Security breach. Again. My meticulously fortified compound—invaded through something as petty as an air duct. The Freedom Fighters, led by that meddlesome Princess Sally and her pet hedgehog, crept into my facility under false pretenses. Disguised as one of my own Swat-Bots, no less. Bold, but foolish.

While I worked tirelessly on perfecting the Stealthbots—my glorious invisible predators of the sky—Sally dared to tamper with my systems. She paused her sabotage at the sight of an old message... \"Bean.\" A relic from her past, no doubt. That perverse sentimentality will be her downfall.

Meanwhile, one of her companions, Cat (the cat; my, what original parents he had), was captured. Brought before me in chains, I offered him leniency in exchange for the location of Knothole, which he foolishly declined. Admirable. But ultimately meaningless. My machines don’t tire, and my patience is engineered to outlast flesh and spirit alike.

Predictably, Sonic arrived. Always the hero, always the irritant. He trailed my transport, broke into my prison, and nearly freed the ill-fated feline. Nearly. But duty—or perhaps idiocy—called him elsewhere. He fled to chase ghosts in the Dark Swamp, where Sally foolishly believed she’d find her father. The swamp, of course, belongs to me.

I deployed the Stealthbot. It found the hedgehog. Locked onto him. Fired. And yet—he lived. The machine was lost, sabotaged by his dumb luck. This is unacceptable. I will refine the design. I will make them smarter. I will punish Snively for their failure, as I'm sure it's his fault somehow.

Inside the decrepit Ironlock Prison, Sally uncovered a clue—a voice from the past and a schematic of my subterranean networks. She dares to use my infrastructure against me. I watched as the fools bumbled through a trapdoor, fell into the sewers, and fought off one of my sentries using a Power Ring. It disgusts me how often that artifact tips the scale in their favor. I will acquire the Rings. Or destroy them.

They crawled back into Robotropolis through my own tunnels—rats in a maze of my design—and reached my hangar. There, Princess Sally committed her gravest offense: reprogramming my Stealthbots.

As they escaped, I launched my fleet. But instead of executing my command, they exploded. Every last one of them. I watched it happen. And then… the hedgehog had the audacity to turn one of my Surveillance Orbs toward me, telling me this irritating setback was to avenge Cat. Bah.

This war is far from over, Hedgehog. My grip on Mobius remains. And soon… it will tighten.