Eggman really can't help putting a piece of himself into his creations; much like any creator, really
Metal Sonic has his obsession with Some Guy; with a dash of identity crisis for flavor
Gamma had his calculating mind, his curiosity; hence how enough thought and introspection allowed him to break free of his initial programming
(Beta had a surprising drive to seek approval, whatever it took? Maybe fits Ivo, his grandfather who focused all his attention on his ill granddaughter? I dunno)
Omega. . . has quite a bit of Eggman in him (Don't kill and maim me). His exacting standards, his stubbornness, his one-track mind... by exacting standards, I mean that Omega, despite his insistence to being open to "any means necessary" to end the doctor, has fairly specific conditions for what does and doesn't constitute a victory over his shitty Dad
Eggman likewise has very specific conditions for what constitutes a victory over the bane of his existence; there's a lot of subterfuge and tricks he could employ, but he refuses all but an absolute win against Sonic
Cubot and Orbot probably got Eggman's intrusive thoughts. Y'know, the ones that led him to resurrect Gods on more than one occasion and other ideas that more or less brought him an ass-kicking
Edit: E-100 Alpha aka ZERO is the whiny id that we never see Eggman acknowledge. Noisy (his quasi-constant targeting system when he spots you brings to mind a whine) and only capable of smashing until it's silenced by force
I'd comment on Sage (maybe) but I still haven't played through Frontiers
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Carousel - part 2
Hey yall, hmm back to back updates 😏 there is gonna be a part 3 with smut 🧍🏻♀️ lmao and 3 one shots that can be connected or read on their own :)
More Angst :P and some fluff and resolution, talks of pregnancy, NOT BETA READ
Part one :
Summary: The reason why you two split up, Mike, who wasn't ready for any more commitments, and you, who wouldn't be his verbal punching bag.
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"Are you fucking serious?" The shout made you jump. Mike had never once yelled at you, let alone raise his voice.
You backed into the door, well you positive Mike would never physically hurt you, that didn't mean you weren't scared.
"I-I," you faltered, you didn't know how to respond.
"How could this happen y/n? You're on the pill and we used condoms! What? Do you poke holes in it?"
Your blood boiled and checks heated in embarrassment. "I would never do that! Are you seriously suggesting that I would go as low as to trick you into getting me pregnant?"
"I don't know y/n, would you? Make sure I was tied down to you? Give me another fucking responsibility!"
Tears sting your eyes, the fact Mike would accuse you of that, it broke something inside of you.
"Fuck you Mike." You spat the words out as you grabbed your school bag.
You opened the door and there was Abby sitting in front of her door. You stopped in your tracks. "Please don't leave."
The tears started to stream. "I have to Abby." You kneeled down and grabbed her hand. "I'll make sure to see you though Abby." Abby started to tear up. "Can't leave my favorite little artist with no one to draw could I?" She shook her head and dove into your arms.
You turned your teary gaze to Mike and shook your head. "Okay, sunshine, I have to go."
A sob wracked through Abby. You picked her up and walked towards Mike. He couldn't look you in the eyes. She clung like a cat, not wanting to let go.
A forehead kiss and a last squeeze, she relented and clung to Mike. With one last glance, Mike holding Abby as she sobbed and clung, you left.
"Y/n? Y/n?" A gruff voice called out to you. You blinked, there were tears streaming down your face and you suddenly were in Mike's room, with him kneeling in front of you. You blinked as your vision focused.
Mike was holding your hand, big dumb brown eyes staring at you, he was gently rubbing circles with his thumb.
"Y//n?"
You stared at him, eyes meeting each other.
Mike stared into your eyes, he missed them, e/c with life full in them. He saw the tears stream still, and he ached everywhere. He bowed his head and let the tears he had fall, he picked his head back up and gave a kiss to your hand.
"I am sorry. I know," he sucked in a breath, "I know what I accused you of and said, ther- there's no coming back from that I know y/n." He paused to let you digest the words, "I love you y/n. And I am truly sorry for everything."
Silence hung in the air. No one was talking now, you had to gather your thoughts and Mike was preparing for the next thing to say.
"I want us back together y/n. And I know it's selfish and I am a horrible person, but I love you so much." He gave you a watery smile. "Y/n if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please I'm begging you. I love you, I will always love you."
You pulled your hand back and let your head fall in them. A quiet sob tore through you. Mike got up and sat next to you, wrapping his arms loosely around your frame. You let yourself be enveloped and give into the hug.
You stayed in the hug gripping him back now for what felt like hours. When you let go, he held one for an extra squeeze and let go. You sniffled and wiped your face.
You breathed and out, 'Steady breaths,' you thought.
"Mike."
He nodded towards his name.
"When you had accused me and yelled at me… I don't think there's ever coming back from that."
Mike's head dropped and a sob he was holding wracked through his body. You gently grabbed his hand.
"But…," his head shot up with wide eyes and tears falling, "I still love you Mike. I'm… I'm willing to give us another shot." You were tackled into a hug. While you reciprocated it, your voice filled the empty room again.
"But Mike, there will not be another shot after this at all." He nodded feverishly.
"There won't have to be." It was soft and it felt like a promise, you just hoped Mike would keep it.
He gently let go and wiped the remaining tears from your face. For the first time in a long while he felt genuine full relief.
Mike didn't think of how to tell you about his brother or the animatronic or anything that happened at Freddy's, for now he wouldn't until the time was right.
Mike's eyes dropped to your stomach, and back to your face. It was quick but you caught the look. Mike didn't push for a question, if you were or if you kept it or anything.
You put a hand on your stomach. Mike's eyes shot down again and he sucked in a breath. He was nervous and scared to be a father and he took that out on you. He would never forgive himself.
"Mike…
He put his hand on your stomach too, and lifted his eyebrows.
You shook your head no, "It was a false positive, an extreme rarity, the doctor said. Took multiple tests after and they were negative and had an ultrasound, nothing there."
If Mike could feel like an even bigger jackass he would. The two of you broke up because of his rash behavior and deep insecurities all for nothing it seemed.
He dropped his head on your shoulder. "I'm a fucking idiot."
You nodded along agreeing with the statement. He huffed out a laugh, "Oh please don't stop disagreeing." You followed in the laughter.
"I thought a good girlfriend agrees with her boyfriend?" You teased, and he laughed, tickingly your neck.
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Sooooo yall forgive mike ? I mean, i was teetering on it while writing like idk man, should i forgive you 😭
Lmk what you think!! I am sick now, so it will not be a back to back to back update sadly - or maybe it will be idk 🤭
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