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Project Mobius Chapter One
20 Years Later
“Let’s hit it, Muttski!” Spencer Hedgeson called out as he slung the backpack over his shoulder, the spotted yellow mutt of a dog excitedly following after his master, barking cheerfully as they ran out together.  It was just another day for the two of them, making one of their delivery runs, his Uncle Chuck’s chili dogs individually wrapped in foil inside the insulated backpack.
While most other delivery boys would’ve preferred a bike or car for faster travel, Spencer had always preferred running.  The lanky teen had made a name for himself with how fast he could run as well, using parkour skills to get through the city of Station Square faster with Muttski following behind his every move.  They were a sight to behold, the tall, athletically-built teen with spiked blue hair followed around by his multicolored mutt companion.  He'd garnered a reputation amongst his uncle's customers for his near-perfect track recor
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Project Mobius: Prologue
Michael Wezzer paced impatiently outside the laboratory, clearly agitated.  He hadn't become the CEO of Wezzer Industries by waiting around, so he tended to be a bit impatient in such matters.  After some time, his assistant, a tall woman with red hair and glasses dressed in a professional pantsuit snuck out of a side door of the lab before him.
"Well?  Is it done?" Wezzer demanded, and his assistant nodded.
"Yes, sir, I'm confident the malfunction of Kintobor's machine will create a diversion large enough for us to find his notes on the roboticizer," his assistant confirmed.
"Excellent!  Kintobor may be a crackpot, but if this roboticizer works half as well as he claims, it could revolutionize the medical industry once we perfect it…And charge patients large fees just for their chance at a new, stronger body!" Michael chuckled before straightening up and adjusting his tie.  "So, let's get this meeting underway, shall we?" he asked as he walked forward, p
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20 Years Later
“Let’s hit it, Muttski!” Spencer Hedgeson called out as he slung the backpack over his shoulder, the spotted yellow mutt of a dog excitedly following after his master, barking cheerfully as they ran out together.  It was just another day for the two of them, making one of their delivery runs, his Uncle Chuck’s chili dogs individually wrapped in foil inside the insulated backpack.

While most other delivery boys would’ve preferred a bike or car for faster travel, Spencer had always preferred running.  The lanky teen had made a name for himself with how fast he could run as well, using parkour skills to get through the city of Station Square faster with Muttski following behind his every move.  They were a sight to behold, the tall, athletically-built teen with spiked blue hair followed around by his multicolored mutt companion.  He'd garnered a reputation amongst his uncle's customers for his near-perfect track record of on-time deliveries.

It soon turned out today might be different as Spencer rounded the corner, arriving at a scene that actually caused him to slow down for a moment as he found himself in front of a school courtyard.  There was a young boy of around maybe ten or so backed up against a tree in the courtyard as three other boys who might've been a few years older than him.  The boy had blonde hair with three long bangs sticking out from his forehead and sky blue eyes.  He was holding some sort of sophisticated-looking device and wearing a pair of jeans and an orange t-shirt under a faux-leather aviator jacket as well as a small silver bracelet on his left wrist set with a curiously glowing gem.

"We've got you now, you little freak!" one of the boys said as he stepped forward, seeming to be the leader of the other boys, the younger boy pressing back further against the tree, clutching his device closely to himself.

"Aww, look, the freak's scared!" one of the other boys laughed, joining the first.  "Don't worry, we aren't gonna hurt ya, we just wanna play with that little toy you've got there!" he goaded as the third boy went to pick up a large stick from nearby.

"Hey, chill out guys, leave the kid alone!" Spencer stepped forward, deciding he'd seen enough.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it, Porcupine?" the leader of the bullies asked, taking a jab towards the teen's hair.

"Oh, I have my methods!" Spencer responded, crossing his arms as he grinned down at the boys.  "You'd better watch it, I'm way faster and cooler than you'll ever be, so you better back off before I bust out some of my moves on ya!" he challenged them.

"Stop bluffing, you can't do anything to us!" the boy with the stick shot back.  "We'll get you in trouble if you do!" he threatened as Spencer shrugged.

"All right, don't say I didn't warn you," he commented as he stretched out his arms before him, cracking his knuckles as he took a fighting stance with his feet set apart…And then simply pointed out at the boys.

"Sic'em, Mutts!" he ordered as Muttski cheerfully bounded towards the boys, barking excitedly.  They instantly scattered, running back screaming towards the school.  Muttski, disappointed at missing his chance to make new friends, turned and trotted back towards his master before he strayed off as he noticed the younger boy, sitting in front of him and panting.

"Uh, hi…" the boy greeted the canine uncertainly as Spencer laughed.

"Oh, it's all right, it's just Muttski, he wouldn't hurt anyone!" he assured him as he rubbed his dog's head between the ears, the younger boy tenatively reaching out to the dog before he jerked back, startled as Muttski licked his hand.

"What's your name, anyway?  I'm Spencer," the teen introduced himself.

"Miles," the younger boy introduced less confidently.  "It was…That was really cool how you got rid of those guys like that!"

"Hehe, yeah, I've picked up a few tricks in my time!" Spencer bragged, smirking as he rubbed a finger under his nose.

"Yeah…I could be that cool…" Miles commented, looking away.  Spencer noticed this and crouched down, putting a consoling hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short, bud…It seems like you're pretty talented yourself with that gizmo you've made there…Normally, my Uncle Chuck is the only one I've seen who could make stuff like that!" he assured him.

"You…You really think so?" Miles asked hopefully, looking back up at the older boy.

"I know so, man!  In fact, here," Spencer stood up once more, slipping the backpack off his shoulder as he opened it up and handed Miles one of the wrapped chili dogs.  "Take this and remember there's at least one slick dude who believes in you!" he encouraged, flashing him a thumbs up.

"I've got to get going on my deliveries now, but just remember you can do anything if you really believe in yourself!" Spencer then concluded as he slid his backpack back on his shoulder and took off with Muttski following close behind.  Miles watched him leave, then back at the chili dog in his hand before turning back to his latest project in his other hand.  He smiled as he headed back towards the school to get back to the science lab; he still had plenty of work to do.

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"Hey, Unc!" Spencer called out as he tossed the empty backpack at a hook near the door of his uncle's workshop, managing to land it on it as Muttski trotted in behind his master.

"Ah, there you are, Sonny Boy!" his uncle greeted as he looked up from his work, pushing his goggles on his forehead.  Charles Hedgeson had always had the look of a mad scientist for as long as Spencer could remember with his unkempt graying hair and his bushy eyebrows and enormous mustache that dominated much of his face.

"I was starting to get a little worried…It usually doesn't take you this long to complete a delivery run," Chuck mentioned, and Spencer shrugged as he hopped up on the worktable next to where his uncle was working, swinging his legs.

"Ah, just got a little sidetracked…I did manage to make the last deliveries just in time, though," he assured him.

"I knew I could count on you, Sonny, you've never let me down yet!" Chuck praised, giving his nephew a warm smile.  "Why don't you go on in and get washed up for dinner, I'm just finishing up in here," he suggested, and Spencer nodded, knowing all too well how caught up in his work his uncle could be.

As he left the workshop to head into the main house, Spencer couldn't help but stop and stare once again at a photo on the wall.  He knew it was of his uncle because of the resemblance, but he was much younger with his slick black hair and his eyebrows and mustache much finer and well-trimmed.  He was smiling into the camera, and seemed to have his left arm around someone at his side, but Spencer had never seen who as the other half of the photograph had been torn away long ago.

"Hey, Uncle Chuck, how come you've never told me about your old partner?" Spencer couldn't help but wonder aloud as Chuck suddenly dropped the tool he was using and turned to find his nephew looking at the photo pinned to the wall.

"Well, that…That is a very difficult matter to talk about…It was a very dark time in my life when my partner and I went down our own paths, and you're still so young and there are things in this world you shouldn't have to experience or learn about…Not yet…I might tell you some day, but for now, I'd rather you not ask," the old man explained.

"All right…I guess I can wait until we're both ready," Spencer agreed, catching the serious tone in his uncle's voice as he and Muttski hurried into the main house.  Chuck watched them leave, shaking his head as he looked towards the photo wistfully.

"Julian…Wherever you went after that incident…I just hope you weren't foolish enough to try building that accursed device…"
Project Mobius Chapter One
So now we have our first chapters with this AU's initial versions of Sonic, Tails, and Chuck. Next chapter, we'll be getting into Julian's return as Robotnik among other things, but until then I hope you enjoy this!
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Michael Wezzer paced impatiently outside the laboratory, clearly agitated.  He hadn't become the CEO of Wezzer Industries by waiting around, so he tended to be a bit impatient in such matters.  After some time, his assistant, a tall woman with red hair and glasses dressed in a professional pantsuit snuck out of a side door of the lab before him.

"Well?  Is it done?" Wezzer demanded, and his assistant nodded.

"Yes, sir, I'm confident the malfunction of Kintobor's machine will create a diversion large enough for us to find his notes on the roboticizer," his assistant confirmed.

"Excellent!  Kintobor may be a crackpot, but if this roboticizer works half as well as he claims, it could revolutionize the medical industry once we perfect it…And charge patients large fees just for their chance at a new, stronger body!" Michael chuckled before straightening up and adjusting his tie.  "So, let's get this meeting underway, shall we?" he asked as he walked forward, pressing the button on the intercom next to the door.

"Who is it?" a slightly nasally voice on the other end asked as the intercom buzzed.

"It's Michael Wezzer, here to see the Doctor's newest creation in consideration for funding," Wezzer explained professionally.

"We'll be with you momentarily," the voice said and the intercom clicked off.  After a moment, the door to the building clicked open, allowing he and his secretary inside where they were met by a short teenager wearing a green shirt with white stripes on the sleeves and front and white buttons on two flaps at the bottom.  He had brown hair parted to either side of his head, and sported a nose so pointed Wezzer had no doubt it could've been used as a can opener.

"Greetings, Mr. Wezzer," the teen greeted in the same nasally voice from over the intercom.  "My name is Colin Kintobor, my uncle is just finishing up some adjustments on his latest project…Please follow me to the main laboratory," he told them as he lead them down the hall.

"So, I take it you work with your uncle often?" Wezzer asked, trying to at least appear social to keep up the illusion of his support until he could make his move.

"Yes, sir, I'm actually working here as an intern under him for the summer," Colin explained.  They soon arrived onto a large walkway overlooking the huge main laboratory.  Colin walked over, leaning over the railing as he called to his uncle.

"Uncle Julian, Mr. Wezzer is here to see your new machine!" he called out.

"Ah, excellent!" a deep voice boomed back as he strode into view.  Julian Ivo Kintobor was probably one of the most ridiculous people Wezzer had ever seen; in contrast to the tall, well-groomed businessman, Julian was short and dumpy, the aging scientist's white hair splayed out in a fashion reminiscent to that of Einstein.  He always seemed a bit unkempt, though it seemed he hadn't slept in a while, making him seem even more ragged in his wrinkled lab coat.  The bright blue eyes behind the bushy gray moustache on his wrinkled face were full of life, still having a certain sparkle to them as he cheerfully greeted his guests.

"Mr. Wezzer, I'm so glad you could take this time out from your busy schedule to come see this!" Julian called up to him.

"Well, I've heard some good things about you, Julian!" Wezzer called back down to him as he walked down the ramp down to the floor level of the lab.  "Particularly about the roboticizer project you've been talking about..."

"Ah yes...I'm afraid that particular project is still some ways away before I can truly perfect the process and make a prototype," Julian agreed.  "But for now, I've got something else to show you, something that may be even bigger!" Julian told him excitedly as he lead the way to a large machine at the far end of the room.  It seemed to be a computer of some sort connected by cables to a round frame set on a stand in an open area a few feet away.  The frame was rather large, at least seven feet tall and wide.  Colin followed behind them, and took his position at a control panel on the machine as Julian himself stepped before another control panel set in front of the frame.

"So, what exactly is this?" Wezzer asked, stepping closer.

"Well, for now, it's a viewer of sorts...But someday, I hope it can be more, a portal if you will, making traveling the cosmos easier than ever before!  Start it up, Colin!" Julian called to his nephew as Colin typed away at the panel as the machine soon hummed to life.  Julian then typed at the panel in front of him as a holographic view of the stars opened up within the confines of the frame.

"Robotics have always been my true calling, but I've often dreamed of traveling the stars as well...My Grandfather, Gerald, he was involved with a research project on a government space station, and I've always wondered what it might have been like up there...But that's not the most exciting part," he continued as he started to type in some coordinates into the panel.  Meanwhile, Colin was frowning at his own panel as he looked over the readouts.

"Uncle," he started but Julian waved him off dismissively.

"Not now, Colin, I'm trying to remember," he accosted his nephew.

"But Uncle, I really think you should..." Colin started again before Julian straightened up.

"Ah, here we are!" he said as the holographic display now showed what appeared to be a view of the Earth.

"I don't understand, Julian...Why have you brought me here just to look at the Earth?" Wezzer asked.

"Look closer, Mr. Wezzer," Julian urged, and so Wezzer moved a little closer, inspecting the image closely.

"Uncle, I think there might be something wrong with..." Colin stated once more before his uncle lost his temper.

"Confound it, I said not now, Snively!" Julian cried out as Colin quickly quieted down and looked away, seeming hurt.  Julian sighed, running a hand through some of the hair at the side of his head.  "I'm sorry, Colin, I didn't mean to call you that...I've just been a little on edge around here since..." he was cut off as Wezzer suddenly spoke up.

"Ah, I see it...It seems like Earth, but the land formations aren't right...Where is this?" he asked and Julian turned back to him.

"Ah, I'm glad you asked!  I've discovered this planet several hundred light years away!  Just think of it, another planet similar to Earth, that may even have sentient life!  The implications are enormous!  The scanner has its limits, of course, but I was able to get a few low-quality images of various flora and..." Julian raved as he zoomed in closer to the planet just inside its atmosphere. He was then interrupted as a loud beeping noise suddenly emanated from the machine.

"Colin, what's happening?!" Julian asked.

"I tried to tell you sir, there are some abnormal readings on the machine, and it seems the teleporter components are..."

"Teleporter components?!  I thought I told you to wait to incorporate those until we could determine a stable transition!" Julian cried out as Wezzer and his assistant slowly backed away, beginning to look around for the Doctor's notes on the roboticizer.

"I was just trying to test them, I must have forgotten to disable them again before..."

"Portal open," a computerized female voice suddenly spoke up as the holographic display was no longer a display, but a portal as various objects in the room were suddenly being sucked through.  Wezzer and his assistant ran for the walkway, while Julian clutched the control panel in front of him for dear life.  Colin wasn't so lucky as he flew back towards the portal, hitting his uncle as they were both sucked screaming through the portal.  The portal stayed open for several more moments before destabilizing and closing up again, a tremendous shower of sparks issuing from the machine as it overloaded.

"Where did they," Wezzle's assistant started, but he cut her off.

"Nevermind that, just find the roboticizer notes and let's get out of here..."
Project Mobius: Prologue
This is a re-imagining of Sonic I've been working on for a long time, using some elements from the Archie comics and the Sega universe in the plot.  This is just the first part of the origins of Robotnik and Snively, they'll turn up again after the first chapter and I'll give some more backstory on the two of them, but next time I'll be introducing the two soon to be known as Sonic and Tails.  I hope you enjoy it and that you let me know if you do.
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