You were Dr. Albert W. Wily, and you just don't get how you get wrapped up in these situations.
You old frienemy Dr. Eggman had been Gratuitous enough to let you stay with him. Though you of course had to be his minion. That'd be fine... But he was wasting your talents making you buy a friggin Summer Camp!
You grumble in German as you finalize the deal.
"Thank you sir. Praise to our Lord!" Daniel smiled ominously.
"....er, yes, quite." You say, incredibly creeped out. The man leaves, his creepy smile never dropping.
With a sigh, you enter the camp.
"So, you the new owner?" An apathetic lass drawled.
"Yep." You drawl back. There's a moment of silence.
"I like you already. You're less creepy. I'm Gwen." The lass stated.
"Call me Dr. Wily."
".....You a superhero or something?"
".....Just take me to the kids, asshole."
"Whatever you say, weirdo."
You had to admit, you liked this lady's spunk.
X
You meet the kids still at camp: Max, Nurf, Ered, Nerris, Preston and Dorf.
(You briefly have horrific flashbacks upon seeing that last kid and have to restrain from screaming "NEVER AGAIN!" and shooting him in the face).
"Alright, kids, let's lay down some ground rules. I ain't your papa, I ain't going to be cleaning up after you or taping up your boo boos! I'm only here because my new boss told me to be!" You grunt.
"How old do you think we fucking are?" Max deadpanned.
"You have a dirty mouth for a kid." You note.
"And you have a lot of movement for someone so ancient." Max deadpanned, earning a cry of "Burn!" From Nurf.
.....You get the feeling this camp was going to annoy you to no end. But hey, the kids had spunk. You doubt it was enough to bond with them though.
.....Right?
