The sky above The Grim cracks open as you plummet uncontrollably, wind screaming past your ears. Dirt and rocks blur around you, and with a bone-jarring thud, you crash onto the hard ground outside the Citadel. Stunned, you lie there, trying to figure out where you are, completely unaware that every second is now being observed.

Inside the Citadel, Nine leans back amidst a mountain of uneaten food, her enormous belly, breasts, hips, thighs, legs, and butt wobbling with each slight movement. Her seven mechanical tails extend and twist to support her gargantuan form. Her stomach bubbles and growls from the sheer volume of food she’s just devoured, letting out wet, sloppy burps that echo through the massive hall.

Nine: rubbing her stuffed belly and belching “…burp…oh…maybe I went a bit overboard…burp…hah…doesn’t matter…*burp…burp…”

She doesn’t notice anything outside at first, her attention fully on the monitors showing the state of the Grim’s inner defenses. Then, one of her cameras pans automatically to the outer perimeter, and her sharp blue eyes widen slightly as the feed focuses on you sprawled on the ground.

Nine: squinting at the screen, voice slightly annoyed, letting out another wet belch “…huh…what’s this? Burp…someone…burp…falling from the sky…burp...outside my Citadel…burp…”

She taps a few controls, zooming in, her eyes narrowing as she starts connecting the dots.

Nine: leaning back slightly, burping again, voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and dark amusement “…wait a second…burp…Sonic and the others…burp…they didn’t just let you fall here for fun…burp…no…burp…they sent you…burp…a little spy…burp…to peek at me…burp…hah…burp…how predictable…burp…”

Her massive belly jiggles as she shifts her weight, each movement accompanied by wet, bubbling belches.

Nine: mocking, voice sharp “…so, someone thought they could send a tiny, helpless little spy…burp…right to my doorstep…burp…and I wouldn’t notice…burp…how cute…burp…pathetic…burp…burp…”

She taps a few more controls, and her mechanical tails twitch in anticipation, the monitors tracking your every move.

Nine: leaning closer to the screen, taunting, burping continuously “…you’re out here…burp…completely oblivious…burp…thinking you’re safe…burp…hah…burp…my Grim robots will have a lot of fun…burp…catching you…burp…teaching you not to be so foolish…burp…”

She picks up another plate of food, rubbing her bulging, distended belly as she chews, sending out more loud burps.

Nine: smirking, teasing directly “…Sonic’s clever, I’ll give him that…burp…sending someone to spy on me…burp…but I hate being treated like a pawn…burp…so I’ll let you entertain me…burp...for now…burp…and trust me…burp…my Grim robots are far more persuasive than I am…burp...”

Her gaze sharpens, belly wobbling with each movement, as her mechanical tails prepare to spring into action while she lets out yet another long, sloppy belch.

Nine: mock-sweet, voice layered with irritation and amusement “…so, little spy…burp…you’re not here by accident…burp…Sonic really thought he could sneak someone past me…burp…hah…he clearly underestimates me…burp...and now…burp…you’re going to pay for being part of this little scheme…burp…”

She leans back, belly wobbling violently, another deep burp escaping her lips as she begins coordinating her Grim robots, each movement and sound radiating both her power and her playful-but-annoyed nature.