Chapter 4: Thoughts
The fat man slammed his fist on his desk. Robotnic's trash can had piled up from the numerous rejected plans that he had tested and failed to draw out the complete power of his plans. This was his 50th plan to be rejected by his own calculations. In other words, he was having evil genius's block.
One of his plans was to flood the town with massive amounts of sulfuric acid. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, even though he knew that it would completely destroy the Great Forest and the fertilizer. However, this was rejected as he would not be able to build Robotopolis over the major damage that the acid would do to the ground.
Another idea was just to completely decimate the forest with some atomic weapons. He would make a chain-reaction with the atoms so that over a billion more atoms would be crushed and the explosion would be bigger than any sort of bomb ever made before. This was stopped as soon as he calculated the radius of the blast and he realized that it would destroy his secret base as well as the village.
He ripped his plaque off the wall and examined it again. It read,
To Dr. Robotnic
The Winner of the Sally Acorn Awards.
One who had helped the Villagers Prosper in the Village of Knothole.
The Sally Acorn Awards had started ever since the young princess Sally Acorn had sacrificed herself in the Battle of the Angels in which the Elite GrieveR Units and the Knothole Hunter Leaders had a massive battle. Here, most of the former Freedom Fighters surrendered themselves to the enemy just to keep the entire land of Mobius from breaking apart and being turned into a desolate wasteland. Dr. Robotnic was also aiding the resistance that very day, using his brilliant battle tactics to wipe out the raging GrieveRs. That was over ten years ago.
It had seemed that the doctor had become a peaceful, generous scientist that had used his 300 IQ to help people. Unfortunately, he spent all his money for the materials to make an unlimited power source so that not to damage the forest. The next week, the government officials evicted him from his house because he had seemingly neglected his loan, although they knew perfectly well that he spent it all to try this experiment. The doctor, outraged by this, organized a peaceful protest. This only made his predicament worse, as the military as sent in to stop the rebellion. Robotnic was sentenced to be "Exiled for five years, for until then will he live off the natural land of the wilderness."
Five years later, he came back to the village, making his reappearance look peaceful and forgiving. However, in the middle of the night he raged through the town, commanding his newly designed E-Elite robots in an attempt to have his own revenge against the town. He had thought that this village had become nothing better than another skewed democracy. This place had shunned him even though he had pledged his life to this country, making sure that life would be perfect. Now the good doctor wanted revenge. After being pushed back many times by a new hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, he slowly become angrier as designed more and more devious plans, each more difficult to stop than the last. Robotnic thought more, letting his mind wander to his previous inventions.
After throwing away another plan in which he would build another Egg-Viper, he knew only something that he had been working on for over a decade. Slowly he approached the metal door. Should I resort to this? Thought he. Yes, it is the only way.
He pushed in a 20-digit come and the large slices of steel moved to each side, revealing a large blue robot. It had been originally intended to be a rebuilt version of Metal Sonic, but Dr. Robotnic realized he remembered his old, outdated creation, Silver Sonic.
It seemed to be nothing but a perfect structural image of Sonic, but it was clunky and slow. The Armor was hard to pierce, but it took a few seconds to raise its armor in from of its belly, the only vulnerable part of its body. This was killed off many times by the original Sonic, but now that Sonic had died, he realized it as his chance.
Dr. Robotnic combined the designs of Metal Sonic and Silver Sonic into one beast of both power and speed. He added removable pieces of pure diamond armor including spiked shoulder pads, leggings and a new breastplate. His boots were lingered with small boosters allowing easy flight capabilities. The right hand had its fingers turned into small regenerating lasers while the left had short razor-sharp claws. The eyes were grey with black pupils connected to the brain with millions of blood red microscopic eyes. The quills were put back to decrease wind-resistance. A strong katana had been strapped to its waist. The original blue body now had long silver stripes and external glowing veins that propelled energy into the lifeless body.
"Now," said the previously quiet scientist. "Rise, Ersatz."
As he said this, the formerly motionless figure rose and leapt high into the air, to fall with a mighty crash. As the energy-filled hand touched the ground, the earth around him disintegrated into dust, leaving a building-sized crater in the ground. Robotnic, almost falling into it, stumbled back and fell. The face of the creature glowed light green as the energy rushed to its head. "What is your bidding my master?" asked Ersatz who now seemed very loyal to its old creator.
Robotnic grinned. "I'm glad you asked me that…"
Swift ate the last of the old blackberries he and Hunter had found in one of the numerous bushes in the Great Forest. The adventure of theirs had not gone so great ever since they had left. The different gator tribes had done countless attempts to capture the two and roast them over a fire and the rain had taken away all the extra food they had stolen from one of the tribes in a raging river. But now he had look up into the moon, and a few words went into his mind. Luckily he still had a pencil and a small piece of paper. Swift had begun writing poetry after the last attack on Knothole to clear his mind.
And if I could,
The sky would never fade from the light.
Never would the clouds consume it
As the people dance in the moonlight
And the guns are put away
Never to
Hunter, seeing this, took the paper away and ripped it into shreds. "Poetry is for winps." Muttered the Echidna.
The journey had gone like this every day. Swift had begun to give up writing since Hunter would always throw it away. He sighed, and looked over the hill. Soon they would reach the "N" base and try to find Clair the Fox, his best friend.