Penance for Mako
A pair of burly robots stomped through the halls, carrying a woman in their arms. And she looked unimpressed, to say the least. To say the most, she looked mildly annoyed. She strained her arms against the grip of her captors, testing their relentless grip. She didn't fight for too long though. Nabooru knew where they were taking her, and she wasn't at all afraid.
Further on down the hall, the robots stopped and turned at the door to the auto shop room. They opened the door and hauled her inside, standing at attention, Nabooru dangling a foot off the floor between them. At the head of the room, behind a large desk, an office chair sat turned away from the doorway. Slowly, though, it turned…
And Nabooru only laughed.
Normally, Dr. Eggman could be considered an intimidating presence, if not a most bizarre one. However, instead of his impeccable red jacket and immaculate moustache, he seemed to be covered head to toe in what looked like marshmallow goo. His fingers steepled, carrying on with his usual glare of intimidation, however muted it was by the state he was in. "I suppose you think this is FUNNY," he scowled.
"In a word? Yes," Nabooru gloated, her lips curling into a grin. "That's a good look for you, Tubby."
"I'M NOT--" Eggman stopped himself in mid rant, but not before he slammed his hands against the desk, sending bits of marshmallow flying in all directions. He cleared his throat and got to his feet. "I know this was YOUR doing," he accused, walking around his desk to stand in front of her.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about," Nabooru scoffed.
"Don't lie to ME!" Eggman demanded, whipping his hand out and pointing accusingly at her, accidentally flicking marshmallow onto her cheek. "You did all this to make me look like a FOOL!!"
Nabooru stifled another laugh. "You don't need my help for that," she told him. "Look on the bright side. Now you can take your lunch with you!"
Eggman scowled, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Finally, he turned his back to her. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy making you pay for this."
"Don't kid yourself, fat-cakes," she replied. "Hurt me and you know there are a lot of powerful people who would make you pay for it."
Eggman seemed to go silent. She looked pleased. She had him where she wanted him. He would never jeopardize his alliance with Ganondorf, to say nothing of what Byrne or Shinon would do if he harmed her. It was like a golden ticket to bother him for as long as it amused her, and there was nothing he could do about it. He snapped his fingers. The two robots turned and started to carry her out of the office, dropping her on the floor. "Don't think for a SECOND that this is over!" Eggman bellowed, as the sentries slammed the door behind her. From inside the office, she could hear Eggman shouting "SOMEONE GET ME A TOWEL!!" and she smirked.
Nabooru picked herself up and dusted herself off confidently. As she returned to her room, she thought for a few moments about what she should do to him next. Glue on his chair? Sand in the gas tank of his Eggmobile? Ah, the possibilities were limitless. Back at the entrance to her room, she slowly opened the door and let herself in.
Her eyes widened.
Sitting on her bed was a big black ball, bearing Eggman's insignia, fake moustache and everything. In its eyes were digits, counting down.
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02
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Back at the auto shop office, Eggman finished toweling off his face, the satisfying BOOM coming from the dorm areas putting a smile on his face for the first time that day.
Further on down the hall, the robots stopped and turned at the door to the auto shop room. They opened the door and hauled her inside, standing at attention, Nabooru dangling a foot off the floor between them. At the head of the room, behind a large desk, an office chair sat turned away from the doorway. Slowly, though, it turned…
And Nabooru only laughed.
Normally, Dr. Eggman could be considered an intimidating presence, if not a most bizarre one. However, instead of his impeccable red jacket and immaculate moustache, he seemed to be covered head to toe in what looked like marshmallow goo. His fingers steepled, carrying on with his usual glare of intimidation, however muted it was by the state he was in. "I suppose you think this is FUNNY," he scowled.
"In a word? Yes," Nabooru gloated, her lips curling into a grin. "That's a good look for you, Tubby."
"I'M NOT--" Eggman stopped himself in mid rant, but not before he slammed his hands against the desk, sending bits of marshmallow flying in all directions. He cleared his throat and got to his feet. "I know this was YOUR doing," he accused, walking around his desk to stand in front of her.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about," Nabooru scoffed.
"Don't lie to ME!" Eggman demanded, whipping his hand out and pointing accusingly at her, accidentally flicking marshmallow onto her cheek. "You did all this to make me look like a FOOL!!"
Nabooru stifled another laugh. "You don't need my help for that," she told him. "Look on the bright side. Now you can take your lunch with you!"
Eggman scowled, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Finally, he turned his back to her. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy making you pay for this."
"Don't kid yourself, fat-cakes," she replied. "Hurt me and you know there are a lot of powerful people who would make you pay for it."
Eggman seemed to go silent. She looked pleased. She had him where she wanted him. He would never jeopardize his alliance with Ganondorf, to say nothing of what Byrne or Shinon would do if he harmed her. It was like a golden ticket to bother him for as long as it amused her, and there was nothing he could do about it. He snapped his fingers. The two robots turned and started to carry her out of the office, dropping her on the floor. "Don't think for a SECOND that this is over!" Eggman bellowed, as the sentries slammed the door behind her. From inside the office, she could hear Eggman shouting "SOMEONE GET ME A TOWEL!!" and she smirked.
Nabooru picked herself up and dusted herself off confidently. As she returned to her room, she thought for a few moments about what she should do to him next. Glue on his chair? Sand in the gas tank of his Eggmobile? Ah, the possibilities were limitless. Back at the entrance to her room, she slowly opened the door and let herself in.
Her eyes widened.
Sitting on her bed was a big black ball, bearing Eggman's insignia, fake moustache and everything. In its eyes were digits, counting down.
03
02
01
00
Back at the auto shop office, Eggman finished toweling off his face, the satisfying BOOM coming from the dorm areas putting a smile on his face for the first time that day.