Robot Rising

"Eh- What?!" the robot exclaimed. "No, you're supposed to untie me! Don't drag me along like some pet, I'm your enemy! Mobian vs. Machine and all the jazz? I'm planning to kill you!"

He grabs and drags him. "Blah blah blah, we'll talk later. Right now we are going to DISABLE YOU." He knew he wasn't actually going to do that, but playing with the robot was fine with him.

"We should be able to meet people there who can."

(Insert It Dosen't Matter from Adventure 2)

"Oh, come on!" the 'bot reacted. "Why not talk now, huh? I-I'm sure we can figure something out, heh heh!" It kicked its legs and dug its heels into the ground in some desperate attempt to fight back.

"Who does "we" even refer to?!" it snapped in a dramatic tone.

He kept dragging him, and soon, they were at a place, away from the robots, a peaceful place. It was were the survivors went, if they ever made it there. 

People gave stares at the robot, whispering horrible things. They soon made it to the mechanical repair, and put it on the table. "Disable his weapons." He told him, while the repairman nodded, disabling his weapons.

(Sorry for being afk for long)

"Gah! Hedgehog, c'mon, this is so humiliating!" the robot complained. Its weapons were its pride and joy, and now they were useless.

"At least untie me now please..." it demanded angrily. If it was going to be humiliated and weakened like this, it at least wanted to be able to move freely. So far it was not enjoying any of the attention it was getting - and boy, it was gonna get its revenge for this treatment.

He untied it, but was immediately put it in a cell, downstairs. "Unless you don't fight back,  we'll think about it!" The guards told it.

"Well, you're gonna be in here for a while." He told it, locking the cell.

It pouted in a childish way, sitting down and folding its arms. "This is such a bummer," it muttered to itself. It was going to be so boring down here, and if it had to spend too long down here it might just end up malfunctioning from insanity.

So it crawled into the corner, holding its legs to its chest as it frowned immaturely at anyone outside of the cell. 

Well... at least its arms were free, now.

"Do you wanna get out?" He asked. "Then you have to be like everybody else pal." He interrupted before he could say his response. He threw the key to an unreachable place, for anybody in the cells to get.

A robot came down, picked it up, and walked away. "Thanks Robbie!" He thanked him. He leaned on a wall, facing it, with his arms crossed. He smirked.

"Be like everyone else?" the 'bot asked, tilting its head. "...You mean be a goody-two-shoes organic? No way, bro!" The thought disgusted it.

"Bro?" He asked. He chuckled and then grabbed a taser. "Does this amp you or hurt you?" He asked while aiming it at him.

"Uh..." the robot 'gulped' before grinning nervously. "What level of voltage is it on? You might only end up giving me a power boost if you're foolish enough!"

Indeed that was true, but also too much voltage meant that its circuits could fry.

He discarded it, instead he grabbed a pistol. "This?" He asked politely.

"Depends on the bullet," the hedgebot said with a mischievous smirk. Some bullet ricocheted right off of him, others... well, others could pierce parts of his armour plating.

"Well, your court time is coming soon, so enjoy this while it lasts." He told him, walking away.

At 11:00, the robot Robbie walked in with the key, and told him. "Quick, before they spot you!" It then ran upstairs, being shot from a guard.

"Huh-what?" the 'bot responded, clearly feeling way too confused. It watched as Robbie was shot, but decided to tackle the guard and take the gun. 'No powers, huh? Well, I'll just be like the rest of these bone-bags then...' it thought smugly, running to find an exit.

By a house nearby, slept Turqoise. He didn't hear anything, but it was wise to stay quiet, since he was a little bit of a tattle tale. 

One of the guards tried to tackle it.

"No, thank you, not today!" the 'bot said to the guard, dodging the tackle attempt.

It made a run for it, still angered by its current lack of power. It ran near the house where Turquoise slept; facing the guards and fleeing was utterly embarrassing, so the machine wanted to make itself feel better.

Probably by attacking some other weaker organic life-form.

Sadly, he woke up, but didn't see him, and went to the kitchen. He grabbed out a knife and chopped some vegetables.

It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but considering it was open could mean anything.

The hedgebot ran to the house, using it as an attempt to hide from any guards who may have been chasing him.

Once realizing the he was now safe, he let out a dramatic "Phew!" and stood himself up, dusting off ay dirt as if he actually cared about how clean he was.

And, from where he was, he caught sight of Turquoise easily. His eyes flared brightly as he grinned.

He put his knife away, noticing it, but just said. "C'mon dude." He then got the knife, and threw it at him, but he was still tires, so it just flopped.

The machine watched the knife drop, staring at it on the floor for a few seconds before grinning at Turquoise and wagging his finger in a strange manner.

"Bad throw," he mocked.

"Sonics dead." He told him, tackling him. "Now, get back in there-" grabs knife. "Or!"

"Or what?" the robot grinned, shoving him away forcefully.

He would try to grab a chair and bang it on his head hardly, causing it to break.

Once more, the robot moved swiftly out of the way and giggled.  "You took too long picking that up!" he taunted. "Try making a faster move!"