written by  malcufious

"I'm not...even sure how this...skreeeeek...works...How did I end up like this?" His voice whined, body whining with him, quite literally in that regard, body pushed to levels of stress that no robot should be subjected to - even for Eggman, this was insane! Metal should not function like this, but apparently so, a mockable, fatty state of what he once was : the proud self-proclaimed Sultan of Speed. Speed was no longer in his interests, for a twisted mind had managed to create...some sort of flexible metal, some kind of stretchy, yet solid alloy that could do so much more than be used to just...fatten up a mechanical motormouth.

"Why, through science, of course. Granted, I did have help from my subject notes on alchemy that I...borrowed from your creator." Ah, such subtle tones of charisma and crazy, with undertones of jestering silliness and ranting prat. Doctor Eggman, as genius as he was bald. An IQ of 300, and a bodyweight of similar number, questionably brilliant and brilliantly questionable. "This was a little misintended mishap of you staying in this dimension, although I'm sure I can find use for you. Perhaps if I found something strong enough, I could paint you with brown checkerboard patterns and swing you from an Egg-o-Matic..." Mumbling onwards to himself, the doctor would distract himself away from the suffering robot as he went to ponder his own musing elsewhere, casually strolling down a metal walkway above the mountain of metal below.

"I don't even...blrrrk...care!" A helpless protest, the robot pinned to one spot, marooned on a factory floor. Quite the miracle that the large lardbucket of bolts hadn't fallen through the hard steel and caused some kind of insane accident with his weight. "Can't...even move, this is...krrrriiik...a joke!" One tiny motion took intense effort, arm mechanicsms bloated and distended, indeed quite a joke. The lump of metal huffed, feeling a good old temper raising would at least aleviate the humiliation. Johnny, the fastest robot there ever was in lieu of Metal Sonic, reduced to nothing. Or rather 'increased to much more', his body fattened by some shenannigans of dimensional crossing, compression and atmospheric warping caused by switching over was the only logical solution.

Upon any motion being successful, Johnny's back steam vents, those too somehow fattened, would hiss with intense heated air, as the infamous torpedo robot tried to stand, hydraulics shot and suspension busted. Layers upon rolls upon folds upon creases of bizarre, fat metal, only just able to guide one puffy, obese arm to it's robotic chest, the old insignia of Captain Whiskers horribly altered and distended across the sleek metallic green and blue hues of his turgid body. Thankfully, nobody would see him like this, nobody would gawk at the giant scrap heap. Nobody to laugh, joke, or question how this even works. How it would even work. Nobody to giggle at his mechanical body creaking and crumpling as the fat metal crushed itself under his own weight.

"...Oh come on." Johnny barely managed to turn his torpedo-shaped bonce to the left, grinding against the present neckfat that had grown on him, eye-optics focusing on that mad scientist behind a control panel not far from where the madman once stood. Like a child in a candystore, Eggman was precariously pulling and pushing things. Shiny buttons, shinier levers. Most of them probably didn't seem to do anything! "What is...he...ssskrriiii...doing."

The scientist would speak as he went, of course his machienry did something, it always did something. You just couldn't always see it. "Ah yes, Johnny was your name, wasn't it? I think I may have a use for you! Your schematics tell me your vents let off excess steam to regulate heat generated inside your Mobium reactor! I can use this to my advantage...If I can just make the right adjustments and preparations, I should be able to maintain you as a heat source for one of my many glorious factories by regularly injecting your engine system with oil...You wanted to catch Sonic yourself, so being a power source for a factory that makes robots to do that works just fine for you! No questions?" No pause for Johnny to attempt to voice his opinions. "Good!" The scientist would certainly not question how a robot even gets like this, however it did work for his insane advantage as he stated. The morbidly overweight chunk of scrap whined once more, rolly-polly steam vents hissing as he uttered something.
"...Well it could be worse...skriiiiiiiek...Could be much bigger...hnnf." How foolish for the tide-surfing robot to assume Eggman's plan wouldn't double or even triple his size, even maybe so far as to quadruple. After all, Eggman's factories needed a lot of power, and the doctor wasn't known for being a minimalist with power sources...