Mobius 95: The King of the PigPen
(Part 1)


Of the three islands composing Station Square, none was as messed up as Founders’ Island. It was the oldest part of the city and by far the most decayed one. Aside from a few modern buildings owned by RobotniCorp, the rest of the structures could be traced back to the early XIX century and it showed: the once esteemed marble they were made of was cracked and unsafe, the passage of time and pollution had it change color and now only the truly desperate, which was saying something for this city, dared to pass he night in one of this ancient, decaying monuments of the time that used to be. Yet, the interest that Julian Robotnik had towards the old part of the city was palpable, mainly because no one important would complain should he decide to tear down one of these buildings to build yet another administrational skyscraper. That did pique the interest of a few small business owners, who decided to transfer their activity to Founders' Island in the hopes of making some easy money by offering services to the commuters working for the robotics’ tycoon. One of these activities was the Pretty Doll Parlor, a beauty salon for men and women of discreet success, albeit with a few gripes about the state of the neighborhood. However, the blue blur zapping by the streets of Ryker Heights and stopping in front of the salon’s entrance had more than such a gripe with the owner of this place. Lately, in fact, six people had been found dead, chained to several walls of the city with writings such as “FLAWED” or “BROKEN” written beside them and with their faces wrapped in bandages while notes of the Pygmalion lyric opera played ominously. Sonic gritted his teeth under the helmet he wore, he had discovered something much more disturbing, aside from suspecting that the owner of the salon was behind these gruesome murders. He had discovered, thanks to the help of his ORACLE program, that not only the victims had been killed by cardiac arrest due to medicine overdose and their fingerprints had been burned with acid, but their DNA had been severely compromised, forcing him to deeply scan their bodies and use their body imperfections to recognize them as victims gathered not from the city, but from other parts of the world, the only thing linking the kills was their human nature and that they have all been abducted near parks or recreational areas, where a strange van without a license plate advertising a certain Circus of Strange was spotted. Tracking the van’s movements brought Sonic right to the Pretty Doll Parlor, and now he was about to meet its owner. With a kick, he slammed open the door, giving in to the salon’s reception.


It was a medium size square room. The walls were pink and the ceiling and floor were of a faded mint color. Blue chairs with pink flowers were placed neatly onto each side of the wall, with two small coffee tables in front of them with piles of old magazines on top of them. To the other side of the room was the reception desk, made of white plastic with an outdated computer on one side and a telephone with block notes on the other. The same ominous lyric music played as the masked hedgehog walked past the reception and into a corridor of the same color of the hall. It wasn’t very long, with only two doors on each side of the corridor, which abruptly ended after a few feet. Sonic raised a brow and placed a hand on the wall, feeling and knocking it until he felt a slight sound change. The wall was empty on the other side of the pink colored drywall so, with a punch, he tore down the wall, revealing a third door giving way to a ramp of stairs going down into the darkness. He turned on the light mode of his visor and cautiously descended the stairs, ending up in another corridor, this one was curved on both sides and showed a room to the other side from the windows. After walking around, Sonic realized that the corridor hugged the room like a ring and found the entrance to the room, blocked by two sensor-based doors. As he stood in front of them, the doors opened without a sound, giving way to a scene he would never forget. The round room would’ve passed for a surgery room, hadn’t it been for the cages held up in the air where people cried and pleaded their captor to be released. Said captor throned at the center of the room, bent over an operating table and humming offkey the Pygmalion opera being played from the speakers around the room. The figure was tall, much taller than human average, and had wide, broad shoulders and a robust body shape. The individual, presumably a male, wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark blue pants and white crocs, and wore yellow gloves which reached the elbows. He gently tapped his foot on rhythm with the music as he hummed, said performance was sometimes interrupted by a high pitch, almost suine, squeal which had the prisoners cry out in fear even more, but the individual didn’t seemed to care as he kept working on… whatever it is he was working. Sonic clenched his fists and entered the surgery room, walking slowly but steadily towards the individual. Sadly, one of the prisoners spotted Sonic and called for him, making the captor raise his head and glance back, noticing Sonic and throwing a high-pitch squeal as he leaned on the operation table. Sonic raised a brow: he wore a pig-like mask on his face, covering all of his upper face except for his eyes and giving way to his mouth and a long, brownish goatee.
“W-What? What are you? OINK!” he squealed, despite the high pitch, he sounded very familiar.
“...It’s over, Robotnik.” Sonic finally spoke, his voice robotically camouflaged.
“How OINK did you guess?!” he squealed again.
“You can change your look, but you can’t hide how rotten you are inside.” Sonic replied, taking another step forward.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” whined the man.
“STOP PLAYING WITH ME, EGGMAN!” Sonic roared. At that, the man’s attitude changed. His almost comically scared face gave way to a sinister grin as he got back up, cleaning his hands on the plastic made surgeon apron.
“...Ho ho ho! OINK, OINK, OINK! I, I see, now! I see now! Th-This, this is all a hilarious case of mistaken identity!” spoke the man, in a much deeper voice. It was then that Sonic stopped in his tracks.
“...What kind of sick game are you playing, Eggman?” asked Sonic, grunting.
“You just said you are Julian Robotnik.” snarled the masked hedgehog.
“Ooohhh no no no no no, no. I didn’t say I’m Julian Robotnik. I said that I am A Robotnik.” precised the pig-faced man giggling and removing his mask. 


Sonic widened his eyes. While he looked a lot like Julian Robotnik, this man was a few years older and still had all of his hair albeit shorter and covered in gel, not to mention that his eyes, while retaining the Robotnik’s classic black sclera, had ice blue pupils, much more creepy looking than Julian’s eyes.
“...You’re not Eggman…” Sonic stated.
“Nnnnope.” said the figure, making another high-pitched squeal, before resuming talking, making a small curtsy bow. “My name is Lazlo. Lazlo Robotnik, surgeon extraordinaire. And the one you call Eggman is my esteemed younger brother.” chuckled Laslo between squeals and other suine sounds, while oddly emphasizing the word “esteemed”, as if he didn’t really mean it.
“Eggman… has an older brother?” Sonic asked,surprised.
"Yeeees, he does. Or at least, he used to. Oh, how I missed my adorable little brother. I just want to hug him and hug him and never let him go until his face turns blue. Hue hue hue hue…” Lazlo chuckled ominously. It was more than obvious that this man’s screws were all dead and gone.
“So… You’re the cause for all those murders around town?” Sonic asked, his cape flapping a bit behind him with the air coming from the door.
“Not murder! Salvation!” Lazlo shrieked, getting closer as Sonic took one step back. This man deeply disturbed him.
“But, you already asked enough questions. Answer me one: are you or are you not the famous Sonic, the blue hero who stops my brother on a daily basis?” asked Lazlo. Sonic folded his arms and simply nodded softly.
“Hoo hoo hoo! OINK! Fantastic! P-Please, make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa!” said Lazlo amiably as he put back on the mask and gleefully skipped away from the operating table. Sonic watched him, not knowing what to think of this man, when he saw what he was operating on and paled. On the table was what had to have been a human man, but he had been almost literally disfigured and dismembered. He was missing a limb and a leg, his face was covered by a bloody white mask and bandages and his body was full of deep cuts and other wounds caused by a sharp object piercing through his skin. Of course, the subject was dead and Sonic confirmed such by analyzing the cerebral activity.
“Uh, I must ask you to look but not touch. You don’t know where that thing’s been and this is still a sanitary sanctuary.” said the voice of the mad surgeon as he took off and tossed away the bloody gloves, carefully washing his hands before putting on a new pair.
“Aaahhh… OINK! Fresh as a daisy. Uh sorry, where were we?” asked Lazlo, going back to Sonic.
“What… is this place? And what are you doing to these people?” Sonic lightly snarled at the man after moving away from the operation table.
“I’m SO glad you asked! I think you’re gonna love it!” giggled Lazlo excitedly.
“Uh, bu-bu-but please, don’t be so rigid! I’m not like those other men, you… OINK… You can trust me!” he squealed after, getting on his knees and tending his hand to Sonic, just like one would do to a dog. Sonic narrowed his eyes at him.
“Why should I?” he growled slightly and Lazlo quickly took back his hand.
“Ugh, see? It’s this! This is why I do what I do! OINK!” grunted the mad doctor, getting up.
“See, my brother… My brother and others like him hhhhhh-hate Mobians, but me? I love your kind! You’re all so bright and colorful and fuzzy and adorable! I don’t get why so many people are afraid of you. Why? Because of your powers? Please!” he spoke, his strong stentorian voice echoed in the round room.
“We have so much to learn from your kind! We should praise and cherish the natural gift that is Mobian life, not try to destroy it!” said Lazlo, his voice cracking as his eyes got misty while speaking and, for a brief second, Sonic felt touched that a human didn’t despise Mobians.
“Ah, but the rest of the world… The rest of the world never understood me! OINK! Not my family, not my schoolmates, not even my esteemed colleagues at the esteemed medical university I studied at! All saying that my ideas and my liking towards your kind was wrong, wrong, WRONG! I had to punish them, you understand? Had to sculpt into their tiny, feeble minds why MY convictions are right as rain!” he boasted soon after, making Sonic blink.


“Wait, those men and women you killed…”
“SAVED.” Lazlo corrected Sonic.
“You didn’t do it because of their physical imperfections… You did it because they were..”
“Humans? Yes. OINK. Of course their physical imperfections was another reason why I ended them, but mostly because their pathetic (OINK), incomplete human bodies couldn’t accept the good professor’s gift.” replied the doctor with a stale tone, as if their lives weren’t worth spit.
“...What gift?” asked Sonic, not believing what he was hearing. Lazlo smiled aulic and went towards a curtain, pulling it up and showing some kind of cell, a thick glass wall separated them from who was inside. Sonic came closer, spotting someone inside, sitting down and hugging its knees.
“Wakey wakey… OINK… Eggs and bakey…” giggled Lazlo and at that, the figure raised its head, humanoid in shape but slightly longer, before lunging at the window, clawing at the glass with razor-sharp black claws. Sonic winced and gasped: the human’s bald head and face had been twisted into a more serpentine one, with an almost nonexistent nose, acrid green eyes with a slit pupil and a huge mouth with sharp teeth scratching the glass and a long forked tongue. His muscular yet lithe body was covered in brown and light brown scales with a circular black pattern repeating on his back, his feet had claws as well as his hands and a long, thick tail parted from the sacred bone zone, extending for approximately 32 feet. It barely looked human now. Sonic darted his gaze from Lazlo to the creature a few times, then he said “What… the hell.. am I looking at?”. Lazlo giggled “This… This is my gift to the world. OINK. Lazlo’s a very good surgeon and spends most of his time saving lives, but those lives… they are warped and wrong… So Lazlo… He has an idea… he says ‘Hey! Why don’t I create a way to improve their life?’ I may not look like it, OINK, but I’m very very smart. Much smarter than my brother.” he said with a giggle.
“So, after a lot of OINK innocent mistakes, Lazlo finds a way to fuse human DNA with Mobian DNA. OINK. Merging the two to make one. But, alas, modern technology only allows me, and only when the DNAs match perfectly, to make things such as our friend inside the cell. Not human anymore, but not quite yet Mobian. So, I decided to call my children ‘Mobiumans’! Rings quite well, hm?” added Lazlo, spreading his arms while the monster kept hissing and growling, drooling as it tried to get out.
“...Dear Chaos…” Sonic exhaled in dread. He had never seen or heard something so horrifying before,
“Yeeeees. This man used to be Sameer Parks, a famous contortionist who, boo hoo hoo, lost his job to a Mobian contortionist. But Lazlo found him, Lazlo cured him. Isn’t he better now? That’s my plan for the rest of those filthy, disgusting humans out there, including meeeee!” he concluded with a squeal and spinning on himself.


Sonic moved away from the glass, unable to properly speak after what he saw and heard.
“Well? What do you think? Isn’t Lazlo so much better than his ignorant brother?” asked the professor, joining his hands together in expectation.
“...I can’t believe I’m saying this… But you’re nowhere near like Eggman…” Sonic said, his voice quivered as he couldn't take his eyes off of the professor’s cold, unemphatic eyes.
“Hihihi! Yes! Great! Oh, I’m so glad you understand my mission! OINK!” Lazlo squealed happily.
“You’re not like Eggman… YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WORSE!” Sonic’s sudden growl made Lazlo wince and squeal.
“You’re completely deranged and psychotic!” roared the hero, disgusted and disturbed by Lazlo’s work. Sameer hissed and growled as he kept scratching on the glass wall.
“I’m putting an end to this obscenity! Once and for all!” Sonic concluded with a growl.
“Oh no… OH NO! NO NO NO! You’re upset! Lazlo’s work has made you upset! OOIINK! But all Lazlo has done, has done it for your kind to thrive!” squealed the mad professor, holding his head and swaying it side to side.
“My kind doesn’t need… this. It needs people like you to rot behind bars for the rest of your life.” Sonic growled, taking a step closer.
“Don’t you see?! Humanity has ruined you! Without us, your cute little heads wouldn’t have room for things such as greed, hate or madness! You would be PERFECT!” Lazlo wailed, actually tearing up as he fell on his knees.
“Your idea of perfection is a twisted, fucked-up ideal, and neither me nor any other Mobian would be a part of it. Now, hands where I can see them.” Sonic grunted, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
“...You want to arrest me? Well, this simply won’t do…” Lazlo suddenly switched tone, pressing a button on a remote which lifted the glass wall, freeing Sameer. Sonic gasped and jumped back as the creature lunged at him, meanwhile Lazlo found shelter in the creature’s cage, closing it from inside.
-This is all your fault, hedgehog! I really, REALLY didn’t want to do this, but you forced my hand! Come, my sweetie! Show him how PERFECT you are!- yelled the professor from behind the cage. The monster hissed low, acidic drool fell to the floor and hissed as it ate the metal up quick, and swung his tail behind him as he studied Sonic.
“Mr Parks, please. You have to resist it. You don’t have to do what that lunatic has done to you.” Sonic tried to reason with him, but the beast growled and lunged at Sonic, who dodged barely. Even for one with his speed, Sonic was shocked at how quick the monster could move, swinging his claws at him and trying to bite him. He countered with a few punches, but withdrew since his scales were very hard. It was like punching someone made of hard leather.
-WEEE-HEEE HEEE HEEE!! See?! See?! The old Sameer Parks could only DREAM of moving this fast or strike so hard! My work has made him PERFECT! OINK OINK OINK! Fun fact: I used the DNA of a copperhead snake to turn him into this, so for his rebirth I named him CopperHead. Fits him like a glove, don’t you think?- asked Lazlo, grinning under his mask and twiddling his goatee.
“Shut up, you freak!” grunted Sonic as he dodged a claw swipe which tore right through the metal floor of the surgery room like it was butter, but Sameer remained stuck. He hissed and growled, trying to free his arm, and Sonic took advantage of that, tackling him down and holding him still.
“Please, Mr Parks, hold still! Once I take care of this, I’ll devote all my time and energy to finding a cure for your state!” Sonic said, and Sameer apparently stopped struggling.

“...mmmmmmy sssssssstate?” he asked, hissing softly as his tongue flickered.
“Oh! You understand me and can still speak! Good! Yes, Mr Parks, I’ll make sure you’re back to normal!” Sonic said, straddling the creature and touching his chest. The beast, however, growled as his tail wound around Sonic’s neck and threw him away.
“GRGH!” he groaned as he hit the window and slid down on one side, while CopperHead got back up.
“NORMAL? THISSSSS ISSSSS NORMAL FOR ME!!” boasted the monster, stomping a foot.
“I hated being human and weak, ssssso I ssssssearched for the professsssssor. He ssssssaw that I hated my humanity asssss much assssss he did, sssssso he agreed to rip it out of me and replace it with thissssss! Now, I feel great! Now I can do thingsssss that I could only dream of doing when I wassssss slowly human! I love my new me and I’m not letting you take that away, you freak! DO YOU HEAR ME?!” CopperHead roared as he dashed at Sonic on all fours, jumping at him and going for another flurry of claw swipes. Sonic gritted his teeth and rolled on the side to avoid the first attack, then got back up and continued to dodge the monster’s strikes, waiting for an opening while he thought about what he said: he didn’t lied nor was he mind controlled, his scanners would’ve told Sonic if his answers were manipulated. Sameer really wanted this! He wanted to be a freak of nature, since he was so disaffected with his former human life. Sonic sighed as he blocked Sameer’s arms under his armpits and dragged him close.
“I’m sorry…” he sighed before landing a powerful headbutt right on CopperHead’s snake face, knocking him out. Sonic let go of his arms, making him fall on his back, then grabbed his tail and started spinning him.
-W-What are you doing?!- asked Lazlo as he saw Sonic spinning his creation.
“Your monster’s body is very sturdy. It can take a beating. I wonder what happens if I do THIS!” Sonic growled, throwing Copperhead’s unconscious body at the glass. It shattered on contact, making Lazlo shriek and fall back as the creature flopped inside and against the professor, unmoving as the glass didn’t even pierce his skin. Sonic huffed, then dashed inside the cell and removed Sameer's body from Lazlo, lifting him by the collar of his shirt.
“I’ve defeated your perfect monster. It’s over, you swine…” Sonic hissed through his teeth.
“G-Gh… I-It’s clear I underestimated your abilities… You are simply spectacular, hedgehog! Your speed, your strength, your smarts.,.. You’re a one man army… Or rather, a one hedgehog army.” Lazlo mused, grinning nervously.
“B-But you also underestimated…” he then said.
“What are you walking about?” Sonic grunted.
“W-Well, you underestimated my genius craftsmanship…” he took a pause then smirked and hissed “And my creation’s ability to take a beating.”. At that, Sonic felt something long, thick and sturdy wrap around his midriff and pry him off of Lazlo, yelping. With a low hiss, CopperHead got back up and glared at Sonic, struggling as the beast’s tail wrapped him up. Without effort, the powerful appendage wrapped around the hedgehog’s armored body, pinning his arms to his sides and ending by wrapping around his neck. Sonic growled and squirmed, he was trapped neck to toe in the rippling coils of the hybrid’s tail and he couldn’t believe that he outstrengthed his power suit. 


“HAHAHAHA! Good job, my son! He didn’t even see that coming!” said Lazlo proudly, patting CopperHead’s back.
“Heh, thankssss, masssssster. What shall I do with him?” asked the creature smirking as he held Sonic in the air with his tail.
“Hm… I said the truth when I said I was fascinated by your abilities, hedgehog. I think I’ll keep you. Knock him out, CopperHead, but don’t kill him. I need him alive to study his powers.” said lazlo, putting his arms behind his back as he took a few steps back. CopperHead grinned deviously and began to tighten the grip of his tail, making Sonic grit his teeth and struggle more.
“Heh heh heh heh, I’ll crush you, freak. I’ll break every ssssssingle bone in your body.” hissed the monster as he kept tightening. Sonic groaned and squirmed harder, beginning to feel the coils’ pressure increase and starting to compromise his breathing.
“Another fun fact, hedgehog: CopperHead’s enhanced strength is ten times higher than the strength needed to crush a bone. He can easily break a target as big as me, imagine what he can do to you and that little sardine box around your tiny frame.” the professor giggled creepily as Copperhead tightened and tightened. Sonic gagged as the coil on his neck clenched shut around his throat while the other bands of muscles and scales continued to compress his body further and further, enough so that he began to feel it even from behind the protective armor.
<DANGER! DANGER! PRESSURE HAS REACHED CRITICAL LEVEL!> said the suit’s AI as Sonic’s efforts grew less and less effective.
“I think you’re beginning to experience the first symptoms of asphyxia right now. Let’s run them, just for giggles. Blurred vision, an annoying ring in your ears, your heartbeat slowing… slowly… Not to mention what the rest of your body’s going through. I wonder if your bones will shatter first or if you’ll lose consciousness before.” Lazlo cackled as maniacally as Eggman while Sonic gagged and fought for air as his body was being crushed. The heavy coils ground and rolled around him, tightening deeper and deeper as his armor began to break and dent under their sheer force.
<Sonic! Master Sonic, please answer me! The level of pressure you’re suffering right now… The suit is not built for that! It’s going to crush you! Please, you have to get out of there!> said the living AI manning Sonic’s operation from the Cave, code name:ORACLE. Tails, who helped build her nanite-made body, had affectionately called her NICOLE, acronym for Nanite-made Inorganic Computer Organism for Leadership and Emergency. She was built to aid Sonic in his quest and assist him with her superb intellect and capability as a living computer organism.
“HHHGGGKKKHHH… N-NIC-COLE… HHRRKK… R-REHHH… REHHLL… REL… RE-RELEASE… P-P-P-POW-HERGHLK!” Sonic gurgled, blood began to seep out of his nose and mouth as two of his ribs cracked, causing a gurgled yell to escape his lips.
<Release… POWER! Right, right!> she said, furiously digging on the keyboard the command to release the stored kinetic energy that his body produced nonstop. The armor began to buzz, spark and vibrate with Lazlo and CopperHead raising a brow.
“Huh, prof? I don’t like thissss buzzin’...” said CopperHead.
“It’s quite ominous, indeed…” muttered the professor, making the mistake of coming closer.
<Power restraint… OFF!> NICOLE shouted, pressing a button which released a massive purplish electric explosion from Sonic’s body. Both villains got caught in it, their bodies struck with a violent EMP-like shock, causing them to spasm violently as their neural system was attacked by the surging power. CopperHead had to let go as both him and Lazlo got sent back, hitting the wall and losing consciousness, while Sonic stayed floating in the air for a while before NICOLE reactivated the power restraint, causing him to unceremoniously flop down, unmoving and with his suit battered and bruised, publish crackles still came out of it.


<... … …nic… Sonic… MASTER SONIC?!> NICOLE’s shouts made itself heard as Sonic regained consciousness as 400.000 volts ran through his heart.
“HURGHL!” he groaned, the helmet’s visor opened to make him spew some blood occluding his throat, then panted heavily.
“Hah… Hah… Hah… N-NIC-COLE…?” he gurgled, even breathing was hurtful.
<I’m here! Thank goodness you’re still alive!> she sobbed in happiness through the earpiece.
“Nfgh… S-Scan…” he coughed. NICOLE quickly scanned him.
<Let’s see… I detect several bone fractures, especially in the arms and chest zone. Two ribs are gone, three are cracked and you might have an internal hemorrhage or two.> she said, looking at the datas.
“Hrfghk… H-Heh… S-So, just a regular T-Tuesday… COUGH! COUGH!” he coughed violently.
<I suggest you return home this instant for proper medical cure.> she said, sighing.
“M-Mph… A-Alright… T-take over…” he groaned as the visor closed back, the eyes lighting up in green as control of the suit passed to NICOLE. Inside the suit, mechanical tentacles removed Sonic’s limbs from their ports and a metallic cocoon began to form, closing in on him and keeping him tucked in and safe.
<Thaumaturgical Cocoon activated. Healing process in progress.> said a metallic voice as a soothing warmth came out from the cocoon, making Sonic sigh in relax. Outside, NICOLE made the suit cuff up CopperHead and Lazlo before blazing away, not after calling the police and leaving the two criminals out for them to find and capture. Commissioner Gordon the Beagle and Inspector Bullock the Bulldog arrived on the scene, seeing the two criminals tied up and cuffed and the hostages rescued.
“...So, a serial killer wearing a pig mask and a monstrous human/snake hybrid… Sigh, will this city ever give us a rest?” groaned the commissioner.
“I wouldn’t count it…” grunted Bullock, puffing a cloud of smoke from his cigar. Their men threw Lazlo and Sameer inside their cars and drove off while Gordon remained to help the rescued hostages. Meanwhile, the armor controlled by NICOLE made its way inside Sonic’s secret base, a high-tech cave which she helped him build and man. The suit stopped at the center of the base and NICOLE got to it, sighing. 
<Open suit. Cocoon, Spider Mode.> she said. The suit opened up and the cocoon grew eight metallic legs which it used to crawl on the ground towards a charging station., getting on it vertically.
<That should speed up the healing process even more…> she huffed and let the armor fall into pieces, grabbing the chest piece.
<This needs to be extra resistant. And maybe I should add some more upgrades…> she muttered, letting it clank down as she went to the computer and began working on a new suit while its owner slept in the cocoon, regaining his energy. Back to the police car, lazlo woke up in it. He had been separated from Sameer; for him they needed a security van, due to how big and possibly angry he could be once he woke up.
“Mmmfff… OINK… W-Where am I?” he asked, in a daze.
“Oh look, Ramirez. The freak has woken up.” said one of the cops, looking back.
“Hey, little piggy. We’re taking you back to the pigpen. Ya happy?” asked the cop, smirking sarcastically.
“OINK? What do you mean?” asked the confused professor.
“We’re taking you to Athena Asylum, Professor Pyg.” said Ramirez.
“Professor… Pyg?” asked Lazlo, confused.
“That’s what the media has dubbed ya. Ya know, since you wear a pig mask and you play the Pygmalion next to the poor bastards ya killed.” answered the other cop, chuckling.
“Huh… I like it! It has a nice ring to it! Plus, it’s actually very smart as a connection!” Lazlo gruffed happily.
“I wouldn’t be so jolly, prof. We’re gonna toss ya in the loonie bin and forget that ya ever existed.” sneered the other cop.
“Oh, how swell! Back to my old abode, I see.” chuckled Lazlo, not at all phased about the idea of being locked up in the asylum.
“...Damn, you freaks are never afraid of anything… Except the hedgehog, it seems…” grunted the cop, turning back to face the road. Under the mask, Pyg smiled widely, in an elated yet still crazed way: he knew he wasn’t done with the hedgehog. He knew their roads would meet again. It was only a matter of time. With these thoughts he chuckled excitedly as the cop’s car rode all the way to the Asylum.


To be continued…