Animal Conservation Platform Isolation Deck, Mother Base, Seychelles Waters

Tails opens his eyes slowly, feeling woozy. His arms are in pain and he can't move his legs. "Oohhh... where... am I...?" he asks, sitting up to find his legs strapped to a small bed. Afraid, he yells out. "Hey! Heeey! E-Eggman!? Sonic!? Anyone!"

On the other side of a one way pane of glass, Ocelot, Snake and Kaz observe the fox. Ocelot takes a microphone into his hands and clears his throat.

"What are you? Who sent you?"

Tails jumps at the sudden noise. "Who are you!?" he cries, shaking. "Where's Sonic!?"

Snake tilts his head. "...Sonic? Is that a codename?"

Ocelot shrugs and shushes him with his finger to his lips.

"I repeat. What. Are. You? Who. Sent. You?"

The fox shivers. "I-I'm a fox! Nobody sent me! I don't know where I am! Please let me go!"

Kazuhira angrily grabs the microphone from Ocelot. "Ha! And let an intruder run free on our base!? You don't know how much shit you're in you little freak! I'll sooner spit on my parents graves than jeopardise-"

"KAZUHIRA MILLER! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Snake commands. Kazuhira rudely drops the microphone, which sends loud feedback into the isolation cell, making Tails grab his sensitive ears.

"DAMN IT, MILLER, THAT'S A FOX, YOU IDIOT!"

"MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP!"

The microphone is quickly torn from the wall by Snake, who then stares at the fox in the room, now crying. "Ocelot... how old are they...?"

The Russian shakes his head. "Couldn't tell for certain. We were able to prove that they are a fox, and it wouldn't take a genius to tell that it's a male with enough poking and prodding." he says with a small shudder.

"I don't want to know. Just the age."

Ocelot wipes his brow. "It's an estimate, especially considering the brain activity, but... the team concluded from analysis of his fur, blood and urine that his body functions very similarly to that of a human ten year old. I can't prove the validity, seeing as our guest is a bit of a special case." he says, somewhat skeptically. "If they really are the result of genetic experimentation, as I am quite sure of, then it should be imperative that we find out who created them."

"You two do whatever you want, but I do not want to see that mutant running around on our base." Kazuhira mutters, leaving the room.

Pacific Ocean, Uncharted Island

Standing at a campfire wearing the skin wraps of the local primates, Eggman sits in the sand, enjoying the solitude despite the implications.

"Ahhh... nothing quite like a sunset... almost makes me not want to conquer the world and ruin it... actually, I'll make a law in the Eggman Empire! Everyone must cease all activity to watch the sunset! Every day! How does that sound, Willy?" he rambles, turning to look at his washed up basketball. He painted a face on it with... something very dirty, and made it some spiky hair out of broken coconut shell pieces.

Willy does not offer their comments.

"Oh, your stunned silence just confirms it! My benevolence! To allow such luxury!"

Willy rolls onto their side, spilling their 'hair' onto the sand.

"WILLY!!!" Eggman screams, picking up the ball and cradling it in his arms. "THEY'VE ASSASSINATED YOU!!!" he shakes one fist into the air at the seagulls above. "DAMN YOU, YOU FEATHERED DEMONS!!!"

Northern Kabul, Afghanistan

"So, you just fall out of sky, like flightless bird, then injure two soldier, and expect be treated with respect? You are prisoner, and you will wait for captain." drones a Soviet soldier, quickly boring Sonic.

"Yeah, yeah, no loud music after seven, back by six, don't forget my lunch and always brush my teeth. Thanks, mother." Sonic says, not a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

The soldier strikes Sonic in the head with the stock of his rifle. "You play music loud ever, you get hurt! You leave room, you get hurt! You eat when we say you can eat, and you brush whenever you clean! Cyka!"

Wanted to make a quick note in this chapter to say that I am not doing this to impress anyone. I am well aware that my skills as a fanfiction author are not the best, so keep any criticism on topic, and not directed to me. I will not acknowledge insults. They can be sent by private messages, which I check about three times a year. Next chapter when I feel like making it. I don't have a deadline, and I'm making this as I go. I'm treating this as relaxed as I can without completely neglecting it.