Meanwhile, Eggman returned to the floating Death Egg, Metal Sonic behind him. Eggman's minions, Orbot and Cubot, just stared at their master in mute shock.
"You... are you really reformed?" Orbot asked, unsure of what to think. Metal Sonic was similarly uneasy. If his father had reformed, then his purpose in life, to be a superior Sonic, may be taken from him...
Eggman said nothing. He got out of his Eggmobile and walked into his private quarters... where the seven members of the Great Order of Chaos Knights all stood, unmasked, smirking wickedly as they held the Chaos Emeralds.
Orbot and Cubot hugged each other in fright, while Metal Sonic readied for battle. "Calm down," Eggman said disdainfully, smirking and walking over to the 'Great Order.' "How was that, ladies?"
"An award worthy performance," said one of the 'Great Order,' a Mobian cat. She and the other members of the 'Order' set the Chaos Emeralds down on the nearby table and bowed to him.
"Oh, come now," Eggman said, grinning wickedly. "I couldn't have pulled it off without your help." The old women all giggled evilly, as Eggman turned to Orbot and Cubot. "You two, take these and mount them on my special throne. They'll be the power source of the Death Egg from now on."
Cubot and Orbot had no clue what was going on. But they were relieved that their boss hadn't ACTUALLY reformed. "Sure thing, boss!" Cubot said, the two small robots gathering up the Emeralds and leaving with them. Metal Sonic just stared, completely confused.
"I didn't lie," Eggman said to Metal Sonic. "I am going to bake cookies. I am going to stop fighting Sonic. Just to keep him on his toes, you're going to 'rebel,' as I will be 'unable to fully remove your hatred of Sonic from your programming.' You'll be my spy in the field, feeding me information and occassionally going to one of the bases no one else knows about for repairs if need be. We both know you'd never be happy in a passive role."
Metal Sonic partially understood. He would be allowed to fight Sonic still, both to appease his own needs and to serve his master. But... cookies?
Eggman grinned. "Trust me," he said. "With the help of these old ladies, and the cookies we're going to make, we're going to rule the world." He held up a small plastic device with a button in the shape of a cookie on top. "And possibly the universe as well..."
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