The doll remained motionless, while Tails ran off towards the exit of the base. He was happy and that's what he wanted; the happiness of his owner. He had a smile on his lips, full of sincerity. But that smile wasn't going to last long... He turned around and Dr. Robotnik stood before him, staring with an air of deep anger. The doll was trying to find words to explain his behavior towards the fox cub. But the doctor cut him into his speech.
"Doll Tails... You have been a bad doll..." he said in a very quiet and serious tone.
He began to approach the doll, still calm. Frightened by his current reaction, he recoils the same time as the doctor came to him. He kept trying to find words to explain. Fear had completely soaked him and begged him to stop. Despite that, he still remained so calm.
"You're... unworthy... to be part of my robots!" he cried, letting express his anger and, by a abrupt gesture, snatched from Doll Tails his crystal.
The doll suffocated and lurched. His eyes darkened little by little and he vanishes; the breath of life left his body. The doctor looked at him for a while, the red crystal in hand.
"You're too nice..." he said, calmly. And a wicked smile appeared on his face. "I'll update him."
He took the doll and carried him on his shoulder. He was heading to his lab and, immersed in his ambitions, let out a sinister laugh, that echoed through the base.
Hours passed... This makes hours the doctor is locked in his lab. He was just reprogram the crystal to change the personality of the doll, to make it more cruel and offensive. He lay, lifeless, on the table of "operation". And then, he finally finished.
"Well, Doll Tails, this is the big moment." he announced, ambitious.
He had also prepared a new pair of gloves to match to his new behavior: a pair of gloves with metal claws of sparkles of silver at the fingertips. He put them on the doll. Finally, he grabbed the crystal and grafted it on the antenna. Several seconds later, its eyes regained their reddish glow but it was somewhat different... He raised his head and looked around.
"How do you feel?" the doctor asked.
The look of the doll fell on the one who has given new life. And he smiled, but that smile was very different than he made before... We saw his teeth and he inspired fear. The doctor felt a little threatened and recoiled. The doll stood up on the table. And, furtively, gashed his left arm. He screamed in pain and tried to ran away. But his "creation" barred his way, claws and fangs out, with his crystal emanating an intimidating red glow. Then, he charged on the doctor but this one came in time to dodge. He grabbed a mechanical arm, caught with the arm the doll by the neck and tackled him against the ground. He couldn't move; he was already breathless. The crystal pushed him to use all his energy. He began to subside, while the doctor was groaning in pain; his arm was bleeding badly and the notch was deep. It was a success but the consequences have far exceeded what he imagined.
"... You're... too dangerous... Ouch...!" he said.
The doctor tried to remove the crystal in order to lower his aggressiveness but the doll didn't let him do so; he tried to scratch him but he quickly withdrew his hand. It was too late now. However, there was a solution, but it was cruel... Always with the mechanical arm, the doctor ordered to the doll to move, which he did with still a little resistance.
They went down stairs leading to the basements of the base, deep in the ground. They arrived in corridors with armored doors. The doll felt a shiver; he felt uncomfortable. He scarcely distinguish voices... voices in trouble, which came from behind the doors. They went to the end of the corridor, where there was a lot more armored than the others doors. The doctor entered a code to open it. The room was empty...
"... Henceforth... this is where you will live...!" he said, with an evil grin on his lips.
The doll began to panic. The doctor put on him a straitjacket, although he was biting his left arm to the bone, already bloodied. He groaned even more but he continued. He took steel cables, attached them to the doll and connected them to the corners of the room. He's completely hindered; he can't longer move...
"... Ouch...! I hope that... you will appreciate... to live here...!" he said, holding his left arm.
He closed the armored door behind him. The doll stood motionless, until his former himself resurfaced and is aware of the situation. Ears lowered, he began to cry, but he hadn't tears to shed. He realized that he will live in this room, shackled, away from the world...
... during 3 years.