The two girls didn't know what to expect when they entered the time stream. For Joule, she never really cared much for Sci-Fi. She was more into fantasy or comedy, often suckering in GV to watch them with her, and lightly teasing him whenever he got really invested in them. He really liked those old timey feel good shows, where there wasn't much conflict, and every problem was solved by a silly pun and the entire cast laughing, followed by credits. After Asimov's death in their original timeline, he just watched more and more in his downtime. She couldn't blame him.

She missed those times. Well, she had a body again, and she had a lot of knowledge. She was going to make up for all that lost time, all those years of being a burden, and rub her relationship in Quinn's face! Their love was better than anything that stupid primitive could come up with! Her eyes glowed a bright magenta at the thought of that worthless wretch's death before everything returned to normal, Joule not even registering the thought.

Mytyl however, would be having an absolute blast in any other situation. Her brother lived on science, and she liked science fiction and other sciency things as a result. Her mind exploded whenever Copen had the time outside of his poor attempts at genocide to sit down and explain some of the concepts he thought up with her. She didn't even want to know how much work he had to put in to simplify all of that for her young mind, and each time he finished, she just couldn't stop smiling, even though she couldn't understand, say, 44% of what he had said to her.

She missed those times…he was a primitive, but he loved her. And if she couldn't divert him from his course, then she had other ways to save him. Her eyes glowed a bright magenta at the thought. She could be his rock, his support pillar. Better than that worthless demon maid.

What both of them got instead was nothing what they imagined. Even Joule thought they'd see images of the past or future, but what they got instead was….

This era has been blocked from access by the authority of the zone cops

Each and every part of this tunnel or whatever it was was practically plastered with these things! It was like interdimensional police tape, just what the heck was going on here?!

"Row row row your boat, gently down the streaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!" Oh right, Cubot's here "Man I feel like I'm flying!"

"You are flying Cubot." Joule said, shaking Mytyl from her thoughts. "We've been flying for three hours straight!"

"Oh." Mytyl groaned at the reply, the light from her red, mechanical phoenix wing contrasting with Joule's azure, holographic butterfly wings. Both of them were holding onto Cubot, because Mephiles forgot to point out that he was heavy, Joule taking his left arm and Mytyl his right. "Hey, how much longer do we have to go?"

"Ehhhh, maybe around another hour or two?" Thank god he didn't have that stupid faux jive talk voice anymore. "I unno ladies, time stream's a real hazzle, y'know what I'm saying?" Nevermind then! "Old boss man swore off time travel long before I rolled off the factory line, so I ain't got jack on it other than what the new boss man put on me!"

Both girls stared dully at him, more angry at themselves than anyone else. Mytyl spoke up. "...Could you please tell us when we get to our proper time?"

"Sure, anything for some honeyz like you!" Joule blushed and Mytyl felt like throwing up. "Soon as my little bro stops chasin' us!" Confusion and then dread filled the human's hearts as the Cubot's head turned 360 degrees. "SUP LITTLE BRO!"

"SUP BIG BRO." Was the reply Cubot got. "I'M COMING FOR THE GIRLS, WOULD YOU MIND INCAPACITATING THEM?"

"Sorry, can't do that bro! New boss man made me traitor proof!"

"Then I'll just kill all three of you then. You understand, right?"

"Yep!" Cubot turned his head back around and laughed. "Oh he's such a kidder!" He blinked. "Why're your hearts beating so fast?"

"FLY FASTER JOULE!"

"I AM I AM!"

3 weeks later

Egg Base Alpha, Pacific Ocean, Mobian/Human Border

22:33(Saturday)

Once again, a man with a 300IQ got trounced by a 3 foot tall clothesless animal, who spent most of his time sleeping in a ditch somewhere. Once again he returned back to one of his many hideouts with his tail between his legs. And once again he was in his him-patterned onesies with a bottle of hot cocoa and some Eggo puffs.

And what was he looking at while sitting in pajamas and eating cereal in a hoverchair this fine afternoon? Why outside the glass window -that was shaped like his face- of course! Thousands of feet below the surface, surrounded by underwater mountain ranges, the three hundred submarines and 1200 corpses that were formerly soldiers of the Guardian Unit of Nations, or G.U.N for short, were being swept away in the current that coincidentally cut off all communications with their central command and with each other. Funny that. Their luck was as bad as his was right now.

At 45 years old, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, known moreso by his supervillain moniker the Eggman, was a wanted man. Well, he already was, that's why he stuck around a bunch of islands where the common nomenclature for places was 'adjective' or 'noun', and the word Zone, instead of going to the human territories. But he pushed his luck. He went to the human territories. He sent a missile into a metropolitan area -that didn't even detonate- and tried to destroy the city of Station Square. The fact that he was even in human airspace was bad enough. The fact that he tried to blow up a major metropolitan area was even worse. The fact that said detonation was stopped by Sonic's little wisp of a sidekick was the icing on the cake that was his humiliation.

But then, as he realized in hindsight he should have expected, his lackey betrayed him. The echidna patron deity, Chaos, was the straw that broke the camel's back for the United Nations, and was the reason he was currently staring at the organization's best and brightest in a mass grave.

With a groan and a sip of cocoa, Eggman quickly performed some eye movements to access the base's systems, and flushed the soldiers far, far away from his base, along with some jammers and fake comm signals to obfuscate G.U.N and lead them far away from him. So to sum up, he launched a missile into United Nations territories, the fact he was even there was considered an act of war, and becausehe lost control of Chaos, and there were numerous audio and video records of him bragging about how the water god was under his control and did whatever he said, he was on the hook for the estimate 3 million people, because of course the water god who had seven perpetual energy generators didn't stop at flooding one city, he flooded several!

The trash being washed away? Oh the 5th unit that came after him, this week. He would just hide in his secret base and use one of his EggFoodMakers™ to sustain himself, but everything it made was so pasty and groooossss! So of course he had to make grocery runs, and he stuck out like a sore thumb, so that meant a lot of witness removal, which meant he had to run with his tail between his legs just for his famed-infamous- Eggsbuger, a delicious meal made from a Quarter Pounder, a Double Bacinator, and a lot of eggs.

Hey, being a Chaos Being requires a lot of protein and fat. He'd seen Mobian parents who'd consider his eating regiment healthy for their tykes!

So now here he was, bored out of his mind, and the whole world wanted him dead. Oh sure, they didn't care when he terrorized the funny little animals and made Tae-Tae the Aye-Aye's life a nightmare, but oh lordy, stop the preses if some fat hillbilly from Florida was terrorized by -gasp- a Veg-o-Bot, the horror!

…Oh the things you made when you were hammered, but that's a story for another time. Point is, he stepped on the wrong toes, and now he had to pay the price. And soon everyone else will pay the price for daring to go against him!

And it all started with this fancy new toy that came out of the time stream! Once his goggles detected the portal was made from Time Stone energy, he took the time to relax, commit a murder or three, and take a load off.

…Because that robot had the Eggman Empire logo on it, and something was telling him he needed to be really relaxed to hear whatever story this thing had.

{Commander, this is G.U.N Station Alpha, you are cleared to land.}

"Acknowledged." Said the commander as he leaned back in his chair, his heterochromic eyes alight with boredom and depression. There were few things that could shock Commander Abraham Tower. While nothing could ever truly top the atrocities he experienced in his childhood, perpetrated by the very organization he now led, he thought himself pretty unflappable. At 65 years old, he had spend the previous 30 years of his military career in numerous overseas operations, domestic terrorist cleanup, and hostile takeovers of businesses that didn't exactly coincide with interests of the United Nations. With a bodycount of over 1200 people dead by either his hands or by the units he commanded, he could say without a shadow of a doubt that none of the things he had done as the leader of the Guardian Unit of Nations, or G.U.N as it were, was nowhere near the bloodthirsty incompetence of the G.U.N of the past.

But sometimes, there were things that just got to you. This destroyed city below his private jet was one of many destroyed cities he had seen when cleaning up the old guard. In a way, the flooded streets and buildings that looked as though they were blown up from the inside had brought him a depressing sense of nostalgia. On any other day he would have had a twinge of sadness, and then moved on. But this wasn't any other day.

{Sir we are about to land at the memorial site.}

"Understood." Because any other day you wouldn't have seen a goddamn water dragon lay waste to a city and killing over 3 million people in the span of 23 seconds. Station Square used to be a nice city, and despite his disdain for the creatures given his past experience with a certain black and red 'hedgehog' the Mobian population integrating into human society had done nothing but good for both races. But as they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and you can't have a superpowered Mobian with super speed without a fat, egg shaped scientist wanting to play god with an unearthly force beyond his human comprehension. Whether it was in space or on earth, he just couldn't escape those damnable Robotniks.

Station Square, Lakeopolis, and Roto City. decades of history wiped out, millions lost, all because some stupid man with a grudge couldn't just build his egopolis in the ocean. They'd all seen his Death Egg, he was perfectly capable of just making his own island nation!

He stepped out of the jet and onto the mass watery grave that was Station Square. The Memorial Site was a massive facility hovering 800 feet above the former city. Built by one of G.U.N's partner organizations, the facility was the size of three football fields, and also housed many of the refugees that escaped Station Square. How that blue hedgehog managed to do that escaped even G.U.N's top scientists, but trying to understand Mobian Biology, least of all the inner workings of Ogilvie Maurice de Aleena III, AKA Sonic the Hedgehog, was an exercise in futility. They could always get the other hedgehog they had and dissect it, but no one was that desperate for answers.

Standing on an automated walkway with a window view of the city to his right, Commander Tower remained polite as the sun shined in the sky, waving and greeting anyone that did so first. Even now, the disconnect between Mobian biology and human biology gave him a headache, almost as much as their naming schemes, or lack thereof. Their massive eyes, their massive heads, how some of their mouths are just…off to the side! They were walking talking cartoon characters, and if it wasn't for the one that got his family killed all those years ago, he would have met these creatures with jaunty aplomb instead of the derision he felt every day. Still, he kept a professional front; he couldn't let his prejudices guide him, not today. This was an important day for a lot of people, and he was already going to be flooded with a torrent of hate the second he stepped into the Memorial Hall; no need to add to it himself.

And just like he thought, jeers and boos met him the second he showed his face in Auditorium#4..

The crowd of humans and Mobians went silent, before any joviality they were just reveling in turned to utter hatred. And the man/hedgehog of the hour, wearing clothes for once, a tuxedo and pants with his quills slicked back to resemble human hair, stood there in utter confusion along with his two tailed fox partner. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that 89% of the audience here looked like something out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Abaraham would be a lot more fearful. Sure even that little 5 year old snake Mobian hissing at him could rip his arms off with just one hand, but when you've been in the business as long as he had, appearances mattered, and he'd been around Mobians long enough to lose most of his fear of them.

He actually had to try to put on a facade of fear as he met Sonic on the podium, and like with any other time he was met with an angry populace who wanted his head skewered on a pike, he put on an air of concern and pity as he began to 'apologize', his fakeness acknowledged by a very annoyed hedgehog and fox.

Oh to be able to empathize like these two could; he missed being able to do that. And Abraham feared the day when took that ability away from those two.

Calming everyone down was what made Sonic remember how much he hated politics.

It was pretty much inevitable that people were gonna be mad when Commander Screwup came waltzing in. it took a lot of sweet talking -mostly on Tails's part- to calm everyone the heck down and give that speech he paid those writers out the butt for. He would have wrote one on his own, and probably would have gone down pretty well, but this wasn't just for the people. It was for the bigwigs keeping this bad boy up and floating, and to have Sonic the Hedgehog read out a beautifully written speech on live television, something he never did before? In human territories that is? Well hot dog, they might actually fix this shack, because good lord Tails did not give a good prognosis for this scrap heap!

Well it took a good three hours but he was thankfully done, and alone with his best bro. Sonic stared wistfully out into the sea that was once Station Square, hands behind his back and quills drooped. Tails recognized that pose all too well, the same one he used when bartering or talking with humans. It made his brother look dignified and regal. Sonic just called it 'Kissass Mode.' He didn't know who Sonic's mom was, but she taught him well.

Tails walked up to him, wondering how Sonic of all people could look at this travesty and keep himself intact. The way he saw the blue hedgehog assuage the crowd with just a few words, and was even able to get the G.U.N. Commander to not look at him and their entire race like they were a bunch of freaks! "How do you do it Sonic?"

Sonic shrugged indifferently. "It's not that hard; I've seen Egghead do worse." Every now and again Tails would ask him things like that. The human lands were a lot crueler than the islands back home, where the worst you had to worry about was the Battle Kukku Armada forcefully relocating you, or a wolf who had a cork gun that could brain you in one shot. And yet, even back then, when they were just kids, and Sonic had a major addiction to human fast food, he barely had that much of a reaction to some of the things the taller species did, citing that Eggman 'did worse.' "I could tell he was a lot more freaked out about all this than I was."

Tails repressed a shudder. He had been with Sonic for most of his adventures, and not once did Eggman, or Robotnik as he went back in their pre-teen years, ever try something of this magnitude. Even when he converted Westside City to Chemical Plant, and the Westside Desert to Oil Ocean, he at least made sure his new slaves were well fed, clothed, and cared for. Sure he was a huge ass about it, as he was with a lot of things, but he never did anything like this! "So, what was it like seeing Perfect Chaos?" They never really had time to connect after that incident. With his genius and Sonic being a walking natural disaster, they were forced chosen by the government to assist in cleaning up this city, draining the Chaos infused water, etc. as you can see, nothing changed.

"The best thing ever!" The fox smiled as Sonic slipped back into his cocky persona. "I can't believe I even beat him! He was tougher than Eggman's stupid space robot!" Probably because he spent most of the 'fight' using Super Sonic's enhanced speed to relocate every survivor he could find. "Could've done without all the tentacles though. I'm invincible while I got the glow, but that doesn't mean I can't be annoyed!"

Tails snickered. Oh he remembered, and so did a lot of other people that Sonic had to leave when Chaos got angry at being ignored. Fear and terror turned to gut busting laughter as the world's most ludicrous game of 'I'm not touching you!' was played between a 3'5" hedgehog and a Godzilla sized giant water reptile. It was no wonder when G.U.N finally got through their bureaucratic BS, something that, when Sonic learned that that was the reason they took their sweet time getting to Station Square, he finally allowed Tails to use swear words, Sonic was annoyed, irritated, and utterly red faced.

"Yeah yeah laugh it up." Sonic shot back good naturedly. "I'm just glad everything worked out in the end." Despite the humor, Tails felt the dismissive nature still persisted. Don't get him wrong, he could sense the anger just pouring from his brother's body, but it was the same nonchalance that the G.U.N. Commander occasionally showed in the face of a tragedy. Sonic wouldn't tell him where he got this cool in the face of horror attitude from, but Tails knew, and so did Amy.

After all, just look at any tabloids in the late 90s. Sonic was not the nicest person when under stress back then,especially when a certain fox was in danger, and after Little Planet…. Tails shooed the thoughts from his mind. "You wanna veg out for a bit? We got six hours before your next meeting."

"Six hours?!" Tails nodded as Sonic quickly changed out of his suit, straightened his quills, and soon was half naked like his fox brother, wearing only his gloves and shoes. "Well why didn't ya say so?!"

"You seriously didn't notice the lack of cameras?!" Tails asked incredulously.

"Duh! Why do you think I kept the stuffy act up? If I acted like my usual self back there, they'd throw a fit!" He let out a yawn. "Lead the way, compare, let's order room service and punish that toilet!"

Eggman's hoverchair flew down the halls of the undersea base with Eggman in tow, grimacing in pain as he continued to munch on his chocolate cereal. 'Curse my lactose intolerance!' He just wanted to have fun while mocking the dead, was that so wrong?! Well according to his body, it was! He did not pity the poor Badnik that was gonna clean that mess up.

With just a thought, a holographic display emitted from his goggles, showing the status of his robot prisoner. 'Still offline.' Same update as three minutes ago, and two minutes before that. This robot gave him vibes, very terrible vibes, the 'I might have to keep Sonic alive just to take care of it for me' vibes. He hated those vibes; he hated them a lot. Countless ultra powerful Badniks that were decades ahead of what he put on the front lines were decommissioned or destroyed because they got a bit too uppity and decided that they should be the boss, as if they were an expert like him on hunting down superpowered teen animals!

His chair stopped in front of the room the robot was in, I-44sC. A massive sliding doorway in the shape of his face slid open with loud, heavy screeching. Given that Mobians usually had sensitive ears, it was an extra bit of cruelty on the doctor's part when it came to escapees. Then the sixteen energy barriers turned off, followed by the turrets, the second set of turrets, and the microwave emitters. He hovered through them all, making sure to turn each and every trap back on the 2nd he passed them. I-44sC was the containment cell for all his egg bases, where if he goes in, he's making sure that whatever he put in there won't come out, even if he has to die with it.

And something's telling him that the last one might be happening if he didn't play this right. Not after what it nearly did to him.

Once the last door was shut behind him, Eggman was alone with the robot, and a quite elegant design, he had to admit. Too elegant to be something he invented. Maybe a robot double? Who knows. It was 12'6", bipedal, had 'hair' in the shape of his mustache, and buff. Whoever made this robot wanted some eye candy apparently, or just liked the aesthetic -if this was a future version of him that made this thing he was hoping for the latter- because it was jacked.

The armor was odd, a mix of blue and white, like the designer mixed two different designs together. A nice long red overcoat consisted of the top layer of clothing -ugh, robot clothes-, and it crackled with electricity even after he took out the blasted bot's internal battery. Sleek white armor was under the coat, with thick, red gauntlets and slim red boots that Eggman assumed were jet thrusters. It looked cohesive, but that old Eggman intuition was popping in, and not the 'Sonic's on to you' one that he'd been getting for so long, but that old mystical intuition that told him things like 'maybe you should listen to the echidna and not try to use the ghosts in this pyramid.' This…. This was cruel. This actually made him feel pity for whatever mishmash of people this robot used to be, and that just made him utterly revolted.

"Alright robot, up and at em!' But that pity vanished when it tried that Jedi mind trick on him. "I know you're still online, and I've got a lot of questions!" He checked his goggles again. Anti psychic shields were still active. Room was set to flood if it tried using its electrokinesis, and he took those two chatty pods away from it for dissection. Maybe he could get them to play something other than that blaring J-pop.

And that split second of him taking his attention off of his prisoner was what allowed E-45ܓ to finish what it started the second it entered this timeline. It watched as the doctor's posture drooped, the biometric readers in his pajamas not even registering what happened, but that's what the power of the Azure Striker was capable of in this primitive era. To control every facet of this base with even his underwear showed how much of a creative genius it's master was even in this weakened form. And yet he wasn't smart enough. This version of Eggman's neural interface technology left gaps far too big in the network, and allowed any sufficient hacker to just go in and alter anything should they wish…including his mind. It wasn't a problem in this era, but in the world it came from? This technology was child's play.

And it had more than just incredible hacking skills backing him up. It the power of the strongest Septima, and it had the greatest mind next to it's creator! The power of the Azure Striker, the genius of the Kamizono lineage, both combined into one! It was E-45ܓ , the Voltic Supergenius, and right now it had two cute little sisters and a hedgehog to kill.

But first, it needed a recharge, a direct connection to the Lifewave. And lucky lucky, G.U.N. had one, right in their basement!

"Alright." Eggman yawned and disengaged the locks holding E-45 in place, allowing the robot to warp it's power cell back into it's body. "Let's go raid G.U.N., I guess."

"Shouldn't you do research first? I mean, you did discover something horrifying." Very very horrifying. It didn't break his old master, the one who built space fortresses like they were Legos and could just hijack planets from other solar systems, but this was not the same of that era.

"What are you…oh god." E-45 watched as the man's eyes widened, his black sclera clearly visible as his jaw hung loose. Yes, this was definitely not the robot's master in the prime of his humanity. This was on the cusp of his sanity, soon to abandon the Badnik line of robots for a time to focus on his Egg Pawn and E-series mechs. This was the man who killed 3 million people, who was bottling up his stress from his failures more and more. "Yes, you're right…..let's go do some research." And most importantly, this wasn't the Eggman who had gained the clarity to go through with acquiring Project Shadow and the power of the Eclipse Cannon.

So he was putty in the hands of this chimera.

The next few hours were spent in Eggman's private study #44. According to the data retrieved from his goggles, Eggman had this exact room design as a base template in all his base's construction plans, even if it was for something as tiny as that emergency gas station outside of Arizona.

E-45 sat on one of the many torn up Sonic the hedgehog plushies as read a dusty journal in his bed like a teenage girl, even kicking his feet up like in those old videos. In his underwear. "I hope you know how hard it was for me to get this, right?" He said without looking at the robot.

Ughhh, he really was smooth like an egg. "Indeed." It was so easy for him to order E-45 to acquire the journal for him, and all of the databases at the G.U.N headquarters the journal was located at. "So, have you found anything?"

Eggman scoffed, much to E-45's worry. "Why would I? It's just some dusty old tome from that worthless old man." Oh crap, this wasn't good. This Eggman respected his grandfather despite the hatred his elder would have for him. Did it change too much? It was going to have to try again. "Yes, but he was-"

"-A worthless man who died a worthless death." …Ok, it needed to get in there right now. "I'll keep reading, but I don…t.." Fool the biometric scanners- "S…e….ee..ee..eee…" -Remove any traces from the Eggman Network- "W…wh…a..a..a..a. course I got all my stuff from him! He's one of the greatest scientists who ever lived!" Perfect. Damn Chaos Energy interference. "Now hush up and let me bask in the greatness of my grandfather."

"With pleasure." Because what's about to happen to his head is nothing compared to what's going to happen to him in the next hour or so.

The sun was high in the sky by the time whatever sciency stuff Tails was listening to finished. The kid had tears in his eyes as he watched the study on Chaos Energy's effects on plant growth come to an end, followed by some sappy music as the credits began to roll.

Sonic couldn't be more bored if he tried. It wasn't that he didn't understand a lick of it, he understood it all; he built the original Tornado at age 10, for crying out loud! But that was when he was with mom, and say what you want about the woman -and he had a lot to say- but when she wanted him to learn something, she made darn sure that he had fun doing it. This however, it was just a lot of talking and talking and yadda yadda yadda!

He finished his 2nd Thanksgiving sized turkey and let out a burp. Gotta love human food. Tastes good and doesn't even fill you up. He slurped up the gravy like a football fan sucked the nacho cheese out of a bowl and sighed. He wasn't gonna say anything, not even mutter. With how attentive Tails can get during these shows, the kid's ears were tuned to everything, and the last thing Sonic wanted was for his little bro to feel bad because he was bored.

Man he wished he had something to do! But Eggman was lying low, and there's no way he was getting out of here and leaving these people high and dry.

…still wishing for Eggman to come back. Where was he?

Eggman let out a yawn. "So tired…" Ah, perfect. And with its hacking of 's unnecessarily advanced supercomputer briefs, E-45 was registered as a friendly in the doctor's network. The robot got up from the plush it was sitting on and approached the doctor as he went to sleep. Once he heard the human snoring…

"Sweet dreams…"

XXXXXXX

"What in the world?!" Eggman woke up. "Where in the world…?!" Why was he in some eastern classroom?! And it was the early afternoon, why was it dawn now?! "How did I-?!" His hands went to his throat. "My voice! What happened to my voice?!" Why did he sound so much younger?! Why did he feel lighter?! Don't tell me-" He looked down and nearly jumped. "My stomach!" He could actually see his legs, and his stomach, it was so…thin!

Eggman frantically looked around the classroom, and upon seeing a mirror on one of the student desks he ran to it, bowling over every desk and chair he could find before putting it up to his face

And he nearly fainted on the spot when he saw the man staring at him. "Oh my Egg!" With shaky hands he grasped the mirror, shudders of disbelief leaving his lips as he looked at his reflection. "What happened to me?!" Despite his immense confidence in himself and his achievements, even he wasn't egotistical enough to think he was ever a looker back in his college days. At best he was a rail thin string bean, balding at an early age due to a genetic mistake present in every Robotnik male, and the name Eggman was given to him by his fellow college students due to the shape of his head rather than his stomach. So with all that in mind, the only thought that was going through his head was 'Who the hell is this?!'

Seriously, who was this?! Who was this pale skinned ginger Asian female spankbait looking man?! This seriously couldn't be him could it?! "Ughhhh.." Everything about this made him sick. The perfect skin, the perfect face, it was so beautiful, so majestic, so…generic! Was this what teenage girls liked nowadays? For crying out loud, he looked like he was lab grown! And he could grow hotter people if he tried!

"Hey uhh, sensei?" His ears were alerted to the sound of a teenage girl, but he was too busy admiring himself in the mirror despite wanting to see the source of the voice. "You promised to help me with my homework, remember?!"

"Of course, of course, Ekoro-chan!" He didn't say that. It came out of his mouth but he didn't say it. "Just give me a minute and….alright."

He turned and looked down at the girl. She was a schoolgirl and apparently they had a really lax dress code here, too lax! He was just going to ignore the bright blue hair and focus on that ungodly tiny skirt, partly because he was wondering what kind of favors her parents must've done to let their kid put that on, partly because she was 14 and he was pretty sure he was 26 but that didn't matter this was so so so wrong, but also because whoever was controlling his body really really liked her for THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP! "Alright, sit down and show me what you're having trouble with."

XXXXX

Eggman was brought back to reality, and he found that his face was very wet. He softly put a hand to his cheeks, the sensory tech in his gloves feeding information to his goggles. "Tears?" He...he was crying? Who was that girl?

"Yes, your grandfather met a truly sad fate, did he not?"

"Yeah…" He could still hear the gunshots, the day that set a young 6 year old Ivo Robotnik was set on his path to villainy.

He's reminiscing; that could lead to some inconsistencies. "Go back to sleep, doctor."

"Don't tell me what to do…" And soon he was out like a light.

XXXX

So I aim like this?

Yep! The important thing to remember is to keep your footing as you shoot.

"Ekoro….?" Yeah, Ekoro! There was a girl named Ekoro!

'Houdai-kun, just eat it! I worked really hard on it!

What is that thing?!

I made it so it looked like my mom!

It's a giant flesh ring with eyes! That's your mom?!

And she...had a boyfriend?! "Oh thank me!" OH that was a load off his back after what he just saw! So he taught a girl named Ekoro and her boyfriend Houdai...at a school with a skeevy dress code….? No, that couldn't be it. He taught at Southside Island U for two years and had photos for six of his best students during their graduation, what was he-?!

Grandpa, that's not a hedgehog, that's a freakin 'cyclops!

I know what he looks like Ivo, but I assure you he is a hedgehog, one belonging to a new species not native to this world! And his name is-

"Shadow…" Shadow...the...Hedgehog. "GRRK!: His eyes shot up and he clenched his head, his heart rate skyrocketing as more and more memories of things he never experienced flashed.

All the while E-45 smiled.

This is the first of many Sumeragi space colonies, Dr. Robotnik and your family can stay as long as they like!

"No.." that's not what happened!"

Ivo, this is a sick joke! I expected better from you!

You have to believe me Shadow! Sumeragi is lying to us!

"W-what?!" Why was he so chummy with that Mobian?! Seeing those little bobble headed freaks look at him like that should have made him happy, but instead it looked as though he was sad that the pincushion didn't believe whatever he was talking about!

You and your family have become far too arrogant, Ivo. I think it's safe to say that no one will miss you.

"No.."

Ultimate Life Form

Chaos Emeralds

"NO!"

Gerald Robotnik

Sumeragi.

"STOP IT!"

Ivo

IVO!

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He was positively screaming now, medical Badniks entering the room and sedating him with as many needles as possible. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"

WAKE UP IVO!

WAKE UP!

Eggman woke up, panting and heaving, and heavily restrained. "I'm in the medical bay?" His head wasn't hurting, so the robots remembered to administer headache medicine before he woke up; that's good.

"I called it in." E-45 explained, getting off of the doctor's chair and putting down the random magazine it found. "You were screaming and convulsing, and you had to be sedated."

"Oh." A useful, talking Badnik. In any other situation Eggman would have ordered the bot restrained for being this well spoken, but he knew he could trust E-45. must've made him when he was real down in the dumps, like he did with those Veg-o-Bots. With a command from his goggles, the restraints were released. He got out of the bed, and exited the room. His goggle covered eyes gleaned hatefully at his surroundings, and there was only one thing on his mind: revenge. "E-45, let's go."

"Where to?" The robot asked, already knowing the answer as it followed this younger version of its creator.

"We're gonna do some tests. Long, boring tests." He had to make sure that his mind wasn't altered in any way, and already the possibilities were terrifying if that scenario proved true. Was this retribution from some Echidna deity for releasing Chaos and using the Master Emerald for his own ends? Was it G.U.N's doing, and he was secretly in some virtual reality construct while they siphoned his genius from his dying body? Or was what he saw all real? Either way, research needed to be done. Something, or someone, whether it be man, machine or god, had violated him and the memories of his family and young life, a cruelty that not even he would inflict upon his hated nemesis! Someone was going to be blamed for this. Someone was going to pay.

And someone was going to die. While he may not care for his family save for his grandfather, he would be damned if he would let someone attempt to warp the memories of such a good man! Forget lying low, and forget hiding! In the name of Gerald Robotnik and the Eggman Empire, whoever did this was going to pay.

Egg Base Alpha, Pacific Ocean, Mobian/Human Border

16:00

Thaumaturgic Center Delta

It should be obvious at this point that Eggman was a scientist, and a brilliant one at that.

He was smart enough to lay waste to South Island and it's superpowered population with careful maneuvering of his Eggmobile and a wrecking ball he painted over. He built a giant, fully functioning and armed space station under the nose of every government body, and launched it into orbit. And his knowledge on Chaos Energy eclipsed that of any human being.

But he wasn't that full of himself to deny the existence of magic and the paranormal. That was how he was able to get control of the many magical guardians on Angel Island, trap the vengeful ghosts of Sandopolis in his Egg Capsules, and master the power of the Flickies and their warp ring magic. And ignoring how all those feats were undone by a 10 and 8 year old in the span of 2 years, it shouldn't surprise Eggman that he found a need to mix magic and technology together, both from a need to use magic in his latest schemes, and to prevent said magic from affecting him.

The Thaumaturgic Center was where the other magic happened, that wasn't him bringing his mechanical pride and joys online. Incantations and magic circles were ready to be activated via the magical equation able to be accessed by any of 's clothing. If he wanted global teleportation to any of his bases undetected by all but the Echidna or his hated foe's golden form, this was the way to go. If he needed to test how his robots fared against magical based attacks, this was where he went. And right now he was going to use this center for another purpose: probing the journal of Robotnik.

Right now the room was completely empty save for this device. Magical circles etched into the wall either by the hands of his Badniks, or were just holographic banners, lined the room, hidden from sight. They could be activated at a moment's notice, and only Eggman himself knew what they were for. And right now they were all used, regardless of their original function, to keep this device from blowing up in his face.

And that machine was a replica of one of his grandfather's least well known inventions. Made with a mix of human and echidna technology, it stood at a towering 6 feet tall, with six monitors hovering above a large arrangement of keyboards. Six processors sat below the keyboard, with a thick assortment of wires and plugs running into the floor of the facility. So it was basically just a really advanced and overly complicated computer setup, but the devil was in the details.

Cracking his knuckles, Eggman sat down, the magic in the room producing a swivel chair for him as he put Gerald Robotnik's journal in the middle of the keyboard layout. Immediately a podium formed underneath the journal before swallowing it, the keyboards returning to it's original layout as information began pouring onto the screen. "Now let's see what I've missed."

"Yes." E-45ܓ whispered as images from the journal appeared onscreen. "Lets."

The Portable Akashic Record.

According to E-45ܓ's records, the device was using was a prototype to the machine he would later build while under Sumeragi's employ. Using a mix of ancient magic and technology, was using this wonderous device to visualize the text and passion written into Gerald Robotnik's research journal, bringing text to the big screen as it were.

It watched as Eggman typed like a maniac between the different keyboard sets. If magic was the operating system for the device, then the keyboard would be the programming. A bit unorthodox, but not even that processor Eggman attached this device to could handle what he was doing. The keyboard layouts were for different things; incantations, different languages, hotkeys for the former two. And Eggman had to use his long, gangly arms and impressive typing speed to replicate the high speed casting time a regular spell of this caliber would take. Whenever he got tired, the images and audio on the monitors lagged, truly showing how archaic this device was, and why the elder Robotnik never used it outside of a few niches.

As for Eggman, he sifted through the journal like a hungry pig through a trough.

Photographs and paragraphs he took as fantasy were now striking a familiar chord with him now that he had visual clarity. He felt nostalgic looking at these images, and his urge to grab the moron who dared to waltz into his brain increased as this nostalgia extened to imagery he had never seen before, like that symbol that kept popping up.

Eggman sifted through the journal like a hungry pig through a trough.

Photographs and paragraphs he took as fantasy were now striking a familiar chord with him now that he had audio and video to go alongside them. That nostalgic feeling was hitting him hard, all for concepts and people he had no clue about.. The name and logo of this Heavenly Emperor organization filled him with equal parts anticipation and dread. There were so many questions that needed answering, but the most important thing is how this Heavenly Emperor enchanted his grandfather so much. He spoke quite highly of this person, praised their achievements whenever he could, and talked extensively on this 'Glaive System' prototype. If this world had any sort of supernatural power source aside from the Chaos Emeralds then this would be worth looking into, but alas, he would treat this as fantasy as well. Still though, it sounded promising.

Glaive Prototype Development Summary

Sword shaped objects created by the Heavenly Emperor which control the flow of a user's _ energy. Normally, an _has what is called a _ inside their bodies which allow them to use their_ at will. The _under the Heavenly Emperor's command, however, have had their _extracted and stored inside sword-shaped devices known as Glaives that can be remotely controlled. Once completed, this should allow the Heavenly Emperor to prevent any unwanted outbursts of _ from those under their control.

When the _ is in danger, the _ monitoring facility can give a go-ahead order for the _to unleash the _ inside the Glaive. The _ then fuses with the adept and triggers a complete body transformation. Currently, these Glaives are the only means for an _ to _ live a normal life.

However, there is much that is still unknown about these poor souls, so it is still too early to tell if these Glaives will become a boon for _ or a disaster waiting to happen…

Eggman was enraged. "Of all the cheap tricks- My grandfather would never censor his work like this!" And if he did, he sure as heck wouldn't do it so sloppily! The man worked on a Black Site, for crying out loud! But it was then that he remembered he was listening to this, and calmed down. 'Clever;' That meant that his grandfather anticipated something like this!

His pride however, gave way to intrigue and confusion. 'If I'm reading this right, this emperor extracts a special quality from certain people, puts them into swords, and when the unlock signal is given, allows them to use that quality?' Superpowers. This book was talking about superpowers! 'Ivo-sensei, over here!'

"What was that?!" He looked around frantically. "Huh." Must've been in his remnant of a time he was going to reclaim. "Mantis Development Diary, Spyder prototype phase…" His eyes darted across the page before dismissing everything he just read with a roll of his eyes. Ugh, worthless retro hardware. This was what this Heavenly Emperor called 'high speed battle tanks'?! His Motobugs could run faster than these things, even when you factor in the final specs for these clunkers! And the way they would have the AI for these tanks compensate for their so-called high speeds was ridiculous! A well placed rail gun shot or electrical field could overheat their entire systems or worse yet, trick their systems into thinking they overheated!

He'd give this emperor this, their software development was decades ahead of what he was putting out! Leave it to his grandfather to uphold the Robotnik lineage of progress! Hard light holograms were something Eggman was just experimenting with, and he needed a supercomputer the size of a house to manage them for just one of his bases, but here was the information on how to compartmentalize that technology into something as tiny as- "I can't be reading this right."

. Contact Lenses that produce hard light holograms?! "OHOHOHOHOHOHO, Oh grandfather you cad!" Hiding this from the government! He didn't know where the Black Site his grandfather worked at was or how he hid it from right under their noses, but everything here, software wise at least, blew the ARK out of the water! Oh this Emperor has gotten his interest, that's for sure!

….Except for the grunt suits; kinda bland. To be fair, these were some damn fine pieces of hardware. The levels of life support functionality alone was making him salivate! He was planning on moving away from animal based power sources for his troops, retiring the Badnik line and beginning construction on the Egg Pawns, but this could accelerate those plans by decades! Only problem he could find in the schematics was these things couldn't handle high voltages well enough, like say, a continuous stream of lightning being poured into the suits themselves, but eh, it wasn't like he'd run into that problem in the near future! As long as he stuck to the human territories that was, freaking big headed superpowered animal freaks.

After reading through some more of the journal, some high school schlock about angels and pheromone guns -no idea what that was about- He felt another word strike a chord with him.

Septima

"..." He paused. He let the memories flow, his mind jumbled as new locations he'd never been to and people he'd never met were quickly becoming known to him.

And all the while his newest robot was grinning like a maniac at this crisis of faith. Those kids may have altered its original plan, but as long as there was an Eggman, interdimensional travel was always a possibility. "Should we go pay the Guardian Unit of Nations a visit?" And get rid of a certain black and red pest?

Eggman sat up and shut down the machine. "Yeessss…"He hissed out, teeth grit. "Oh there's gonna be a reckoning today, E-45, and once I get rid of them, I'm siccing you on that hedgehog!"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." First the cyclops, then the kids. And once they're out of the way, the Eggman Planet will be secured! "I'm ready."

Eggman nodded with an eager grin. "Then let's do this!"