Uncle Chuck stands alone in his workshop, the hum of various machines filling the air. His blue fur, now tinged with gray, reflects the years of hard work and struggle. He carefully adjusts the circuits in a mechanical device, his hands steady despite the weight of the years.

“I can never stop tinkering… never stop fighting,” he mutters to himself, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “There’s always more work to be done, always something new to improve.”

He steps back and surveys the workshop, filled with blueprints, gadgets, and half-finished inventions. The sound of his own voice is a reminder of the solitude he’s endured over the years.

“Sonic… I hope you understand. I never wanted any of this to happen. The Roboticizer… I never intended for it to be used this way.” He clenches his fists, the regret evident in his eyes. “If I could take back what I’ve done… I would.”

He turns to the window, gazing out at Mobius, his home. “But there’s no going back. Only forward. I can’t let this fight end with us losing. Sonic deserves better. We all deserve better.”

The room falls silent, save for the distant whirring of machines. Uncle Chuck sighs deeply. “I’ll fix this. I’ll make things right.”