Eggman had always dreamed of this day. The day when his enemy Sonic was no more, yet when this day finally arrived, and the party he had planned long ago was set about, the man felt nothing but sadness. Sonic was dead, but in the process, his best fighter, his secret weapon, his pride and joy had been lost.

Those around him thought that this was nothing, after all warriors are lost every day, but to Eggman it felt like he had lost a daughter.

Ever since the day all those years ago when Amy came to see him with her new born baby, Eggman had always been there for Scarlet. He had seen her grow into a young woman, taught her to fight, and even been there to cheer up when she was feeling blue, but now there was no one to scream uncle Eggman down the corridors, no one to brighten his day just by being there, and no one for Eggman to love.

A Flash back formed in Eggman's mind of his favourite memory of his favourite person.

"Uncle Eggman, why do we have to fight" Scarlet asked with a confused look on her face. "Wouldn't the world be a nicer place if everyone was friends?"

Eggman smiled "Scarlet, you love to fight. What's really wrong?"

The five year old hedgehog scowled "I don't love fighting anymore. Mother says that if you fight, someone might get hurt, and I don't want to hurt anyone. I've decided that instead of being a fighter, I'm going to be a hippie, cook says that hippie's want peace."

The sound of laughter filled the room, and Scarlet turned to see a group of soldiers who were supposed to be practising, laughing at her.

"It's not funny!" Growled Scarlet, "I'm going to be a great hippie, and not let anybody get hurt!"

By this point Eggman had also joined in laughing at the angry young hedgehog. "Scarlet, I think that's a lovely idea," Eggman chuckled, "but perhaps you can fight as well, after all even hippie's have to fight for peace."

"Oh." Said a more relaxed Scarlet, "Then I don't want to be a hippie. I'm going to be a vet instead, and then I can look after sick animals, and make them all better."

Eggman knew then that this dream would never come true, after all, what use was this girl to him, if she wouldn't even fight. No, she was going to be just like him, a little Eggman. At this a new flashback popped up in Eggman's mind

"Merry Christmas Uncle Eggman!" Eggman turned to see a young hedgehog running down the corridor with a present outstretched. Her mother hurried along behind.

Eggman smiled "For me?"

Scarlet shoved the present into her uncle's hands, and smiled. "Open it!"

Eggman slowly tore off the wrapping, to find a photo of him and a nine year old, pink hedgehog. The frame was decorated with pasta, sequins and glitter, and a piece of holy was stuck to each corner. The photo has been taken a couple of months ago, at their Halloween party, and Scarlet was dressed up as a smaller Eggman.

Eggman looked at the frame that sat upon his desk. It was so beautifully decorated, by a happy, care free child. In a way he blamed himself. He could have brought her up differently, let her be more of a child. He had her fighting hours after she could walk, and had persuaded her into a fighting dream at the age of seven. He could have let her be a kid, but instead was obsessed with his secret weapon.

A single tear ran down Eggman's cheek. In this tear contained all the sadness he had over his lost child. And as it disappeared into his jumper, so too did Eggman, as he made his way to the celebration, to commemorate what his favourite person had achieved.