metal Sonic paid no attention and practiced with the Onion of Doom. Omochao, after a good ten or eleven hours, walked in to comfort Eggman.

It was worse than he had feared. Eggman's hair… OK, his mustache was straggly and had leaves woven into it. He was cooking goat meat over a bonfire and was having a nice conversation with a volleyball with a face painted on it.

Omochao broke out into a sweat. However, he kept his calm and walked into the room. "Eggman, you need to get over this. It's been ten hours! No, eleven! Get a grip!"

"But Bernard," whined Eggman mournfully, "I can't go back. Not after what I've done. Not after who I've become. Or maybe vice versa, hehehehe…"

Omochao felt a spark of hope. Eggman seemed to be regaining his old personality. "That's the spirit! Now, get out of here and be the commander of your army!"

Eggman looked petulant. "I refuse! I have become something more than what they will accept! It is a writhing force within me, dormant but restless together, waiting for an escape. Then, hate and spite and ruin shall dominate me, and chaos be to the earth!" His fat jiggled as he laughed throatily. (Just so you know, I didn't get that speech from anywhere. I made it up. Can't resist some good writing now and then!)

Omochao resisted the urge to roll his eyes until they dislocated themselves. "Come on, Eggman!" He decided to play along. "Harness your inner demons to control your followers! Be a god where there was once a mortal!" The fire began to flicker and clouds built up in the sky.

"You speak the truth," said Eggman quietly. "But the truth is tinged in deception. For I see that you do not seek to mentor me, but you seek dominion! You seek to control me!"

Omochao gulped. He would need some fast talking to get out of this one. "You talk as a mortal would! You are no longer of that station! You are a god, capable of more! Become what you have the right to become! Govern your legions and do not spurn or stymie them, urge them to victory!" (Hee hee hee… it's just fun!)

Eggman stopped this weird, Lord of the Rings type thing and took on a gravelly voice. "You're making me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

Omochao could see the game was up. He edged stealthily for the door. He accidentally tripped over the volleyball and stood back up.

Eggman ripped through his clothing, leaving him in a pair of purple shorts (that he hadn't been wearing before). He bulged and swelled to gigantic proportions. Omochao, blinking in fear, stumbled away.

Somehow, Eggman had become more fat than before. Omochao realized that he had to escape, and fast. He bolted for the door, kicking it down despite the fact that it was open. Eggman forced his way through and lumbered after Omochao.

"We have a code red," said Omochao into a walkie-talkie. "Code red, repeat, code red, we have a situation on level B-9, the leader has somehow become more fat and is on a rampage, Black Ops, report to level B-9, this is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill."

"Copy that, Flying Pest," said Metal Sonic, speaking into another walkie-talkie connected to Omochao's walkie-talkie by a twenty-foot cord. "We have men arriving and the situation shall be taken care of. Take cover and alert medical personnel, there may be casualties. This is Black Ops, over and out." He made a static noise with his tongue. "End transmission." Robots poured down from the ceiling on ropes and began firing stun weapons at Eggman.

"Those lesser arms shall avail you naught," sneered Eggman, already going medieval. "The helm and hauberk shall give you no quarter, not as I stand and as surely as I stand!" Just then he was hit by a tranquilizer dart the size of an ear of corn and fainted.

"This is Black Ops, reporting to all in the facility," said Metal Sonic, who had done nothing and was leaning against the corpse of a robot. "The threat has been taken care of, and medical personnel will not be needed." He raised his voice over the groans of injured robots. "Thank you for your following of procedure, and please remember that a situation like this could happen at any time." He made the static noise again. "End transmission."

Omochao looked at the countdown. Only two days were left.

Even though it had been only eleven hours since Eggman had started the countdown.

Whew, I think I've used up all my creativity for one day! But, it may miraculously come back to me if you review…