"Scarlet?" Eggman's voice was quiet, but authoritive. "Are you feeling okay?"
The pretty pink hedgehog that used to stand before him was gone. Eggman noticed the change straight away, and two weeks had passed since then. Scarlet was now completely obsessed with fighting. She practised all day until the pain was unbearable, and then she would rest, so that she could fight some more.
Eggman had noticed that the slim hedgehog had lost more weight, and her mother had mentioned how small she was.
Very few things scared Eggman. He knew that fear was the most dangerous emotion, but now he was scared. He had worked so hard to make Scarlet the best and he was scared that he would lose her. Although Eggman had always tried to think of Scarlet as another possession, she was different from the rest. Happy, hard working, affectionate. Eggman had grown to think of her as more of a daughter, but now he didn't know the girl before him.
Scarlet turned and put on a smile. "Of course uncle Eggman. Why wouldn't I be?"
That's a good question, though Eggman, and that question had been going round his mind for a while. Although she wore a smile, Eggman could see the pain inside the girl, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not work out why.
"No reason, you just look a little pale." Eggman tried to smile back, but seeing Scarlet this way just made him want to cry. Eggman never showed weakness, but on the inside he was feeling as frail as Scarlet looked.
Scarlet's smile vanished, "Oh. I better go back to training. Bye Eggman." She walked away.
"Bye Eggman", no, no. She's never called me Eggman. It has always been Uncle Eggman. To many this simple thing may have been nothing, but to Eggman, it hurt. He never was one to show his emotions. Emotions show weakness, and enemies prey on weakness. But now Eggman didn't care. He walked quickly to his quarters. If he was going to break down, he most certainly wouldn't have his employees watching.