Hello! I'm back again with a Sonic story. A tiny bit on the comic side than my previous one and quite short, but still faithful to the robot theme.
Sonic zipped down a corridor of metallic walls and sparking wires, the thunderous clang of collapsing Badniks echoing in his wake. His confident smirk never left his face.
For him, this was just another day of the usual stuff that defines his life. Some good running, a few chili dogs, and of course, ruining another one of Eggman's world domination schemes and smashing a few bots from his most recent base.
"Seriously, Eggman? Another typic base and another batch of scrap metal," Sonic commented, rolling his eyes. It's not like he's bored of the evil doctor's schemes, but nowadays. "At this point, I'm doing you a favor with all this cleanup."
As he sent another robot flying into a wall with a spin attack, a monitor crackled to life behind him. Dr. Eggman's furious face filled the screen and mustache twitching with rage.
"You insufferable blue pest! Why must you always ruin my masterpieces?!"
Sonic chuckled. "Maybe because your masterpieces are more like... mess-terpieces? You ever think about taking up meditation than creating robots for world domination, Eggy? I bet Amy's got some yoga tips for you."
Eggman's scowl suddenly turned into a toothy grin.
"Funny you should mention her..." he purred. "I've had... a bit of free time lately. Decided to explore some new ideas actually! And let me introduce you to one of them!"
With a hiss, a heavy door on the far end of the hallway slid open. Steam billowed out as a figure stepped forward. Sonic squinted.
It looks like...
"Amy?"
But something was off.
The covered by steam figure that Sonic thought was the pink hedgehog he knew for nearly all his life was too still and too silent.
And then he saw them!
The unmistakable and soulless glow of red mechanical eyes locked directly on him.
Sonic's smirk faded and his quills twitched. "Uh... why do I feel something is about to go very, very wrong today..."