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Stress Relief and Confrontation
Dr. Deep comes "home" after a stressful meeting with the Chaos Council, feeling tense and frustrated. You’re there to help him unwind and relax. This is followed by confronting the Chaos Council.
bored and i was binging sonic prime and wrote a bunch of crap for dr deep. bc he has nothing and tagging is a bitch.
The Tense Return
Dr. Deep stormed into his quarters, the door sliding shut with a quiet hiss. The air was thick with his frustration, every movement radiating his pent-up tension. The Chaos Council meeting had been an unmitigated disaster, leaving him burdened with their impossible expectations.
You looked up from the couch, immediately sensing his distress. The hunch of his shoulders, the furrowed brows—every part of him screamed frustration and exhaustion.
“Deep, what happened?” you asked softly, your voice filled with concern.
He sighed, running a hand through his teal hair. “The Council. They’re impossible. Nothing I do is ever good enough. They question every decision, every plan. It’s infuriating.”
You stood, crossing the room to him. “Come here,” you said gently, taking his hand and leading him to the couch.
He sat down heavily, his shoulders slumping. “I’m just so tired of it all.”
You could see the strain etched into his features. Without a word, you gently pushed him back against the cushions and began massaging his tense shoulders. “Let me help you relax,” you murmured.
He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch. “That feels amazing,” he mumbled, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away under your skilled hands.
You continued to work on his shoulders, your fingers kneading the knots and tightness out of his muscles. “You work so hard, Deep. You deserve to unwind.”
He opened his eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and affection. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.
You leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You don’t have to think about that. I’m always here for you, Deep.”
He smiled, visibly more relaxed. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I just need to remember that.”
“Always,” you reassured him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. “You mean the world to me.”
You waited for Deep to fall asleep before gently moving him so you could get up to deal with the shitty Council for stressing out your partner.
Confronting the Chaos Council
With Deep resting you decided it was time to address the real issue. The Chaos Council had been harsh on him for far too long, and you weren’t going to stand for it any longer.
You found the council members in their usual meeting room, deep in discussion. You didn’t wait for an invitation to speak.
“We need to talk,” you said, your voice sharp and commanding.
Dr. Done-It looked up, surprised and annoyed. “What is it now?”
The shadows in the room seemed to grow and lurch with your rising anger, casting an ominous pall over the council members. You fixed them with a steely gaze, your demeanor shifting from cutesy supportive partner to something far more intimidating.
“I’ve had enough of your nonsense. You need to stop treating Deep like garbage. He’s been working tirelessly, to locate the rebels and instead of helping him, you’re making his job ten times harder.”
Mr. Dr. Eggman raised an eyebrow, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes. “We’re only doing what’s best for the project.”
“No,” you snapped back, your voice icy and unyielding. “You’re undermining his efforts and making him feel like nothing he does is good enough. If you keep treating each other like crap because of your clashing ideas you're all going to crash and burn and you will continue to fail. That’s not how you lead a team. Here’s the deal: you either start treating him with the respect he deserves, or I’ll make sure every one of you regrets it.”
Dr. Don’t tried to interject, but you silenced him with a glare that could melt steel. “If you don’t start treating him properly, I will personally see to it that your lives become a living hell. Apologise to him, when he returns.”
The council members exchanged frightened glances, realizing the gravity of your threat. The air in the room was thick with tension.
Dr. Done-It finally spoke up, his voice trembling. “We... we’re sorry. We didn’t realise how hard we were making things for him.”
“You’d better, apologise to him, not me.” you growled, your voice carrying the weight of a storm. “For his sake, and for the sake of your project.”
Aftermath and Reassurance
As you walked back to Dr. Deep’s quarters, you felt a sense of satisfaction. Confronting the Chaos Council wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. And you knew it would make a world of difference for Dr. Deep.
When you returned, Dr. Deep looked up at you with a smile. “I heard what you did. Mr. Dr. Eggman had his comms on speaker. He always does that. Let me just say, you’re terrifying, when you want to be. Thank you.”
You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours. “You deserve better, Deep. And I’ll always be here to make sure you get it.”
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m lucky to have you.”