After seeing Metal Sonic, arguably his finest creation, everything had changed. The memories rushed back now, coming in bursts. The Starline fellow holding him captive had rejoiced at learning that he was remembering his life as Eggman, but Mr. Tinker had thrown sand on his metaphorical fire.

“Feeling much better, aren’t you, Dr Eggman?” The platypus whooped joyfully.

“Tinker.” He insisted. “Call me Mr Tinker. Dr Tinker, if you must.”

The Dr platypus had been greatly disappointed, and after another hour of a standoff, he finally relented, and let the Tinkerer return home. Orbot and Cubot were more than happy to follow their boss—he insisted they not call him that—back to Windmill Village. Metal, however, had not been happy, and had flown off, although Dr. Tinker would keep his door open for him.

He led the two bots down the road to Windmill Village. “Come along, you two. I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet.” He smiled, thinking of his daughter, Belle.

But he was still confused. He didn’t quite have all his memories back, he knew that for sure. Why did he make such superweapons like Metal Sonic and the other Badniks? Perhaps more memories would come back to him.