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Stone grimaced as he read an email Robotnik had received. Some general wanted to cut back on funding for Robotnik’s work and had sent a heads up to be cocky. The agent knew that was not going to fly with the doctor, so he didn’t tell him and took matters into his own hands.
Stone combed through information on the general who had proposed such an asinine idea. Spotting signs that pointed to an affair in his credit card records, Stone began to draft an response email. The agent highly suggested that the general should rethink his suggestion. He also mentioned how the general should propose to triple Dr. Robotnik’s budget instead or his wife might hear about certain business expenses.
The next day, Robotnik was ecstatic. His budget had tripled overnight for some mysterious reason. He couldn’t wait to tell Stone.
But Stone wasn't in the lab. The lab wasn't even booted up and there was no fresh latte waiting for him.
Robotnik felt rage bubble up. How dare Stone be late, how dare he not show up to hear the exciting news, how dare…
Robotnik’s phone buzzed with an email.
Dr. I. Robotnik,
Your personal assistant and bodyguard, Agent Stone, has had his position terminated, effective immediately. Recent reports of inappropriate workplace behavior have surfaced which have shown that Agent Stone is not a good fit for GUN because he has shown dangerous behavior to other agents and military professionals. For your safety, his access to all buildings has been revoked.
Your new agent will be there at 10 o’clock sharp.
Walters.
Robotnik felt pure rage and anguish.
Stone was fucking gone.
Stone’s job had been terminated; effective immediately, he felt genuine terror for the first time since he was a child. A wave of emotions crashed over him. It felt hard to breathe. He felt unsafe. The lab was too dark and suffocating all of a sudden.
Stone had just saved his life more times than he wanted to count and now he had to have a new assistant?
He was unable to process anything because a chipper lady with bleach blond hair walked in. She was all chatter and tried to shake his hand.
Robotnik had never been more angry in his life.
This woman was not capable of helping him let alone do everything else Stone had done.
She wouldn’t break into his house with dinner like Stone did.
She wouldn’t drug him so that he would actually sleep like Stone did.
She wouldn’t kill for him like Stone did.
She wouldn’t love him like Stone did.
Robotnik spat, "Get the fuck out of my sight."
The lady faltered, but eventually did as she was told. Robotnik tried to reach out to Stone, but he didn't get a response. That was so much worse. Did Stone think he had rated him out?
Robotnik started to program all his weaponry to target GUN officials instead of the enemy. He wanted to take out the whole damn organization if he couldn't have Stone.
He noticed that Bad Agent Lady came back from where ever she had snuck off too and had brought him tea. Robotnik ignored her, secretly hoping this was also some massive nightmare and he would wake up to see Stone had drugged him again.
Then the lights cut out and he nearly screamed. The whole day was shaping up to be absolutely miserable. It was five long minutes of painful darkness. He felt something brush his shoulder, but instead of scaring him even worse, it was almost soothing. When they came back on, the woman was gone.
He scanned the room to see if anything else was a miss because hey he was going to die but at least she had died first right?
Badniks charging, desk, overturned chair, Stone, more badniks.
Wait.
“Stone!” Robotnik exclaimed, unable to hide his relief.
The agent stood by the doctor’s desk, his usual attire of a black on black suit had a small spatter of blood on the collar.
“Hello, Doctor. I apologize for my tardiness today, someone revoked my keycard’s access.”
“Oh forget about all that, come here!” Robotnik threw his arms around Stone and squeezed him so tight the agent was pretty sure he would be bruised the next morning, “You have wormed your way into my life you fucked up man.”
Stone beamed at his words when Robotnik pulled back from the hug, “You are not allowed to leave. Ever again.” He angrily smashed his lips against Stone’s in what was generally considered a kiss.
Stone kissed back, greedily, gently adjusting for a more comfortable kiss for both parties.
When they finally broke apart for air, Stone kissed his forehead and whispered, “they can’t get rid of me that easily,” before insisting that the doctor sit down, “you’re pale and breathing erratically sir.”
Robotnik shook his head but said, “I have just had a hell of a morning. I probably have whiplash and it is barely 10:05!”
“Please sir,” Stone said as he righted the chair, and gently pressed Robotnik's chest so he would sit down. Robotnik collapsed into the chair, but kept one hand out to grip Stone's hand. He was afraid that the agent would disappear again. Stone stood closer than normal, giving Robotnik's hand a reassuring squeeze. The doctor looked up at him, but stayed seated. He turned his attention back to the email he had received, drafting a reply with one hand as Stone watched over his shoulder. Like it was supposed to be.
Walters,
YOU CAN RIGHT FUCK OFF.
Agent What's-Her-Name is dead already.
Don’t touch my agent again or I’ll blow this planet up.
Dr. I. Robotnik.
While he reinstated Stone as his agent through slight government hacking, Robotnik ended up giving Stone blanket access to his lab, not that he really needed to because the badniks would have let him in anyway. He also sent a picture to Walters where he flipped off the camera. Stone stood in the background, clearly working in the lab.
Was it childish? Yes.
Did it make Stone smile? Also yes.
His inbox pinged with a reply almost immediately.
Robotnik,
At least let Agent Stone write your emails since he is reinstated. For a man accused of stalking, breaking and entering, murder, manipulation, and blackmailing government officials, he is more polite than you.
Walters.