[Robotnik has found himself inside the Arcade, the glitzy, dazzling domain on the Fourth. All around him, arcade games beep and trill, their noises growing softer as he speaks as though listening to him.
When he finishes speaking, a boy's voice emerges from the closest arcade machine. The screen is cloaked with static, and it pulses in time with his voice.]
hello doctor :)
[As he speaks, Robotnik may see courier font scrolling across his mind's eye.]
I know about you and your skills youre very good at what you do
[The static clears, revealing two hands shaking. One of the hands is a pixilated approximation of Dr. Robotnik's -- the other is smaller. A child's hand.]
no subject
When he finishes speaking, a boy's voice emerges from the closest arcade machine. The screen is cloaked with static, and it pulses in time with his voice.]
hello doctor :)
[As he speaks, Robotnik may see courier font scrolling across his mind's eye.]
I know about you
and your skills
youre very good at what you do
[The static clears, revealing two hands shaking. One of the hands is a pixilated approximation of Dr. Robotnik's -- the other is smaller. A child's hand.]
its a deal