SNAP!!!
You don't get it! Why went you go to sleep you see memories of this…mockery?
These scenes that happened but so different of what you remember? And since when you were married? Or Sonic and Rouge were weed adicts?! Why did you piss in the moon?!
I offer my attempt at this idea. I hope you all enjoy.
Snap!
You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplets
hit the fucking Earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too.
Doctor Eggman woke with a start. Another one of
those dreams had happened. Ever since the Shattering and all those
other Eggmen's memories had started invading his brain, his sleep had been filled with dreams of his other selves, losing to Sonic and his friends again and again
and again. It was starting to get annoying, until the
strange dreams had started.
They had started... not normally, but they had been more tame in the beginning. A version of himself who had found Shadow and used the Eclipse Cannon to threaten the planet, much like he remembered it happening, but this Eggman had a wife he missed. Strange, yes, but not completely unthinkable. This Dream Eggman, for lack of a better name, had threatened the planet by stealing the stock of every corporation while also firing the Eclipse Cannon at the moon, which Eggman didn't entirely understand, but he'd assumed that it was just the strange logic of dreams mixing in with genuine memories of another Eggman. But then there was the
other version of that Eggman's life he'd been seeing.
Somehow, that version of Eggman had gone through the events with the ARK and so on
twice, and the second time had been far, far worse for the man. His wife seduced by Shadow and Rouge, his nudes posted online, his...
anatomy revealed to be completely monstrous, and more besides. At the end of it all, he was just a broken man left alone in the empty void of space. If it wasn't for the sheer absurdity of it all, Eggman would almost feel sorry for his other self. He didn't, of course, because Doctor Eggman felt sorry for no one but himself, but it was as close as he'd gotten in a long time. The next he time saw Shadow, Eggman would have to do something
special to the little rat. No one could insult Eggman,
any Eggman, like that and get away with it.
But in the mean time, there was work to do. Eggman needed to forget the idea of the Chaos Emeralds being made of marijuana or...
bodily fluids before the thought made him vomit. Did he have a memory-erasing machine lying around anywhere...?