Miles slowly drifted back into consciousness, the miniature fox cub was laying down in his warm, comfortable bed. The thick warm duvet was tucked up to the toddlers chest and provided the small boy with a pleasant sense of comfort and safety.

He had been staying with The Doc-his Father…for around 2 weeks and he had never been happier in all of his short life. It was truly incredible to see this change in himself, from the extremely paranoid, frightened and damaged orphan, abandoned in a dark alley shortly after his birth, to a happy, grateful although still a little bit timid son of one of the most intelligent men in history.

He opened his sapphire blue eyes which shone like two caged stars and slowly sat up in his bed, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes as he let out a small high pitched yawn. His tails drooped off the side of the bed and lolled unresponsively like two long, fluffy snakes emerging from under the duvet, but Miles swiftly shook them and they immediately woke up and moved normally.

It was relatively dark in the bedroom, the lights had been turned off when Miles had gone to bed last night but it was still bright enough to see where he was in the room and besides, he was a fox and thus had more inclined eyesight on the level of cats.

The room smelled of parchment and paper due to the amount of books he had been reading in the short time he had stayed on the Death Egg and the smell was beginning to cling to his nose, it smelt familiar and homey.

The only sounds that could realistically be heard in the bedroom where the tiny sounds of the fox's padded feet walking across the floor to the room's small light switch as well as the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.

The click of the light switch sounded in the room and the relatively bright light quickly switched on and he smiled warmly before he walked over to his wardrobe, the metal wardrobe's door slowly opening to reveal a large supply of clothes that he was ready to wear today.

It didn't take long for the toddler to get dressed; the clothing was relatively easy to put on, they were comfortable and looked good on him. The clothing in question was a white short sleeved, cotton t-shirt as well as the ebony black trousers that his father had given him as well as a pair of black coloured socks to keep his feet pleasantly warm.

He took his white gloves out of the wardrobe and slid them both on, flexing his hands to make sure that they were on properly and he was happy to see that they were.

Then he took out the jacket which was his joint most cherished piece of clothing that his Father had given him and swiftly put it on, the noise it made as he zipped it up was satisfying to the boy's ears. He then happily took out the protective lab goggles that he loved to wear even if he didn't need to at the time.

He wrapped the dark, black strap around his head and raised the protective silicon lens of the goggles so they rested above his eyes so in case he ever needed to he could swiftly lower them over his eyes.

He closed the wardrobe and then inspected himself in the reflection given off by the iron grey metal of the wardrobe, he adjusted his bangs and swept them to the side. There, now he was almost ready, he looked presentable and wanted to do so, these were extremely nice clothes and he didn't want to scuff them up so he had decided that he would almost always make an effort to look smart no matter what he would be doing that day.

In many ways he was surprisingly mature for his age, especially considering he was barely over 2 and a half years old yet he understood etiquette, table manners and other formal behaviours that many children and even some adults lacked

He turned his gaze to the flooring next to the door where his shoes were neatly laid out for him to put on every morning, his feet smoothly slid into them without any issue at all and he once again turned to inspect himself in the reflection given in the wardrobe. Now he looked truly ready to start the day and with suave confidence he walked out the door to his room which automatically slid open for him.

As soon as he left a wonderful aroma hit his nose and he sniffed out for it…Bacon, eggs, sausages, toasted bread and fried tomatoes, it was a truly wonderful smell that was coming from the lower levels of the Death Egg's living quarters.

He walked down the small hallway, past his father's own bedroom and towards a large elevator towards the end of the hallway. He stood up on his tip toes to be able to press the keys to the elevator panel but when he finally did the doors closed with a loud hiss and then he was lowered to the next floor of the Death Egg's living quarters.

His little stomach rumbled hungrily so the boy was practically sprinting towards the kitchen and the sight he saw when he entered made his mouth water. Robotnik had made a large breakfast for the two while he had been asleep and he hadn't hesitated to make it one they could both enjoy and Ivo was busy adding some bacon to their plates when he heard the kitchen door hiss open, he turned his head to see his visibly amazed, not to mention hungry son.

"Ah you're awake, well come on Miles sit down and dig in."

Miles obeyed his Father's suggestion without question and immediately begin to gobble up his food, he had never tasted anything quite as wonderful in his life before and he was amazed that food like this was possible, his experience with food had usually been scraps of mouldy stale bread or perhaps if he was lucky a dirty, dropped slice of pizza.

"Hungry are you little guy?" Robotnik said, amused at the pace of which his son consumed his breakfast.

"Mmmhmmmm" the fox mumbled through a mouthful of food, within seconds the plate had been completely empty displaying the toddler's hunger.

"Good to hear son. Now we've got a lot to do today I assure you, today you're going to learn some valuable lessons you'll need in the future, does that sound good Miles?"

The fox's eyes immediately brightened up in curiosity and he wondered what lesson his father could be potentially referring to,

"What lessons are they dad?" he asked, the curious nature in his voice matching the same gleam in his eyes.

Robotnik smiled as he finished his own plate of food and then told him smoothly,

"You'll see, let's head to the lab first though Miles, it's where your first lesson of the day will begin and when you've learned it, you'll be a step on your way to becoming a true Robotnik, just like me, now let's go shall we? "