(6 years later...)

Deep in a distant…Unforgiving jungle, far from the bright lights and comforts of Station Square, the beautiful, azure waters of Apotos and the vast, nigh endless deserts of Shamar…Buried deep under the dense, dark undergrowth like a fossil deep in the heart of the Earth and laying under the beautiful night sky…Lay a small lab…It was constructed deep in the heart of a gargantuan tree that overlooked a small crystalline lake…it's walls were constructed from thick, white metal. And on the large doors that were the only entrance and exit?

A great insignia was there, one that showed the smirking red face of a man with a wild moustache, small full moon glasses and mechanical goggles that stood up on the man's head…however there was something else…Just under the face of the man, was the silhouette of a fox's head…And two thick, bushy tails.

Inside of the lab, a man sat at a small oak table…His figure was rotund and pudgy, his head and face matching the logo displayed on the doors…Doctor Robotnik was alive…

His great sausage like fingers, twiddled and messed with a small piece of unrecognisable machinery…A small mess of wires, cogs and a metal frame…It's purpose not yet known to the doctor…The gears of his mind grinded and moved…The hairs of his moustache pricked up…

With a swift motion he cast the machine aside, it's small frame shattering against the wall of the lab in a shower of metal with a noise akin to dropping a large pile of coins.

"Dammit! How can I not do this?! It's just a mess of cogs and gears…Far beneath my technological prowess…But…How can I not do this anymore…What the hell is wrong with me?!" he exclaimed, sagging down in his chair…His hand entered his coat pocket…From it he pulled out a small, albeit rather battered photo…In it was the Doctor himself, his moustache was neatly trimmed, he was thinner, more well built and smartly dressed…And then there was him…

Robotnik let out a deep sigh as he saw the picture…The very sight of his son brought unimaginable emotional agony, bottling up deep inside of him…

"Hmmm…He must be 8 or 9 now…Poor kid, he's probably forgotten me already and moved on." He whispered, a small tear running down the Doctor's grime ridden face.

He was sick of this hell hole…He hated it, hated it so much that he could feel his mind slowly, but surely growing more and more unstable the longer he had spent in this place…He had only barely survived the destruction of his home and that had already fucked him up mentally…He had been forced to send away his own son, blood or not and that damaged him…Then came the months and months it took to construct this makeshift home from what remained of the nearby salvage…And then…Was the waiting…The solitude…The silence…It unnerved him…

Robotnik had been stuck in this deep, dark green hell hole for 6 long, painful years, not knowing what day or time it was…All he could go off of was counting…And it was getting to him…The paranoia and slight twinge of insanity was beginning to eat away at his mind…He was desperate for something to happen, anything to happen…He give everything just to be able to leave this place and see his son again…

However…Robotnik's ear perked up as he heard a mysterious noise, a faint chuffing noise…One that grew louder…And louder…It was almost akin to a helicopter…He rushed to the doors of the lab and opened them slightly…It was a helicopter…He could recognise the silhouette of it as it hung over the night sky…However, the Doctor's face went white when he felt a sudden ray of light wash over his face and the lab…It was a searchlight and it was pointing directly at him.

Robtonik felt terror wash over him…Volatile and touchy like dynamite, he rushed back inside of the lab and backed up against the wall. Clutching at his heart…Was he about to die here? What was going to happen to him? Was he going to be taken away? Imprisoned? Executed?

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard a yell of,

"Go, go, go!" from directly outside.

The lab doors flew open with a crash like the sound of a cannon, 5 figures burst through…Robotnik looking down to see the small dots of laser sights locked on him...

The figures were tall…Imposing and darkly clad in armour which varied in colours from jet black to silvery grey…Their faces shrouded under gasmasks, the eye lenses glowing a deep red, they held long, intimidating looking rifles which locked in formation…Pointing at his chest.

And emblazoned on their shoulders lay a familiar logo, one showing a white capital g, surrounded by layers of red, blue, black and white…It was G,U.N.

"Well done gentlemen, the target has been located…You may leave now." A new, unfamiliar voice said…It was cold….Seemingly uncaring of the situation that was occurring around the owner.

Robotnik saw the men lower their weapons and leave coldly and without a single word…like mindless automatons…

In strode a man, late 50s, small frame and with a grey moustache and mutton chops…He was dressed formally and in all grey, medals emblazoned on the right of the man's chest.

"Hmmmm…I see time hasn't been kind to you Mr Robotnik….Pleased to meet you by the way." The man said, smiling kindly, his deep blue eyes gazing into his very soul…Giving off an aura like that of…a predator…

"Who are you and what are you doing here? I haven't been on G.U.N's radar at all!" Robotnik barked back, unnerved by the man's gaze and angered at the circumstances he was in.

"Oh, apologies. Where are my manners, my name is Grendyl. Howard Grendyl. I'm the commander of G.U.N and I've been looking for you for quite some time. You see…we are looking for somebody…Somebody who I believe you know very well…A two tailed fox if I am not mistaken?"

"What do you want with Miles?!"

"Ahhhh…So you do know him…Thought as much from that…Logo on your front door. You see…He is vastly important and we require his…Unique gifts. We know he won't trust us, naturally…But he does know and trust you…At least he did…The poor boy thinks that you're dead, and that he has failed you."

Robotnik felt a tide of sadness stab at his heart…That sentence hurt…It really hurt…Miles had thought he was all alone…for 6…long…years.

"How do you know?..." he choked out, trying to keep down his tears.

"Drone footage, spying, classical espionage stuff. We do have a black ops all over the world you know? But we haven't come just to…discuss the past…We are here to offer you a proposition."

"What…"

"Come with us, work for us, try to draw the boy's attention and we will ensure that you see your boy again…We both win in that scenario do we not?"

The cogs in Robotnik's mind turned as he thought of what to do…He would have to go against his very own son…And…Hand them over and work for gun…But he couldn't stand this place any longer…he needed to get out of here…he needed to see his son again…So after a minute of silence…he spoke…

"Okay…I accept your offer…"

(Knothole village)

The dawn broke over the small community of Knothole, the beautiful orange haze covering the land as night gave way to daylight. The stars and moon gradually disappearing, fading away into the changing hue of the sky.

The streets were as quiet and desolate as the grave, dewdrops hung and fell from the plants, as green as emeralds. Flowers were beginning to bloom in numerous shades of incandescent colour. Spring had come to Mobius.

Inside one of the many, cozy little houses, Miles "Prower" sat at a little wooden desk, fiddling with a small machine…It was a clockwork robot, it's shape made to resemble the dolls that his close friend Cream the Rabbit would play with, his little hands fiddled with the device, sliding cogs into place, slowly screwing and unscrewing tiny bolts and nuts and winding gears to achieve the motion he wanted the automaton to have.

"Almost…there…" he whispered, grabbing the last of the teensy cogs, holding it between two small fingers and sliding it into place with a small click, closing the small hatch where the cog had been placed in he sat back and admired his work…Cream never had the money to buy toys, but she could always rely on him for some.

"I hope that was good enough dad." He muttered to himself, his brilliant azure eyes gazing down upon the small contraption.

Six years, six entire years had passed but he never forgot, how could he? Robotnik was the most brilliant man he had ever known and in all likelihood ever will know, but sadly he wasn't there to witness him slowly begin to grow up.

He was taller now, hazel patches and rings of fur emerging on his tails and his face, hands and ears as a sign of him growing up, as well as noticing his canine teeth growing sharper and sharper alongside his nails. Just a few more years to go and then he'd begin to go through puberty.

He was donned in attire not too different than the garb he wore during his time on the Death Egg, a red jacket with a white t shirt underneath as well as white gloves, black trousers, socks and black and white shoes, all that was missing was the goggles.

He stood up, brushing himself off and walking over to his bedroom mirror and stared at his reflection, a small smile emerging on his face as he remembered the words of his father,

"You're a Robotnik now Miles, just like me."

"Yeah…I know…At least in clothing if not in spirit." He whispered to himself, trying to shut out those horrible memories of that horrible, horrible night.

He didn't want to change his attire that much, he wanted to honour his long deceased father, he may not have been able to save or protect him, but he had to find a way to make it up to the man who had taken him in when virtually nobody else did, the survivors guilt clouded his mind still, making him still believe himself as unworthy of the title Robotnik and even then he still dressed like one, a pale mockery of the man, in the words of his subconscious in those long, dark nights.

A wonderful smell wafted into the boy's nose, pancakes, fresh pancakes on the frying pan…He just had to be first…However he was in for competition…In the room next to him, he could here the sound of rushing feet.

"You won't get there first Cream!" he exclaimed merrily, bursting from the door of his bedroom.

"Like heck I won't, worry about yourself Miles!" an excited voice shouted back.

Miles saw her grin as they left their room's at the same time, with a rush forward Miles lunged towards the staircase, the speed bamboozling the rabbit, but clearly not enough as she followed suite at just as strong a speed.

The crashed down the staircase, their heavy footfalls creating a bang like a bomb going off, while Cream was a very swift footed rabbit, Miles had the edge, he reached the bottom first, sprinting down the hallway and into the open door of the kitchen. Cream following behind, a small look of disappointment on her face.

"There you two are, did you have to make as much possible noise as you could on the way down?" Vanilla said in a stern, but motherly tone, looking at both her daughter and adopted son/nephew/whatever. Her hand keeping a hold of the frying pan.

"Sorry Ms Vanilla…We just know you make the best pancakes…we wanted to try and get there first." Miles gasped, clutching the wall to catch his breath.

"Yeah, Mum your pancakes are amazing, you know that." Cream replied, equally exhausted from the adrenaline fuelled rush down the stairs.

"Well alright you two...Sit down on the table and I'll hand them too you."

Miles grinned with satisfaction…It was going to be a very good day indeed…