#reverse robotnik

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[hugsarethugs]

Sm2 reunion scene

[vampirecatprince]

@hugsarethugs 's reverse AU lives rent free in my head

[semolinsakhalin]

It finally realized who @hugsarethugs's Agent Stone reminds me of

[geesehell]

traditional doodles cuz i miss it, featuring reverse Stobotnik au by @hugsarethugs :3c

goofy gobbers

[your-local-zone-traveller]

I had a thought from @hugsarethugs reverse AU that the badnik’s eyes match dr stone’s

(I forgot to delete the reference image on the side there, I didn’t draw that whoops)

I also *definitely* copied and pasted all of these and *didnt* draw each one, one by one ;-;

[cutleryclown]

doodles of @hugsarethugs 's reverse au 💥💥💥

[apathetik12]

Little stobotnik reverse au idea that Im prolly never gonna fully flesh out. Context: Stone is a commander and Robotnik was assigned to him to both get him out of the lab and to give Stone an assistant. Whta they didnt prepare for was for them to be even worse menaces that they started.

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“Commander Stone, I believe it's your turn to share your next strategies,” some nobody moves on from the last speaker. Stone has never liked these meetings, so he just waves a hand towards his assistant.

“Ah, Robotnik knows everything,” Stone deadpans. “He’ll explain everything.” Robotnik looks up from his tablet, where he was just pretending to take notes, in confusion.

“Wha-”

“Go on,” Stone glances over his shoulder at the other, waving towards the front. Robotnik glances up before looking back at his boss. “You’re the one making the robots for it. Go explain.”

Robotnik thinks to push back. After all, he'd only been assigned as the commander’s personal assistant/scientist a little more than a week ago. Yet, as a different official they could care less about tries to speak up against it, Stone harshly snaps in their face and continues to look at Robotnik expectantly. Taking a deep breath, not bothering to hide the slump in his shoulders, he walks to the front and starts to set up the PowerPoint.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to Robotnik’s presentation. They've already been over all of this: the robotics, the attached firearms, the strategies, the insane amount of casualties that the resulting explosions would cause. It's much more entertaining to watch his coworkers struggle to keep up. Stone likes how his new assistant can do that- speak so fast and with such a brilliant vocabulary that just about anyone else blue screens. Everyone except for Stone, of course. He wouldn't have direct contact with one of G.U.N.’s best engineers otherwise. Plus, by the end of it, Robotnik has that wild grin of genius that Stone loves to see. The PowerPoint ends with a little gif of an explosion over a stick figure labelled “the enemies”- Robotnik’s the one that made the slides.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to how the chair skids out behind him as he gets up, his hands planted on the table and a similar, sinister grin to his assistant plastered on his face. “Now then, I believe that was all that was asked of me. Ta-ta. Doctor! Let's get a move on.” Stone doesn't even glance over his shoulder to know his assistant is following. Though, he does pause and groan as he can already hear the nobodies shoot up from their seats.

“Now where do you think you're going?” One of them demands, as if they have the right.

“Back to my lair-” sure, it's technically an office, but it's a separate building and it's decorated in a way that lair just fits better- “and I'd really prefer to get a move on. I have wars to end before they start.”

“And what makes you think you can just walk out?!”

Stone snaps his finger and waits a moment for Robotnik to catch on. Thankfully, he doesn't have to turn around before he hears his doctor start speaking to the table. “You see, in our subsequently ranked hierarchy based on levels of critical importance, certain time, skill, and activities are ranked excessively greater than those of measly circle jerks of power.”After a few beats of confused silence, Stone can feel Robotnik turn to him. “Commander?”

Stone spins around with a sadistic grin on his face. “Ya basic!” He translates, much louder than necessary. He turns back around and gestures for his assistant to follow. “Doctor, let's go.”

“Yes, commander.”

Once that door is closed behind him, Stone spares a glance at his assistant. Robotnik has never been good at hiding emotions. Well, he is, just not to Stone. He memorized every micro expression he could the first week of having him. Yet, even those that don't know Robotnik could see the beaming smile on his face. Putting stuck up idiots in their place tends to have that effect.

“Honestly, what were those imbeciles thinking,” Stone starts on a rant, already storming through the building, towards the exit, “not even just those meetings. God, I hate those meetings. But they also had you locked up in a lab before this? With, what? Mediocre scientists? Despicable! Unthinkable! Downright idiotic! Listen here my dear doctor, if I ever- and I mean EVER- start treating you like that, smack me. You have my full permission.”

“Yes, commander.”

“And I mean it. You might be my assistant, but I'm not stupid. You're capable of great things, and by hell are we going to achieve them.”

Stone can almost hear that grin grow wider as Robotnik repeats another, “yes, commander.”

“Now then,” Stone pauses to hold the door open for his assistant, “we have casualties to cause.”

[nattamtz]

For those who missed the OVA AU (o sea yo)

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[brandthefish]

A lil somethin somethin of @hugsarethugs Reverse AU! More about it underneath.

I know the colors aren't all accurate, but making everything black with my pens is VERY difficult. In an attempt to give Stone’s eyes that uncanny look, they're the only thing in this piece that uses paint pens! I also used graph paper for Stone’s speech bubble, as opposed to Robotnik's round one. I think it gives the impression that he's talking in a flatter tone but idrk. I also added some of my own stuff from when I draw Stone, i.e. the eyebrow cut and earrings!

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[hugsarethugs]

he's going to unleash a teeny tiny email virus on everyones computers

[necosan2]

lol all started with a handwriting note

I like the reverse version better :) @hugsarethugs was inspired by “chained together” Time Machine,song in russian (for searching! Скованные одной цепью, Машина времени)

[simoia-vajik]

Transposition In The Universe

(A fanfiction based off @hugsarethugs's reverse au of Robotnik and Stone)

(Story is also available on AO3 under the same name)

(I also subtly imply some of my headcanons so I hope you don't mind. I'd also like to say that most of the starting chapters of this fic is written prior to new posts from hugsarethugs. Thanks for reading!)

It was a fairly normal day at G.U.N., so to say; with people going about their business or talking in the break room, everything seems to have some kind of order.

Through the hallways, the audible sound of footsteps clinking against metal tiles told the surrounding agents of one irritating person: Agent Ivo Robotnik.

However, instead of stopping by to "lecture" them about their ceaseless chatter and imbecilic behaviors, Robotnik has an unusual business to attend to, and he clearly has no intention of getting sidetracked.

Upon reaching the lab, the takes moment to adjust his appearance with one hand - the other being occupied by a coffee cup - smoothing out his suit, making sure his hair isn't sticking up weird and paying close attention to the curl of his mustache. Once Robotnik makes the finishing touches, his hand comes up to knock on the metal doors.

A single knock rang out, and moments later, the door slides open ominously. Robotnik considers turning back and informing Commander Walters that he was resigning from the task, but decided he wasn't backing away.

When he enters, the lab was pitch black and quiet, only the soft glow of holographic panels illuminating its limited surroundings. Robotnik internally shiver; pair with the eerie silence and darkness, the lab comes with a chilly atmosphere like someone had turned the A.C down too low to cool the scorching summer heat.

Robotnik felt like he just walked into a real life horror movie. He hates horror movies.

"Doctor Stone?" Robotnik tried calling, his hand feeling the wall to his left, keeping his balance and making sure the coffee doesn't spill by taking careful steps. "I'm Agent Ivo Robotnik and I was assigned as your personal assistant by Commander Walters." Robotnik said again, visibly clenching his fist at the mention of Walters.

Not that Robotnik held grudges against the man, no, but the way he operates pisses him off.

With not so much as a noise of acknowledgement from said person, Robotnik begins approaching the light, hoping to find out the switch to turn on the electricity in the lab. However, before he reaches the control panel, he jumps back in fright as a pair of (glowing?) eyes glared back at him.

The air becomes thin as Robotnik tries to recover from the fright, his hand pressed tightly to his chest to try and stabilize his breathing. It didn't take long for the agent to recover his composure.

"Doctor, I'm Agent Ivo Robot-"

Dr. Stone raises his hand, cutting Robotnik off mid-sentence, turning his chair to reveal an unimpressed and unamused expression.

Robotnik frowns at the interruption, but doesn't say anything further as he just stands there, awkwardly and involuntarily engaging in a staring contest with his new boss.

The lab's lights spark to life unexpectedly, sending Robotnik into another momentary shock, flinching calmly just enough to go unnoticed.

After regaining his bearings and facing the Doctor once more; Robotnik knows his face must be very unpleasant for some superiors to deal with or even look at, the fact that it's expressing his judgement towards his new boss might get him killed.

Slowly, he hands over the coffee cup to Dr. Stone, who stared at it for a brief moment before reaching out a gloved hand, tentatively taking the cup and bringing it up to take a sip.

At that moment, Robotnik decides to avoid eye contact with the Doctor, but his lingering, almost curious gaze bore holes into the agent. Robotnik has to say something, just anything! But seeing that the man he'll be working under for the next month was just as crazy as the rest - his previous agents - claim makes him perspire.

It might have been a solid minute or two of Robotnik standing there by the doctor's side for him to finally speak up. "How's the coffee, Doctor?" Robotnik asked at a weak attempt of starting a small talk.

Dr. Stone didn't answer, he just stares up at Robotnik with that empty, blank and cold glare of his. Robotnik quickly notes that the Doctor's pupils aren't that dilated; he looks like he has eye miosis. Maybe he does.

Another second ticks by, just the two of them staring at each other. Awkwardly.

"[Beep bap boop]! Magnificent, Agent! Never had a coffee like this before!" Robotnik said loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls and back at him.

It was yet another weak attempt at some sort of communication since his new boss doesn't seem too keen on engaging in human interaction. Robotnik could tell the Doctor was taken aback by his sudden and possibly eccentric behavior, looking back down to his coffee and taking another sip. His pupils have dilated a bit.

Robotnik is immediately silently directed to his work station after their awkward first interaction, and the Agent couldn't be more glad than to get to work so he doesn't have to try and communicate to his weird new boss.

He never cared what his superiors thought of him, mainly because his file and track records show that he is flawless in most of the things he do. But, for Dr. Stone... Perhaps he would be a bit more careful around him.

The day drag on without so much as another exchange between the two, all besides working on their perspective jobs either on the laptop or the holo-screens.

It was until later when Robotnik decides trying to sort through the pile of emails was fruitless, he looks up to be met with a machine floating in front of him.

The machine's shape could be described as a flat pentagon with rounded edges. There's a circle in the middle that emits a purple sensor light; it dilates how the Doctor's pupils would, focusing and unfocusing on Robotnik as he continues to examine its design.

Overall, the tech looks simple but eye-catching, though not very impressive in his opinion. Robotnik has built prototypes of his own machine-like-drones but has never got around to finishing them, mainly because he had piles of missions and assignments to finish.

Robotnik stares at it for another moment, noting down the rest of its exterior design to use as reference for his own. Knowing the risks of getting hurt with unfamiliar machineries, Robotnik decides to return to his work, typing away on his laptop.

The machine didn't bother him any further, seemingly just doing scans around the lab and taking note of Robotnik's presence. The Agent thinks it classified him as a potential threat to the Doctor, but that's not something new to him.

The other agents see him as a threat, a bomb about to explode at any given moment. Robotnik silently hopes people will always think that, that way he could minimize his contact with the stupid peons that make up nearly the 99% of the world's population.

[corneredcopia]

I love how they kept the rose prop from filming the telenovela scenes and just decided to give it to stob 😭 no reasoning no explanation just handed an object of romantic symbolism to them like it was nothing and said sure you can include it during the haircut scene why not

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Insolent

Fandom: Sonic (specifically the movie)

Pairings: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone; Stobotnik

Warnings: Cussing (there's like one cuss word)

This fic is inspired by @tubby1230 with their own take on the Reverse Stobotnik AU.

I was just really bored and wanted to write something that could test my not-so-extended imagination.

⚠︎Not much has been added to this AU by the original creator so I’m just gonna depend on what there is so far while also throwing some of my personal takes in.⚠︎

His monitor was blinding his eyes at this point. Not a very great idea to pull an all-nighter on a project that was just about finished anyway. They can do the assembly themselves; all he was assigned to do was to make blueprints and models for it.

Sighing in both exhaustion and frustration, Stone stretched his arms over his head, earning a few pops from his tired spine. Maybe getting a little sunlight wouldn’t hurt.

Standing up from where he was sitting for the past two days with minimum movements, having his little Pebbles bring him the essentials to keep his body running, Stone made a few turns to enter the small bathroom close to his lab.

His appearance was just as he predicted it would look like. Messy hair, reddened eyes from staring at the holo-screens for way too long. His suit and jacket looked like they’ve been crumbled and tossed around, visible creases already driving deep into the fabric. His beard almost looked unkempt if it wasn’t for the very few attempts, he made during those two days to make sure it was in perfect condition.

Stone groaned and complained heavily to himself, quickly stripping out of the suit that had clung to him and tossing it into the laundry basket before going for a shower.

His hygiene routines usually last longer, an effort to make himself look more presentable than others in the agency. But, just for today, he didn’t feel like it was completely necessary. For his facial appearance, that is.

Getting out from under the soothing water flow of the shower wouldn’t have been so difficult if he didn’t know that he had a meeting today. Not only was he supposed to present the project that he had finished an hour ago but also stay afterwards for Walters to talk about some changes that will happen. Not changes to the agency, but changes to only him in specific.

“I’ll murder you all one day.” Stone groaned, hands coming up to cover his face. The threat was directed to no one in general.

Drying himself off and trimming his beard so it wouldn’t look over grown, Stone grabbed his new attire for the day. Luckily, his precious little Pebbles had ironed his clothes to perfection. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn that black coat days before. Stone really need to tone down the color of half of the clothes he has in his wardrobe.

He didn’t really specify what he wanted to wear, so upon closer inspection of what his machines got from his messy closet, Stone was more or less disappointed.

Set on the counter was a neatly folded purple turtleneck along with black dress pants, all set next to each other in the order of how he usually puts on his clothes. The shirt and the pants weren’t something he would be complaining about; his disappointment was more directed towards one of his machines carrying one of his more or less pristine white coats.

Even if he viewed the coats he owned as ‘white’, every time he goes out shopping, the color ‘white’ constantly varies. The coat which was presented to him was more of a light beige color, which he didn’t like very much but nonetheless was too tired to go get himself another one.

After spending a few minutes in front of the mirror, adjusting his coat to his liking, Stone turned to pluck one of his many optic frames off a display stand, examining it in the light before putting it on. Today’s color seemed to be titanium white for frames and periwinkle for the lenses.

“Thank you darlings, papa’s off to work!” Stone announced loudly, making sure that all of his machines detected his voice as well as his farewell.

They all responded in affirmative beeps, some hovering over to him just to bump against his arm. Stone let out a small, breathy laugh at the endearment he was getting from them, patting their hulls before existing the lab with his coat flowing behind him.

✂-------------------------------------

Maybe he should’ve sent someone else to do this presentation for him.

Maybe he should’ve excused himself from such idiocy just to work on multiple other projects.

He had a handful of agents at his disposal, less than happy to take on his orders but does so anyways because of the fear of being laid off. Even if Walters didn’t and still hasn’t approved of how he treats his agents, the commander can’t say that the number of agents that got caught slacking had decreased lately.

Stone quickly finished up with the presentation, being as vague as possible when describing their abilities just so he could get out of there sooner. Everyone within the room stared at him, some unimpressed while some are paying way too much attention.

When it was finally over, Stone sighed in relief, feeling lighter than when he was answering those morons’ questions.

As Stone thanked everyone for attending, the sudden reminder that he was expected to stay gave him an immediate headache. If he wasn’t so worried about his funding, he would’ve left with a little flourish, maybe he would even say something. But alas, he’s been on thin ice with Walters for a while now, and if he continues to skate around in circles he’s sure to fall into the freezing depths below.

Shutting the door and locking it for some more privacy, Stone returned to his seat, leg crossed over each other while both his arms rested on the arms of the chair.

From afar or without enough knowledge, Stone would look like a flamboyant boss while Walters looked no more than a manager.

Oh how Stone wished that would be the reality. He doesn’t dream of it often, but it sure does give him a tiny boost during the day.

“Thank you for attending today’s meeting. That was an excellent presentation, doctor.” Walters commented, a smile on his lips with an underlying bitterness.

Stone didn’t try to give a snarky comeback at the halfhearted attempt to fuel his ego. Instead, a similar smile was offered, Stone making sure that his smile comes as both bitter and sour.

Walters sat down at the top of the table, pulling out his tablet and a physical file. On the cover was the red stamp that reads ‘CLASSIFIED’ with bold letters.

Soon, Stone was presented with a digital picture of an agent, looking a few years older than the doctor himself.

Unlike the doctor, this agent seemed almost pale in comparison to the doctor’s dark skin tone. His hair was dark brown, appearing black due to the lighting in the picture. Combed back with what seemed like an attempted to make it look like a parted top, Stone could say he almost appreciated the effort. There were ample stubbles on his jawline, paired with a handlebar mustache. His eyes looked like they were trying to bore holes into the camera lenses itself, cold and calculated with a hint of mischief.

“Dr. Stone, we’re assigning you a personal assistant to help you with projects and to keep you in check.” Commander Walters announced, pulling out the file of this supposed assistant and placing in front of the doctor. “We highly suggest you don’t fire this one without a notice in advance like last time.”

Stone picked up the file and smiled politely, pretending to look over this agent’s profile. “Thank you for being so considerate as to send another fool to my lab.”

Walters sighed heavily, his fingers coming up to pinch at his nose bridge while he observed the egoistic doctor from the corner of his eye. Stone just smiled mockingly, though he did try to actually look through this agent’s profile.

“He’s 48 years old?” Stone commented eventually, putting agent…whatever’s file down, pointing at the space where agents and any government officials would fill in their age. “You’re going to send me, what, a caretaker? Babysitter?” At this point, Stone felt like he should punch this man’s face in for ever even suggesting such an idea.

The commander, clearly not having enough energy to put up with this, pointed at a side note that was added to the agent’s file, signaling that he no longer wanted to talk but still needed Stone to consider taking this agent.

‘Agent Robotnik has refused to retire even with many attempts at convincing him. When presented with physical convincing attempts, Agent Robotnik retaliated with physical violence.” 

Stone snorted at the note, already imagining the many attempts of making a man like that leave his job. Even with the entertaining thoughts about the agent, Stone still wouldn’t accept having someone wandering around his lab, thinking that they could work their way into his favor.

But he decided to sign the contract anyway, making this agent his official assistant after looking at his skills as well as his impressive streak.

“Thank you for your cooperation today, doctor.” Walters said as he gathered up his own belongings for the day. Stone just nodded, pushing his frames higher on his nose bridge.

“That’s correct.” Walters didn’t bother looking Stone in the face, appearing tired and mildly frustrated with the doctor’s immaturity.

“I supposed this agent will be sent down immediately tomorrow like the rest of them?” Stone asked as he got up from his seat. He already knew the answer, but it was an attempt.

An attempt at being nice, just so the higher-ups could go back to being delusional so he could get his funding.

Stone nodded, hand itching near his pocket to pull out a cigarette. Deciding against it, Stone redirected his hand to his front pocket instead, pulling out a stick of spearmint gum and chewing it silently as he returned to the comfort of his lab.

That agent better not be late tomorrow. No small mistakes would be forgiven.