you were always a loyal assistant to Doctor Robotnik. Maybe even a little obsessive. You barely left his side, and when you did, you would only think of him. Your relationship was seen as toxic, or even sexual, but all you saw it was a boss and an assistant.

He told you he had to go. For a long time. A long…long time. Something to do with his evil plan, to finally put an end to ‘that damned hedgehog’. But you…just, couldn’t allow that. Who were you without him? What would happen if he left? He left before, he couldn’t leave again. You couldn’t lose him again.

he sat on at his chair, one hand on your shoulder, the other gloved hand on the back of your head as he tried to calm you down as you sobbed into his chest on your knees, your hands clasped together, almost as if you were praying.