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No one was upset when Eggman died. He'd terrorized society countless times, after all. He'd leveled cities, killed countless people, he was a monster, and his brain had been dangerously powerful. Many celebrated his passing.
Not Stone, though.
No, Agent Stone knew him better than anyone, cared about him more than anyone.
"Hey, Doctor" Stone said as he approached the man's gravestone with a latte in hand. The memorial had, fittingly, been egged countless times and Stone was always sure to bring a towel to sit on since he was sure that the dirt had been pissed on at least a couple times, but he still visited every day, latte (with steamed Austrian goat milk) in hand, to keep the Doctor updated on his whereabouts.
Robotnik's body had been completely destroyed in the explosion, so there wasn't even anything buried there, but it was the thought that counted.
"Oh, I had a pretty annoying customer at the Mean Bean today..."