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A Mobian lynx can be seen sitting on a chair in the middle of an auditorium packed with other students.
He has gray fur with black stripes, the tips of his large ears are tinged red, and his eyes are a piercing yellow. He wears a simple gray hoodie, fingerless black gloves, black cargo pants, and regular sneakers. Dark circles under his eyes make it look like he hasn’t slept properly in days.
Station Square University
POV: Adam "Simon" Stormclaw
Oh? Oh! Hey—didn’t see you there!
My name’s Adam Stormclaw, I’m 18 years old—yeah, I know, pretty normal so far, right? Except… my life is anything but normal.
Let’s start from the beginning, okay?
I’m an archaeology student—which is probably not the major you'd expect from a lynx like me—but I’m genuinely obsessed with ancient history, old texts, ruins, forgotten civilizations… all that stuff fascinates me endlessly. I study at Station Square University, live alone in a small but cozy apartment, pay my own bills and… I try to live a normal life.
Heavy emphasis on “try,” because the universe has a terrible sense of humor when it comes to writing the story of my life. The past few months have been a test of patience, sanity, and physical durability—tests I’m pretty sure I failed miserably.
If you think my life is just about being a regular college student, slow down—because that’s only the tip of the iceberg I call “My Life.” My story is… let’s say, bizarre.
To begin with—I used to be human. Yes, you read that correctly. I was a human living my perfectly ordinary life in another world far from this one. I was your typical nerd who loved books and ancient myths… until I died in the dumbest way possible: I was working at my part‑time job in a café to pay for my archaeology degree (see? I never gave up on that dream—even after reincarnating), when suddenly one of the coffee machines exploded in my face. The aftermath was… not pretty. No dramatic sacrifice, no hero moment—just coffee. Very, very hot coffee.
When I woke up, I wasn’t in heaven or purgatory—just another world, inside the body of an anthropomorphic feline. And to make matters worse, I was captured as a child by a clan of feline assassins who forced me to train in the arts of killing—dagger combat, stealth, poison, acrobatics, and a lifetime supply of bruises every time I failed at something. Do I even need to say I hated every second of it?
Anyway, the point is—I eventually got good. Good enough to use what I learned to escape without leaving a trace. I changed my identity, erased my past, and blended back into society, determined to chase my original dream: finish my archaeology degree and travel the world exploring ancient ruins.
The only problem? I had no money to survive or pay for college.
I managed to steal some of the clan’s money on my way out, but it barely scratched the surface of what I needed to function like a normal civilian.
So I was forced to do the thing I hated most: look for a part‑time job.
I went through a bunch of awful positions—jobs that paid nearly nothing and even a few that tried to convince me to work unpaid “for experience.” No need to say I rejected those instantly, right? Things were starting to get desperate… until the perfect‑sounding job appeared: assistant/secretary for a Doctor in mechanical engineering.
Everything in the contract sounded way too good to be true—but honestly… what did I have to lose by trying?
Answer: apparently everything.
Let me start with what happened on interview day: the building was strange and hidden deep in a forest. I arrived early to make a good impression, and that’s when I saw several uniformed humans yelling outside with weapons drawn, looking absolutely frantic.
When they noticed me approaching the entrance, they pointed their weapons at me and screamed orders to stop. I froze, hands raised, shocked that I suddenly had guns aimed at me.
Then one of them tried to grab me from behind to handcuff me—and my assassin instinct kicked in. Everything blurred. By the time I snapped back to reality, all of them were on the ground—unconscious.
That’s when I realized just how badly I messed up.
I looked closer at the insignias on their uniforms.
And that’s when I saw it:
They worked for G.U.N.
I had just attacked G.U.N. soldiers.
I was so screwed.
That’s when the giant metal door behind me swung open, and a tall figure stepped out, applauding the whole situation, congratulating me for taking down all those people. When I looked back, my heart nearly sank—because right in front of me was him: Dr. Eggman himself. This added another layer to my reincarnation; I wasn’t in some ordinary world where humans live alongside anthropomorphic animals—I was in the world of Sonic the Hedgehog.
The only problem? I was never really a fan of this franchise, so my knowledge of this universe was… limited. I only knew some of the main characters like Eggman, Sonic, and Tails.
Eggman started praising me for taking down armed soldiers without a scratch. He then led me inside, saying he would start my interview, and that was when I realized what was really happening. I had just accepted a job interview to work for the biggest villain in this world.
After that, everything became a blur. He told me I had excellent skills to work for him, and I was accepted on the spot. I had to accept the job not only for the money but also to avoid being arrested by G.U.N. for what I had done—I just hoped those soldiers didn’t have body cams.
And that’s how I started working for the most iconic villain in the entire Sonic franchise.
You’re probably wondering what it’s like to work for the most infamous scientist in the gaming world, right? Well… it’s more normal than you’d think—minus the part about having to deal with a supersonic hedgehog.
My work doesn’t involve combat—I made that very clear in my contract, and Eggman signed it without question because he was in a hurry. My actual duties are simple: maintain machines (I had to take an intensive course with the Doctor himself to learn, and I didn’t even get a certificate for it), manage Badnik forces (assign them specific tasks, keep them ready for combat, and so on), manage bases (perform maintenance and handle any disruptions for the Doctor), assist him in his plans, handle all the paperwork and things the Doctor refuses to do himself because his robots are too dumb to handle it, and make coffee (I know, ironic, right?). In short, I do everything an assistant/secretary is supposed to do.
I don’t really hate my job—it actually has plenty of perks like flexible hours, paid holidays, and a good healthcare plan, plus I get some cool gadgets to use. My relationship with Eggman isn’t blind admiration, and I don’t hate him either. It’s more like: “I need money, and you need someone who won’t spill coffee on the main control panel… and has some common sense.”
Of course, I prefer to keep my private life separate from my work. At work, I go by “Simon Ironhart,” a name I came up with on the spot, and the Doctor was too lazy to check if it was real or not.
It’s been about four months since I started working with the Doctor, and although I’ve witnessed multiple battles between the villain and the blue hero, I haven’t personally met any of the heroes—and I’m quite thankful for that.
I hate Eggman’s bases—they always smell like motor oil, which is hard to tolerate as a feline with a sharp sense of smell. It’s always a struggle to get that smell out of my fur.
Anyway… that’s my life. Painful, right?
Today, I’m having a hard time keeping up with class while drinking my coffee (this is literally my fifth cup this morning). I couldn’t sleep last night because Eggman summoned me to hear his big lecture about his next plan, and I missed a lot of details—but it doesn’t matter much, because no matter what the Doctor is planning, I can handle it and adapt.
I felt my tablet vibrate in my bag, and I grabbed it, expecting a class reminder or something I had definitely forgotten to do. But no—the screen displayed Eggman’s massive logo, meaning I was being summoned… right in the middle of class. Eggman was going to hear about this.
The message read:
Gray Priority Alert: Come to the center of Station Square right now!
I sighed audibly, started packing my things, and raised my hand to signal the professor that I was leaving. I had already explained to all my teachers that my job has demanding hours, so sometimes I would have to miss class and catch up later. Luckily, they were all very understanding and allowed me to leave as long as my grades didn’t suffer from missing lessons.
I quickly made my way to the university rooftop, and along the way I started taking off my casual clothes and changing into my work uniform. Now I was wearing the awful red-and-black overcoat with gold buttons and the Doctor’s logo on the left chest that Eggman wears and insists all his employees wear (even though I’m the only one), black pants (I still refuse to go pants-less like most Mobians), cyber gloves I built with the Doctor’s help to control robots and have a sort of multi-function sync with my tablet, black boots with red soles, and my half-black gas mask with a voice modulator, which I use to hide my identity and withstand the horrible smell of Eggman bases.
My mask and boots are the inventions I’m most proud of. I named my boots the “Spring-Step Boots”—they have red springs in the soles that let me jump really high, kick hard, and absorb landing impacts. I based them on those red springs the Doctor leaves scattered across all his bases. My mask I created to hide my identity while at work; the voice modulator distorts my real voice, making it deeper and more robotic. The Doctor thinks it’s stylish and even congratulated me on making it—of course, in that arrogant way of his, bragging about being the one who taught me how to make it.
I finished getting ready and finally reached the university rooftop. I pressed a button on my bracelet to call my transport, and it didn’t take long for a camouflaged Eggmobile to float toward me. I jumped in and started piloting it toward the city center.
As I approached the city, I noticed several active sirens indicating an attack. I could see people running for their lives and armed military personnel forming an improvised barricade against something. In the center of the military perimeter was a water-based creature with an exposed brain and large green eyes. If my analysis was correct, this had to be the so-called “Chaos” Eggman had mentioned to me a few days ago—a new plan by the Doctor to dominate the world using this creature.
From my elevated position, I observed the chaos unfolding in the city. I could see soldiers firing their weapons, causing no damage to the creature made of water, until a blue hedgehog collided with it at high speed. I watched for a few more seconds as the creature was defeated and escaped through a sewer grate. My tablet vibrated with another notification from the Doctor, asking me to meet him at a nearby location.
I sighed behind my gas mask.
"Welcome to your first official day of work as an Eggman henchman, Adam..." I murmured to myself, adjusting my mask, ready to face the chaotic day ahead. I just hope I get a bonus at the end of the month…