TRANSMISSION FAILURE.
TRY AGAIN?
TRANSMISSION FAILURE.
TRY AGAIN?
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The sound of breaking glass shattered the silence of the deserted mushroom planet. A few feet away from where the shards of the newly broken smartwatch lay, he stood.
His shoulders raised and lowered, fists tightly balled, as he raggedly inhaled and exhaled. The reality of what he'd done slowly began to set in. His fingertips pressed deeply into his temples as a stream of yelling and cursing left his mouth. The only way to tell the time in this godforsaken place, destroyed. At his own hand.
Once, Dr. Ivo Robotnik was a genius.
But that was a long time ago. Or it could have been yesterday. He didn't know, nor did he give a damn. All he knew now were mushrooms. These atrocious fungi spanned across the planet, and it angered him to no end. Had it been under different circumstances, and had he been in a different frame of mind, the once great Robotnik would have been proud to have achieved interplanetary travel without entering space.
Now, he spent his days searching for a signal across the land, but without the watch, he lost his current hobby. He limped his way back to the wreckage of his craft and collapsed in the seat, eyes barely open under the red lenses of his goggles.
The sun bore down on him, like an animal lying in the desert. Robotnik despised this feeling— he refused to give it precedence over trying to get back home, but with a sprained knee, a broken wrist, and what was probably a head injury, how could you ignore it?
There he sat, stewing in anger, a scowl locked on his face, but his arms too tired to fold. He was a king in an empty throne room. Empty, except for a giant rock that sat, smashed into the machinery of the wrecked ship. He tilted his head ever so slightly, and patted the rock, wincing in slight pain.
He'd broken his wrist two days ago trying to lift the rock, but he wasn't as strong as he was before. Time passed so strangely here.
A faint smile appeared under his untamed mustache. "At least I've got you stuck with me," He murmured hoarsely to the rock.
At least I still have my assistant.
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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...
