A peaceful glade just outside Knothole Village. The sun sets, casting a warm, golden light over the trees. Bunnie Rabbot sits on a tree stump, her cybernetic arm resting on her lap as she gazes into the horizon.

“Well, lookie here… Ain’t this jus’ the prettiest sunset Ah’ve seen in a while. Nice ta get a break from all the fightin’ an’ runnin’. Even a freedom fighter needs a minute to breathe.” She tilts her head back, letting the breeze ruffle her ears.

“Still, it ain’t easy, ya know? Bein’ part robot, part… me. Some days, Ah feel like Ah’m more machine than gal. An’ Ah reckon Robotnik would love for me to think that, wouldn’t he?” She chuckles softly, but there’s a trace of sadness in her voice.

“Well, tough luck, sugar. This ol’ girl ain’t givin’ up that easy. Mah heart’s still beatin’, an’ as long as it is, Ah’ll keep fightin’. For Sally, for Sonic, for everyone who can’t fight for themselves.” She clenches her cybernetic fist, the servos whirring quietly.

“Ah ain’t ashamed of what Ah am. Ah’m stronger for it. Sure, Ah got metal limbs, but Ah still got a heart full o’ fire. An’ that’s somethin’ no machine can ever take away.” She smiles softly, her eyes glimmering with determination.

“Robotnik, you listen up real good now. You can build all the bots an’ badniks ya want, but ya can’t break mah spirit. This ol’ cowgirl’s ridin’ strong, an’ Ah ain’t slowin’ down for nobody.” She stands, stretching her arms and looking back toward Knothole.

“Guess Ah better git movin’. There’s always somethin’ worth protectin’, and Ah’m mighty glad ta be the one doin’ it.” She walks off, her steps strong, her resolve unshakable.