Eggman turns away from the monitors as Metal Sonic hovers in through the sliding doors with his prize. "Well done, Metal!" Eggman claps, praising his most prized creation, Orbot, and Cubot follow their master's lead and roll their optic sensors while Mom-bot claps enthusiastically. Metal beeps happily, holding out the egg capsule to his master. The doctor removes a remote from his jacket pocket, clicking a button, the top of the capsule cracks open, and he reaches inside, grabbing the still crying baby hedgehog by the scruff.
Orbot and Cubot immediately cover where their ears would be from Sonic's crying, "Aagh! What's that noise?" Cubot complains. "Metal, what on Mobious did you do to him?" Eggman yells, "When I asked you to capture him, I didn't mean for you to traumatize him in the process!" Metal stands there and beeps in indifference.
"Turn him off!" Cubot screams in desperation. "My audio receptors can't take much more of this." Orbot whines, "I'm trying!" Eggman yells, bouncing Sonic up and down in his arms, trying to get the little hedgie to calm down. Sonic just ends up crying harder, even though he knows Shadow will be ok, (after all, it's hard to keep the Ultimate Life-form down), he can't stop crying. "There's gotta be a mute button somewhere!" Cubot screams again over the cries, "That's it!" Eggman spots the red pacifier still around Sonic's neck and pops it in. Sonic immediately stops crying, sniffing as he sucks furiously on his paci, tears still falling. "Oh, my poor grandbaby!" Mom-bot cooes quickly, taking the little hoglet from Eggman's arms and cradles him.
"There there now, baby, Nana's got you." Sonic whimpers fidgeting in her cold metal arms. "Agh, Mom-bot, give him to me!" Eggman grabs the blue blur back and places him over his shoulder, patting his back. Orbot and Cubot remove their hands from their heads, sighing in relief. "Wow, doc; you fixed him!" Cubot cheered; Orbot agrees with his lesser counterpart. "Yes! how did you know that would work?"
"Fixed him? He's not a useless bucket of bolts like you two are. Thank Chaos." he whispers the last part, "He was just upset and needed comfort. Anyone could have figured it out. Especially a brilliant doctor such as myself! " Eggman boasted as he continued to rub Sonic's back, who was quietly still sucking his paci. This is weird. Why is he trying to comfort me? Sonic looked at Eggman cocking his head in confusion as Eggman smiled at him. "There all better?" he asked. Sonic continued to stare at him blankly, "I'll take that as a yes. We can start the bonding process now." Orbot scratches his round head. "Bonding?" he inquires, "Yes, you nitwit! If I'm going to have Sonic as an heir, I need him to be attached as soon as possible, so we don't have any problems of anarchy down the road."
Heir? Bonding? Is that why Egghead's not torturing or killing me off? Is he trying to make me his son? He must think I lost my memory and am now a real baby! I better watch myself, and keep this 'real baby' act up, don't wanna let on that I still have my memories. There's no way I can stop him from erasing them if he finds out.
"Oooooh, please let me hold my grandbaby just for a little bit Eggypoo!" Mom-bot begged, Eggypoo?! Sonic snickered, struggling to hold himself back from laughing out loud. He was totally going to use that nickname later.
"You can hold him later, Mom-bot, right now..." Eggman stuck his nose in Sonic's fur, tickling him slightly, "Whew! I need to get this little rascal cleaned up. He smells like he's been rolling around in manure." Eggman walked out of the lab down through the maze of hallways in his base.
Hey! I don't stink! Wait. Focus, Sonic, you gotta figure out some way to get out of here. Shadow is down and depending on how injured he is. There's no telling when I'll be rescued. I'd rather not be around Eggman when I turn back tomorrow morning. This is embarrassing enough. Sonic contemplated ways to escape, scanning for vents, exits, or anyplace he could hide as they walked down the hallways.
Eventually, they stopped at a door, sensing their presence, it slid open, and Eggman walked into the room. Sonic turned around and saw they were in a nursery, this one much bigger and fancier than the one at Amy's. Soft monotone colors filled the room with smiling cartoon robots on the walls, the carpet (the only carpeted room on base) was pale blue, and the mobile had mini versions of some of the robots he had fought in the past, hanging over a polished white crib. Eggman walked to the changing table and strapped Sonic down. H-hold on, wait a minute! I don't wanna be changed by you! Sonic wiggled, his embarrassment meter skyrocketing. No way was he going to be changed by his enemy.
"Grrr, you wanna fight, do ya?" Eggman struggled to try to grab hold of the blue blur legs to begin the undiapering. To his dismay, Sonic was quickly overpowered by the human. "Hahaha! Gotcha!" Eggman held him up by the ankles and untapped the wet diaper; rolling it up, he threw it away and dried the hedgie's crotch. Sonic couldn't help but squirm and squeak in alarm as he was wiped down there, blushing. He grimaced, mortified at what his most hated enemy had just done to him. "Now, you stay right here. I'll be back in a minute." Eggman left the naked hoglet on the table, disappearing from his eyesight. Where are you going? You're not done yet! Come back, get me outta here! Sonic struggled to unlock the strap but was too weak to release the button. Aaaag! Curse this baby body!
Unable to escape, he twitches his ears listening for any indication of what the egg-shaped doctor was doing, faintly he hears something rumbling. It stopped after a minute; then he hears footsteps coming back into the room, "Alright, now you ready?" Eggman asks, his jacket removed, and sleeves rolled up; he unstrapped the naked hedgie carrying him to the room connected to the nursery. Ready for what? Sonic wondered, twisting himself away from the doctor. He saw they were in the bathroom; light steam fogged up the mirror. Oh no! His ears dropped, eyes widened, and tail tucked between his legs in dread when he saw the reflection of a bathtub filled with a few inches of warm water. "Ah, Ah!" He squirmed desperately trying to get out of Eggman's hold, not wanting to get in the water, "Hold still, you little pest!" Eggman pinched the scruff of Sonic's neck, making him go limp, temporarily paralyzed. His green eyes darted wildly, trying to figure out what just happened. "There, now just calm down so I can get you cleaned up."
Unable to move, Sonic whimpered as he was lowered into a baby bath seat; Eggman kept a hold of his scruff and grabbed a cup of water. He dumped it over the hedgie's head, then squirted baby soap on his quills; letting go of his scruff, he started to scrub the speedster's body. Sonic covered his eyes to keep the soap out of them, shaking in fear and still whimpering.
It was surprising how gentle Eggman was with him, not scrubbing too hard or pulling his limbs like a ragdoll.
The large man hummed a light tune as he worked the soap throughout the little hedge hoglet's fur and quills making sure to get behind the ears. He chuckled when Sonic giggled as he hit his prime tickle spots, "Seems water is not your only weakness." The doctor softly smiled, finished cleaning the dirt and sand out of his blue fur, he dumped another cup of water, rinsing out the soap bubbles, Sonic now smelling like blueberries, covered his eyes again, and shook the excess water off his fur. "How about a little bit of playtime?" Eggman picked up a rubber ducky from the corner and placed it in front of him. Sonic turned up his nose at the toy, not interested in playing right now, and pushed it away. "Come on now, Sonic, play with the ducky. It's fun here, see?" The doctor picked up the duck again and made quaking sounds bopping the toy all over his damp muzzle.
Sonic couldn't help but chuckle at the funny noises the doctor made. He's never heard or seen Eggman do something this silly before, he turned his head side to side trying to avoid the rubber duck, but the human kept pestering him to play with the bath toy. All right, all right, I give! Gimmie that thing! Taking the toy duck, he sent the doctor a quick glare before playing and splashing as requested.
Suddenly, a flash blinds them, both black spots floating in their eyes, "Aaaawww! Isn't that just precious, my two men having fun in the tub!" Mom-bot smiled behind her camera. "Mom-bot!" Eggman blushed. "What are you doing?"
"Well, since you won't let me anywhere near my new baby grandson, I thought I would start capturing some memories. And I think this may be my favorite picture!" The human growled at his overly loving parental robot, mumbling to himself, "Why did I have to program you to be so motherly?" His moment of regret faded, a smile twisting on the edge of his mustache as he thought about what the robot just said. "Hhmmm, yes, memories...I'll need something to blackmail the little pest with later when he grows up. Gotta embarrass him somehow when he starts to date."
If he wasn't blushing before, Sonic indeed was now. Talk about humiliating, a picture of him stark naked, being bathed by his arch-enemy while playing with a rubber ducky.
Ignoring the motherly robot, Eggman bends over and turns a little machine on. It quietly hums, and colorful bubbles began to float out of the hole in the machine. Sonic watched as one bubble landed on his tiny black nose. He cooed, looking at his distorted reflection before it suddenly popped; he laughed and clapped his hands. Actually starting to enjoy the bath, he poked more bubbles with his fingers and nose; Eggman even joined in, popping the ones he missed. Mom-bot snuck more pictures of the adorable scene.
A few minutes of playtime later, Eggman turns off the bubble machine and unplugs the drain, "Alright, Sonic, bath time is over." The little hedgehog was slightly disappointed their game was over but didn't complain as he was ready to get out. Eggman wrapped a soft white towel around and pulled him out, resting him against his shoulder. The blue blur shook from the temperature change, "Goodness, Sonic, your shivering up a storm. Let's get you warmed up before you catch your death." Placing the wet fuzz ball on the countertop, he briskly rubbed the excess water off and pulled out a hairdryer to finish.
Shivering, Sonic closed his eyes and waited. He began to relax as the heat blew from the hairdryer; it felt terrific. His shivering ceased as his fur dried, tail wagging with pleasure. When his fur was sufficiently dry, the doctor turned off the dryer, chuckling. Cocking a brow, Sonic wondered what was so funny this time; another flash blinded him, and he heard Mom-bot awe and say something about how cute he looked.
Eggman coughed, trying to stop laughing as he pulled out a brush. "Heh heh-Hold still so I can make you not look like a cotton ball anymore." he starts to brush Sonic's quills and fur. A shiver ran up Sonic's spine, the brush making contact combing down his coat and spines; he melted, eyes half-lidded purring in bliss. He'd never been brushed before, let alone groomed. I definitely gotta get myself one of these. Once he looked like a hedgehog again and not like a blue ball of fluff anymore, Eggman put away the brush and picked him up, holding the naked hoglet close. They returned to the changing table in the nursery.
He laid Sonic back on the table and strapped him in. Opening a drawer, he pulled out baby powder and a fresh diaper. This one actually had a racecar design on it. I didn't know diapers came with patterns?! Sonic eyed the diaper with interest; as he was placed inside the soft padding. He closed his eyes, smiling and blushed to the feeling of the diaper under his bottom as the powder was applied. His previous humiliation nothing more than a distant memory as he listened to Eggman humming, tugging the front of the diaper, making sure it was snug, and closed the tapes. "See...that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Sonic looked away, acting like he didn't understand.
His stomach growled loudly, "Perfect! Feeding time~" Eggman sang; picking up the blue blur, he walked to a small fridge filled with already made bottles of milk. He warmed up the bottle in the microwave sitting next to it and tested the milk to make sure it wasn't too hot before sitting down in a futuristic-looking rocking chair; he adjusted his hold, cradling the hedgie in one arm. (which wasn't very hard to do given how small Sonic was)
The doctor offered him the bottle, "Drink up, Sonic. Then it's naptime." he softly encouraged. Sonic looked at the bottle then at Eggman. He was hungry and didn't want to make his compromising situation worse; Sonic accepted the milk. He smiled, enjoying the warm creaminess going down his throat and filling his belly. Looking up at Eggman, again, who was strangely still smiling at him, he wondered how this all related to bonding as he sucked. This is so weird. If I were my usual adult self, we'd be trying to beat each other to a pulp. Now, as a baby, he's comforting and caring for me like I'm his real son. Even though it's kinda creepy, I gotta say I like this side of old Eggface. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad as a Dad? Sonic wondered about the possibility as he drank, only able to finish half the bottle before he felt full.
Eggman pulled him up over his shoulder when he finished and firmly patted his back; Sonic let out a cute burp and blushed again. He had become the master of that during the last week. "Mom-bot play track number 670059."
"Yes, dear." Mom-bot's eyes blinked a few times, and her mustache switched out for a set of speakers, a soft lullaby played. Eggman gently rocked the little hedgie rubbing his back, humming along with the tune; Sonic let out a high-pitched yawn and rubbed his eyes. Man, Egghead sure knows how to take care of a baby. I'm so sleepy. He should have gone into childcare instead of villainy. He mused, thumb hovering by his mouth. Eggman spotting the sign put the pacifier in his mouth. Sonic sucked away in content, feeling surprisingly comfortable resting on his enemy's broad shoulders with a warm and full belly, fur nice and soft; he felt a wave of babyishness wash over him. He nuzzled into the crook of Eggman's neck, falling fast asleep to the lullaby.
Eggman rocked as he listened to the slow breathing of the sleeping hoglet. He'd never imagined caring for his old arch-enemy this way. Usually, his daydreams of "taking care of Sonic" involved more... torturous methods. But he had to admit this was a much better way to rid himself of the annoying furball. Why beat them when you can just turn them into a mindless infant and raise them to bow to your every will? Yes, it takes a lot of work, but the rewards more than make up for it. He peeked over his shoulder to see the peaceful face of the baby hedgehog. That and he is more adorable and tolerable this way... Mom-bot startled him out of his thoughts, flashing another picture. He glared at her briefly. Well, I guess that's enough bonding time for now. Slowly he got up and placed the hedgehog in his crib, covering him up in a blanket to keep warm (with Eggman's logo on it, of course ), turning on the mobile and the lights off except for one lone nightlight. Eggman and Mom-bot left his new son to nap.