There stood Dr Ivo Robotnik, or what once had been. It had been months after the fatal explosion that killed him and his rival, Sonic the Hedgehog. More specifically, the last fight they had. He died like the egotistical scientist he always was.

Eggman, as he was more commonly known as, stood in a field of Green Hills Zone, surrounded by golden flowers, much like the ones sprouting from his slowly decaying body. With his hands on his hips, he stood next to the smoldering remains of the same Badnik that had killed both him and Sonic. He was looking up at the bright blue sky, his peach-colored cape swaying in the wind as he adjusted his glasses.

As if he sensed the presence of another, he spoke, unafraid of whatever it could be, not even turning around to face the potential person behind him. He was already dead, he had nothing to fear, especially as the genius he claimed to be.

Who goes there, and who are you to interrupt me, the Great Dr Robotnik!