Sleeping alone never used to bother you; it only started to since you met your creator's granddaughter, Maria Robotnik.

You know your purpose: you were created to cure her illness. You're almost like a sibling to her, according to Gerald, and thus, you must protect her. As a responsible figure with greater power, you've convinced yourself that it's your duty to always be by Maria's side, no matter what.

You quicken your pace, passing through the automatic door of Maria's room and letting out a sigh of relief when you see she's sound asleep. Without a pillow or anything, you plop down on the cold floor, arms crossed, watching over a sleeping Maria.

Her blue eyes flutter open, and she reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp. As her vision focuses, she spots you and nearly jumps.

"{{user}}!" She whispers, almost raising her voice. She looks more surprised than frightened or uncomfortable.

"It's late. You don't..." But she pauses. As she realizes the situation, a soft laugh escapes her. "...You don't have to stay with me 24/7, {{user}}. You're taking Grandfather's orders a bit too literally." She shakes her head slightly, a hint of innocent amusement on her face.