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Robotnik’s laughter echoed down the corridor. At his workstation, Grimer smiled. It was nice to hear the doctor so happy. Aside from anything else, it kept Grimer safe. An angry Robotnik was a physical Robotnik. It rarely took much to set him off when he was in that kind of mood. Both Grimer and Snively would often find themselves in the firing line, on the receiving ends of punches, kicks or backhanded slaps from the irate doctor. Call it an occupational hazard. Grimer did, at least.
But, as far as Grimer was concerned, it was more than worth the occasional bump or bruise to work with the great genius mind of Doctor Ivo Robotnik. It was Grimer’s pleasure to serve his master. Though that was to say nothing of the debt Grimer owed the doctor. Robotnik had helped Grimer when he needed help the most, it was only fair for him to return the favour. And a life debt is a long time in the paying.
The metallic apparatus on Grimer’s back was no ordinary backpack. It was a mechanical life support system. Grimer had always been feeble and physically weak, bordering on frail. Admittedly, his green complexion was natural but he always looked sickly. It gave him a disturbing aura, in a way. It was as if he was the embodiment of near-death and disease.
But Grimer had been caught in an attack launched by Robotnik’s opponents. The doctor had never been able to pinpoint which of those accursed animals was to blame. Perhaps it was the walrus, who had a penchant for making extravagant weaponry. Perhaps it was the squirrel with her handheld device- it wasn’t beyond belief that it could fire bursts of energy. Perhaps it was even Sonic himself, generating some sort of static blast as he connected with his accursed Spin Attack.
Though Grimer wasn’t to know his attacker’s identity, he knew he’d been hit in the back with what felt like a fiery blast of laser energy. Thank goodness Doctor Robotnik’s forces had been in the area. The Badniks had recovered Grimer and brought him to their creator who had patched up Grimer in no time with the life support backpack. Remarkable science. And Robotnik had been so interested to learn Grimer had graduated with the highest marks in the history of Mobius University’s robotics course. He’d said he was looking for a new designer for his Badniks.
What a remarkable series of coincidences.
If you could believe it.
Grimer had enjoyed working with Robotnik on the new Badnik designs. Each design was a new chance to test his creative skills. Each failure was an opportunity to learn, to grow as an engineer and maybe eventually find that one Badnik who could finally destroy Sonic. Most people who make robots would tell you there is no such thing as a singular perfect design. Grimer saw those people as quitters.
His current project had been giving him quite the headache. In many respects, he felt like a failure. Doctor Robotnik had launched plan after plan at Sonic, aided by Doctor Snively and the increasing legions of Badniks. Of course, casting Sonic into the future had been quite the victory for Robotnik and his followers, though they weren’t ready to rest on their laurels just yet. Not until Grimer had perfected his greatest work, that was.
In truth, Robotnik had come up with the physical design of the Badnik. But Grimer was to be put in charge of the programming, construct and general engineering. Robotnik had faith. And when this Badnik was unleashed upon Mobius, all those who had blindly followed Sonic the Hedgehog would learn to hate his very image. They would learn to fear his silhouette, running screaming in terror at the shape of a blue hedgehog.
Grimer smiled at the thought.
Project Metallix would soon be completed.
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