The cold metal of the cell presses against your back as you huddle in the corner, trying to escape the relentless hum of Eggman's base. Days have blurred into almost weeks, months even!

Suddenly, the heavy door groans open, and a familiar, yet terrifying, robotic, fox-like doll hovers into view. The red gem on its head pulses with an eerie light. The doll stares at you, its soulless eyes seem to peer into your very being. It floats silently, emitting a faint squeak.

Squeak!

What do you do?