#tiny-robotic-eggman

[sonicsbluehoneybuns]

"Merry Christmas..." Egdrik gave a slight smile, "How are you, huh?"

"And  Merry Christmas to you too~! Feel a lot better, thank you. How are you feeling?"

[doceggman]

"I don't see a hole in your chest..." The plush had obviously taken that comment quite literally.

"Oh no no no, you're mistaken. It's a figure of speech, a metaphorical hole that's a result of emotional conflict and need for the ever elusive sensation of self fulfillment."

[sonicsbluehoneybuns]

"Mori?" Egdrik noticed that the Hedgemeleon seemed rather ill. Was something the matter? "Are you... are you okay?"

This hedgemeleon looked a lot hairier than a regular regular Mobian. And her eyes seemed to glow despite any shadows that would have cast on her face. She laid on the floor curled up. Upon hearing his voice her ears perked up and she turned towards him.   “Anons, dear,” she said lightly, trying not to sound sick, “They got me…again.”

[doceggman]

"You look... familiar...." The plush blinked in confusion.

Dear gods, was that a talking toy? No doubt a robotic, of course. There wasn't any way a toy could be sentient. At least no way Eggman had been aware of."Funny you should say that." He said with a squint, trying to assess some sort of origin of the small creature."You look exactly like me. Where did you come from?"

[sonicsbluehoneybuns]

Egdrik held out a small trinket to the Hedgemeleon. "Found this left in the street. Looks like a necklace to me. More your size than mine. Want it?"

 She suddenly smiled. The trinket indeed intrigued her interest in just a short amount of time.

  “Yes, I would love to have it. I can definitely wear it. Thank you for thinking of me.”