DAY ONE ————————— IT was another evilicious day at Dr. Robotnik’s Fortress. Robotnik was sitting at his throne anticipating the return of his two main badniks, Scratch and Grounder, in hopes they have caught Sonic the Hedgehog. His expectations weren’t too high, though, knowing those two. “Where are those boron-built buffoons? They should have returned hours ago!” Robotnik growled to himself. By his side, his lackey monkey badnik, Coconuts, responded, “Hell if I know, Doc! Knowing those two, they probably--” Robotnik cut off Coconuts before he could finish his sentence. “You fool! I was talking to myself, not you!” Coconuts cowards at Robotnik yelling at him once again. Meanwhile, outside the fortress entrance, Scratch and Grounder had just walked back to the fortress, but they were in really rough shape. It was apparent that Sonic had beaten them once again. “Boy, Scratch! That hedgehog really beat us up good, huh? I’ve got quills pin places I didn't even know I had!” Scratch was in no better shape than Grounder was. “Oof, I just wished he didn’t use that accursed Sonic spin on us! Ouch!” Scratch exclaimed as he plucked a blue quill from his arm and head. “Man, I don't know how we’re gonna explain this one to Doctor Robotnik…” Grounder groaned as he opened the door to the fortress. The first thing they were greeted with was a loud growl. “IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU TWO BOLTBRAINS SHOWED UP!!!” “Bawwwk! S-sorry we’re late, doc! We were--” Before Scratch could get any more words out, Robotnik interrupted. “Don’t bother explaining yourselves! Let me give a wild guess...you failed to catch that miserable blue pincushion...again.” The two cowering badniks shook their heads “yes” as a huge shadow of the doctor loomed over them. “And let me guess again. The hedgehog also wrecked you two into submission...AGAIN.” “Ughh, we’re sorry Doc…” Scratch sighed in frustration as he finished pulling out the quills from his body. “Yeah! We’re sorry!” Grounder responded. Upon hearing this, Robotnik’s blood began to boil. “Sorry? THAT’S all you have to say?! SORRY?!” Robotnik boomed as he towered over the two quivering badniks. “Listen to me, you hopeless hunks of junk! Next time, you’d better catch Sonic and his two-tailed fox friend, or else...THERE WON’T BE A NEXT TIME FOR YOU! AM I CLEAR?!!” Scratch gulped and whimpered quietly, utterly scared stupid. Just then, he felt something warm and wet run down his leg. Scratch looked down...and gasped. He had just oiled himself! “Oh, crap…” Scratch noticed the mess he had made, and blushed a deep red as he covered his face. After seeing Scratch’s accident, Robotnik paused and stared for a bit at the embarrassed badnik. He then noticed where Scratch had leaked...right onto his priceless Persian rug! “AAAH! My priceless Persian rug! You fool!” Robotnik boomed as he jumped up and down in anger. “I-I”ll clean that up, Doc!” Scratch stammered as he got up to get a rag. Just then, Robotnik grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him back. “Please! I didn’t mean to do that!’ “Don’t bother, Scratch! Since you seem to like wetting yourself on fabrics, i've got just the thing for you…” With that, Robotnik dragged Scratch across the room to the janitor’s closet, slamming the door behind them. Grounder and Coconuts looked at each other, and walked over to the door to eavesdrop. “I wonder what Doctor Robotnik is gonna do to Scratch, Coconuts!” Grounder whispered as he placed his ear to the door. “Well, whatever it is, Grounder, it probably ain’t good!’ Inside the cramped closet, Robotnik was rummaging through a bunch of cleaning supplies while Scratch looked on in fear. “Ummm...just what exactly are you looking for, doc?” Robotnik quickly responded, “I've been saving these from my childhood, and I figured now would be a good time to use them! Think of this as your punishment for getting my things wet!” Scratch’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait...what?” And with that, Dr. Robotnik pulled out something that Scratch would dread seeing. “Ah, here they are!” Robotnik turned around as the object he was holding came into view. It was a package of old diapers! Scratch’s jaw dropped at the sight of the package. “What?! Uh-uh, no way! I’m not a baby! No way I’m wearing those horrid things!” Scratch shouted. “Then perhaps you'd like to make an appointment with the robot compactor? Cause I think it's pretty hungry right now!” Robotnik threatened as he threw the package to Scratch. “NOW PUT ONE ON! NOW!!!” Scratch blushed as he obeyed Robotnik’s order. “Y-yes, boss…” Outside the door, Coconuts and Grounder were still eavesdropping. Just then, the door swung open, pushing the two out of the way. Robotnik walked out of the closet, with Scratch following not far behind. Coconuts and Grounder got up off the floor, and then noticed Scratch, now diapered up like a baby, and blushing heavily. “Okay, listen up, everyone! As you can see here, Scratch is under my strict punishment.” Robotnik pointed to Scratch’s diaper. “And whoever laughs the slightest will receive the same punishment! Am I clear, Dingbots?” Coconuts and Grounder respond with “Yes, Doc!” as they salute him. “Coconuts!” Robotnik pointed to him. “I’m hereby demoting you from sewer patrol to diaper duty! And if you let out even the slightest complaint, I’ll reduce you to mercury!” Coconuts gagged a bit upon hearing this, and glared at Scratch. The chicken’s eyes shrink as he mouths the word, “Sorry” to him. Coconuts flips Scratch off. “Boss...is there any way to get my leak repaired?” Scratch shyly asked Robotnik. He responded with, “I’m going to call the best badnik repairman i know. Unfortunately, he lives on the other side of Mobius, so it may take a week for him to arrive.” Scratch cringed. Seven whole days wearing diapers until the repairman comes? It couldn’t get any more humiliating than this. “I'm never gonna live this down…” Scratch grumbled to himself as he went to his bedroom to get ready for bed. Looks like it was gonna be a LONG week.