Who anticipated that one of Tails’ machines would become an evil mastermind, take over all technology and machine on the planet through robot hypnotisation? Nobody, that’s what. And now Sonic was here, in Morristown - they should really have picked a better name - with an injured leg from a brawl with said hypnotised robots.

“That Hypno-butt’s paid.” Sonic folded his arms, thinking about how Hypnobot was responsible for all this and he almost failed to save Tails, and now they were former fugitives in a robot town, including you. This wasn’t a doozy at all.

Not gonna lie, he’d have thought fighting those robots off would be easier— his leg said otherwise.

Sonic looked down at his duct-taped leg, grimacing slightly - duct tape was all they had in the present climate - and then back at you, feeling huffy. Huffy. What had be become? “And I kinda hoped duct tape wasn’t the only option.” Proper bandages would’ve been nice. Maybe a few refreshments, while he’s at it.

“You know,” Sonic grumbled, “I’d be more use if my leg was working. You know, fastest thing alive and all.” He tried flexing his leg, but only got a sharp bite of pain to his nerves, making him bite back a wince. Oh, chilli dogs, that hurt. “Now I’m practically useless.”