There it was- a sleek black box sitting on the doorstep of the office. It had been laying there for about five days. Stone found it to be a miracle that nobody stole it, but then again, no one ever came up here. Every day he opened the door ever so slightly, just to see it there, the tears stinging behind his eyes. He hated that box. Seeing it made it real.
Robotnik was gone.
It had now been a week since Dr. Ivo Robotnik traveled to San Francisco. He still hadn't returned. Stone grabbed the box and slammed the door shut, and leaned against it. He knew exactly what was in that box. It didn't matter how small and insignificant the contents seemed. His hands still trembled as he clutched the black package.
For seven days, Stone lingered around the office. Seven days of coffee, seven days of disgusting takeout, seven days of waiting for Robotnik. He had the absurd hope that one day the doctor would slam open that door, and even if he were scuffed, tattered, and torn, Stone would be overjoyed to have him back. But for now, he was absolutely boss-less.
Knowing Robotnik, any other assistant would be happy to be rid of him, but not Stone. His body ached from trying to sleep in a rolling chair, and without his trusty electric razor, his facial hair threatened to evolve into a fully fledged beard. In essence, the usually clean cut Agent Stone was a mess, but remained faithful despite conditions. He tossed the box on the cluttered desk and stared at it, through weary eyes. "I knew you'd come," He whispered to it, voice groggy from underuse. "just not when we needed you to."
Carefully, he lifted the top flap of the shiny box, and sharply inhaled.
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Always There
FanfictionFor a week now, Agent Stone has been concerned about a man- a man who to the government never existed. Conversely, during the same week, on a different planet light years away, Dr. Ivo Robotnik has been missing a man- a man whom he's never missed be...
