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Sonic Prompt (I got a new keyboard and wanted to test it out xD It glows colors! Yeee~)

PROMPTS ARE CLOSED INDEFINITELY. Just ironing out these remaining ones while working on my own stories :)b

Prompt:

The Resistance’s base, full of Force’s recruits, were also home to those affected by Eggman’s tyranny and wrath. Not excluding those of the… smaller… variety, unfortunate families also sheltered within the lower sections of the underground bunker, which helped keep them far away from the terrors of the war.

Today, Silver and Blaze were asked to watch the children, while Amy Rose was texting Sonic on her Miles-Electric, hoping to keep in touch with him after so long of being out-of-touch.

In her heart, she used it as an excuse to remind herself that her hope wasn’t for naught. He was alive… and with that renewed hope, she looked up from her chat to see Blaze struggling to keep some kitten children under control.

She figured, out of the charity and goodness of her heart, that the two ‘inexperienced’ travelers might need some help… She was, obviously, spot-on in her accurate deductions of the situation, as both the future hedgehog Silver and the dimensional jumping Blaze–although tag-teaming very well–were unfortunate in their own ways… trying to control a bunch of rambunctious kids when they were really there to help with the war efforts.

But everyone must play their part… so…

The children pounced on one another in light squabbles, tugging on Blaze’s arms and pulling her down to their level, making her back hurt at the jutting motions while the children argued about something trivial. Seems a doll was misplaced in the wrong ‘crib’ which was a makeshift cardboard box with a blanket across it to hold the ‘baby’ they were playing with, a strung together pile of straw that looked more like a limp voodoo sack then a ‘beautiful girl’s doll’.

Silver, not at all experienced with children either, decided to step in and use his powers to have the children fly around in the air for a moment while he spoke with Blaze to the side of him. It caused the conflict to cease and even the boys were unable to get at each other from this height within the open air. “This isn’t working…” He admitted, knowing the solution he had found was incredibly temporary. “They’re so full of energy… and this space is just too small for them.”

Guilt swarmed them both, looking around the dusty old storage unit they were using as a basic ‘daycare’ while the adults were either fighting or supporting in their own ways in the war.

Everyone had to take their turn doing ‘something’, and today, Blaze, Silver, and Amy were tasked with childcare.

“Amy?” Silver finally called over to her, but Blaze just sighed, her tail swishing and twitching at her obvious frustrations and stress that she couldn’t properly articulate. That… and she probably didn’t have the heart to admit she was overwhelmed… This sort of thing wasn’t her speciality in the slightest.

“It’s good for them to move about, but it would be wiser to work on having them seated… actively engaged in…” She looked around to see the place was pretty much trashed, though it already was just a place people stuffed their extra spare tools and supplies in anyway. “Something else.” She tugged on her gloves, which had slipped somewhat from the excessive pulling the children had done, and then rubbed the side of her back, trying to be helpful, but understanding this wasn’t the right way of ‘distracting’ the children.

If they weren’t playing ‘tug-o-war’ with Silver and Blaze’s arms for their attention, they were at each other, which wasn’t good in the slightest when trying to get the children under control but also keeping them happy.

Silver kept his careful eye on them, swaying his hands back and forth to try and ‘lull’ the children but for now, it was just a ‘novel trick’ until they grew bored of that again.

Blaze had already lit a single finger on fire, then all the children tried to snap and cried out in whines when they couldn’t summon their own ‘spark’. She wasn’t going to pass around the flame, so they cried and complained, before fighting amongst each other–as previously stated…

Amy smiled at the two looking so hopeless when it came to the young, rescued children. She knew they were being good sport about the rotations the Resistance set up so their families could rest a bit and be supported during this trying time for all involved. Eggman’s plots were so dastardly, he probably had no comment about the lives he was ruining from his twisted and deviant takeover of major cities and towns alike.

All over the world… this was the scene everyone was forced to face.

She hopped off a storage box, knowing they needed some ‘divine’ intervention, as Amy was known to be quite an angel with children. “I’m sure we can find something to keep their attentions… whhhillleee also not having them out of eye sight.” She pointed a cute finger up at them flying about, enjoying it, but the space was limited and it was clear some of them realized they weren’t ‘flying’ in the directions they wanted to go, and started to resist their ‘air prisons’ by flailing their legs and arms out.

Gasping a bit, Silver swirled his hands as though conjuring a tornado, circling his arms with the notion as the children now were in a ‘lazy airstream’ where they rotated and flew in a circle, hoping to once again keep their attentions from acting out again.

“Digging around might prove to be some good.” Silver nodded, looking to Blaze within his hurried panic to agree speedily with Amy, “I’ll take this shift, why not go help Amy find something for the children to play with?”

“And if all else fails-!” Ever the optimist, Amy winked to Blaze, “We can just build a fort out of these spare parts left behind in this old room! It’s dreary as it is, with one lamp swaying above us like some kind of horror movie… That’s it!” Amy’s glee overcame her comforting speech, bringing her bundled hands up to her cheeks.

“We’ll set up a movie!” She cheered, squeeing as she tapped her feet interchangeably against the dusty ground beneath her in her brilliant excitement over forming a perfect new plan!

Silver and Blaze looked to one another, then to Amy. “A… movie?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t watched one before!?” Completely in shock, Amy looked up at the children, “I’m sure these little kittens would love to see some real cinema! And nothing with fighting or war, either!” She began to search about, finding a monitor and two speakers.

At first, Amy proposed acting things out, but after texting Sonic, he suggested using a Miles-Electric to connect the monitor and speakers to. Tails would have been proud.

Thankful for that advice, she hooked up another spare Miles-Electric and got the kids watching Phantom of the Opera.

“It’s a little spooky, but it shouldn’t be anything ‘nightmare’ inducing.” She thought about ‘certain scenes’ and decided to ask Silver and Blaze to watch it too, “Just in case.” She blinked and kept her eyes closed as a slight prickle of worry nagged at her musical-loving heart, tilting her head with a sweat drop to reveal her awkward unsureness…

“But it’s a classic! Should be alright, at-at least… That much.” She decided to just let the movie play as she texted Sonic again on her own.

Amy: My brilliant strategist! How’d you know exactly what we needed when we needed it the most?

Sonic: Cute, but flattery won’t win the war against the bundles of joys! Keep at it, Amy. You’re Silver and Blaze’s only hope!

She chuckled at Sonic’s silliness, and blushed slightly at him calling her cute… Or… was he just calling her words cute? E-Either way, s-same thing, right?

Amy: It’s been so long since I’ve seen the Phantom. A beautiful Hedgehog singing a gorgeous song, but tortured all his life for a deformed face… forced to hide his gift and talents, falling for the girl he taught in her sleep…

Sonic: Oh, is that what it’s about? Not an actual ghost..?

Amy was once again thrown for a loop, and sent a meme of Classic Sonic running up a loop-de-loop before slipping and falling down in a circular spin, his chibi-arms and legs spread out in dramatic, old-school animation affect.

Amy: WHHAATT??? You haven’t seen the movie either!?

Sonic: Not in particular. I haven’t seen a movie in years. I am a movie!

Amy rolled her eyes.

Amy: That doesn’t count??? Next time you’re resting here, we’re watching it! Together! No Recruit or Little Other Sonic allowed!

Sonic: Haha, alright. If you say so. But it sounds a bit romantic… I’m not really into sappy kind of movies…

Amy: SAPPY???

She had to put the Miles-Electric down, it was too much, but she heard the ‘ding!’ of another message and quickly picked it up again, unable to resist seeing his messages to her… His replies… it was a reminder that he was alive and well, and she couldn’t help but love that immediate comfort of him texting speedily back to her.

Sonic sent a meme, super outdated, but it was a gif of his old ‘shocked’ face back when he was filmed by the news at Station Square when Chaos was on the loose in the sewers, and G.U.N were mistaking him as Shadow.

It became a meme spread around so long ago… One of the many Adventures the blue blur went on… She found it funny how he didn’t have any other ‘modern’ image but that one.

Sonic: Was I wrong?

Amy: So wrong! It’s embarrassing! We gotta get your cultured…

Sonic: … Wasn’t ‘cultured’ a… inappropriate saying?

She face-palmed herself.

Amy: Okay, Boomer, we’re gonna really need to get you updated on some things… For starters, why is that the only saying you remember!? And furthermore, you were trapped for a couple months, not years!!! There’s no excuse for how out-of-touch you’ve been with the world!

Sonic: … Boomer? Like… Sonic Boomer?

Amy: UGH. Emergency, all forces respond, we have an outdated man over here TAT

Sonic: -_- Stand down emergency, I’m trying to be ‘outdated’ by a woman who thinks I NEED to step into theatres in order to live!

Amy: … You still think Movies are watched in theatres only???

Sonic: I wouldn’t have suggested using the Miles-Electric setup for your movie night if I DIDN’T know you could use the internet Amy.

He sent a ‘rolling eyes’ emoji and she almost felt like crying.

Amy: How have I never known this before? Didn’t we see Chao in Space before!?

Sonic: Oh, yeah! Great movie! I loved the part when-

Her eyes were suddenly pulled from the chat to see everyone debating something odd.

Sonic: … You haven’t messaged back in 0.5 seconds with a paragraph of words I’ll only skim through, yet… What happened? Everything okay?

Amy: You? Worried? Haha! No stress. It seems the children are CONVINCED the Phantom looks like Silver… they’re demanding him to sing.

She photoshopped quickly through the Miles-Electric Silver’s picture she took with the children all pointing at the monitor and him, putting a crudely placed ‘half-mask’ over his eye.

Sonic: Yikes, looks eerily like Infinite…

With that statement… she froze.

Looking at her picture and then Silver, she thought maybe ‘Phantom of the Opera’ wasn’t the thing for the kids…

Before anyone made the connection, she cut that plug–so to speak–and started them on ‘C.A.T.S’ the musical.

Amy: Change of plans, I’m having them watch a new musical now.

Sonic: Oh? Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin the vibe…

Amy: The vibe??? What era are you literally on, anyway?

Sonic: I just asked Little Me if ‘Vibe’ is too old, he just blinked and raised an eyebrow, frowning at me.

Amy: He’s not a reliable source for ‘modern slang’, Sonic…

Sonic sent back a Classic Sonic picture he had taken with a side-eye expression.

Sonic: Got a kid right here who’s also judging me.

Amy: Haha! And for good reason! Aww, he’s like that one Monkey meme!

Sonic: Monkey Meme..?

Amy: Seriously? That one’s old! Come on, Sonic…

Sonic: Monkey Meme or not, I’ve got a war to win. Any investigation reports on Infinite’s weakness..?

Amy: Nothing… Oh no.

Sonic: What? What happened?

Sonic: 0.1, 0.2, 0.3…

Amy: Very funny, I had to stop texting how silly you are with the times to find out Blaze has some ‘strong’ opinions on humans playing as cats…

Sonic: LOL. Send me pics.

Amy: I’ll do you one better…

The video she sent Sonic in secret ended up being edited by him later. They started using her twitching eyebrow to express distrain for the–now recognized as illusions–past villains showing up and joking about things through her reactive expressions while Amy secretly filmed her watching C.A.T.S.

Amy: Do you sing, Sonic?

Sonic: No, why? -I’m lying, but go on?-

Amy: LOL. We should sing Phantom sometime… I miss you.

That last line caught her own feelings off guard, but she didn’t regret it.

He didn’t message back until all the war was over, and the clean-up community was in place…

Finally, after so long, she got a message.

Sonic: Miss Christine DYING of boredom. What are you doing later tongiht?

Sonic: *Tongiht.

Sonic: *Tonggit

Sonic: … That time when the night comes along.

Amy: Softly, gently, night unfurls its splendor?

Sonic: … What?

Amy: Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world.

Sonic: ???

Amy: Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.

Sonic: I’m missing something here…

Amy: Let your soul take you where you long to be! -super high beautiful note!-

Sonic: Oh, you're quoting the music or something?

Amy: Only then can you belong to me…

Sonic: Creepy.

He sent a meme of Blaze holding up her hand over her eyes to avoid the ‘cringe’ of whatever scene in C.A.T.S they were doing.

Amy: You alone can make my song take flight.

Amy: Help me make the music of the night.

Sonic: Did Silver ever end up caving and singing to those kids..?

He sent a meme of Blaze blinking rapidly for a moment, as though watching something that took her back while watching C.A.T.S that very night he was mentioning.

Amy couldn’t help but laugh, trying not to wheeze while she picked up rubble and put it in a trashbag.

Amy: Yes, actually. His singing was the only thing that made the kids sleep that night. I honestly think he has a hidden talent. Blaze even fell asleep with them!

Sonic: The Phantom of the Meows, for sure.

Amy: It’s over now the music/meows of the night~

Sonic: Hah. So… Music tongiht?

Amy: Hehe, let’s get your thumbs texting ‘Tonight’ right or at least get spell check to save you first, buddy.

Sonic: Buddy? … I’ve been reduced to ‘Buddy’?

Amy laughed.

Amy: Serenade me with a song sometime, I wanna hear your best, too, Sonic!

Sonic: … Okay. If I can find my old guitar again, you got it! But no ‘sappy’ stuff, alright?

Amy: Deal! ;3

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Fanfiction Entry #814 (x)

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Song fic request: I've been listening to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and I'd love to see a Sonic prompt but I can't think of anything except Sonic performing it. So take this as a freebie to do whatever you want with this

Shrug, okay! (Prompts are permanently shut down. Gonna be working on original stories and editing old stories from now on ^^)

It's a good song~

Prompt:

When are you gonna come down?

Sonic sits on the iconic X-Tornadow, head much straight forward. His eyes are locked onto something not found anywhere in the physical realm, but deep within his mind… Tails is piloting, but he doesn’t look back to see him. Instead, he has one arm up over a raised knee, letting the wind beat against him in his concentrated thinking…

What is he reflecting about?

When are you going to land?

The plane begins to descend, but just enough to fly over trees, now having the landscape change as they pass the Mystic Ruin Jungles to be over the ocean, with Angel Island closing in.

I should have stayed on the farm

Knuckles looks from his post of standing guard with his arms crossed in front of the Master Emerald, turning to the sound of the familiar biplane.

I should have listened to my old man

Knuckles watches the distant plane before turning to look at Amy sitting in a patch of flowers, also sincerely solemn, stroking a pretty violet flower.

You know you can't hold me forever

Sonic’s face smirks as he comes closer to the island, covering the view of the camera as the blue shifts to the petals of bluish violet in Amy’s hands.

I didn't sign up with you

She looks… sad. Her eyes arch in quiet acceptance of sorrow, and smells the flower before it’s taken in the wind of the passing X-Tornado.

I'm not a present for your friends to open

Shadow and Silver are standing respectfully on two ruined pillars, broken and fallen halfway, gazing at Knuckles and Amy before looking up to see Sonic and Tails pass overhead. The wind is following in the their wake… Shadow has his arms folded, standing on the broken-half of the still standing pillar, while Silver has one leg up on the fallen half, also turning his head to see.

This boy's too young to be singing

Shadow’s expression narrows as he sees Sonic’s true destination…

The blues, ah, ah

The scene opens up as the biplane now angles itself more outward and reveals the large fleet of Eggman’s robotic ships. At the helm of one, is Neo Metal Sonic.

So goodbye yellow brick road

The scene then fades to reveal Classic Metal Sonic, as Classic Sonic and Tails are replaced and the biplane looks much older in design. They clash..!

Where the dogs of society howl

As Classic Sonic leaps off the biplane to land a hit to Classic Metal Sonic, dynamically showing a battle is to unfold, the scene once again smoothly transitions and cuts to the inside of the Detective Agency for Team Chaotix. It’s a typical scenario, where Vector is leaning too far back on his office chair with feet up on his desk, laughing before waving his large arms in fright at falling, and espio–sitting somewhat on the edge of the desk, jumps down to catch him as Charmy, flying overhead, catches the edge of the seat from the right side. All laugh again after sighing with sweat drops on the sides of their faces in relief.

You can't plant me in your penthouse

Cosmo seems to be praying in a flashback, looking up to have her face reflected in the converted spaceship’s window, smiling off to what some may assume is Tails somewhere else.

I'm going back to my plough

A fishing rod is casted into a lake, and wiping his brow, Big the Cat wiggles his ears in anticipation for a fish, while Froggy is shown to jump on his head to look as well to see if he got anything new from his expectant catch.

Back to the howling old owls

Eggman is in a dark room, he spin in his metallic chair and gleams a crooked grin, his glasses are fully white and his fingers are together, as though scheming yet again…

Hunting the horny back toad

The scene scrolls up to the sky, where the camera is now beneath the air-battle above, showing a below-perspective but moving closer, spinning at just the last second to reveal another transition. Maybe that previous shot was Eggman watching the battle unfold in the dark room..? Scheming to get Sonic The Hedgehog again..?

Oh, I've finally decided my future lies

Blaze is standing on top of a burning skyscraper… 

Beyond the yellow brick road

The scene then slowly fades to reveal Silver where Blaze once stood, on a tree’s peak at the top of itself, but looking over a beautiful Angel Island landscape instead of a ablazed city. A brilliant horizon is displayed with a sun flare that the camera slowly moves closer to, the portrayed sunset clearly symbolizes hope and the renewal of a better future than what was.

Ah, ah

The wind carries the camera yet again and Classic Sonic and Classic Metal Sonic are fighting, then it moves past more metal walls and they’re Modern Sonic and Neo Metal Sonic fighting on the bridge of the ship’s main control room, having plenty of space to duke it out while Tails flies the Biplane around the area and barrel rools to dodge other Egg pawns piloting eggman ships firing at him.

What do you think you'll do then?

Sonic pulls back, fists up, as behind him…

I bet they'll shoot down the plane

Tails is in a barrel dive, with one wing smoking as he falls.

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics

Sonic’s eyes turn and then his whole upper-torso to look over his shoulder. He’s alarmed.

To set you on your feet again

He scrambles to run and then jumps off the broken face of the Eggman mothership to reach out for the falling plane.

Maybe you'll get a replacement

Tails is fighting the g-force dive, getting his body pushed back forcibly mustn’t be a pleasant experience, but it’s clear from his tears spraying up to catch Sonic above that he also doesn’t feel he’s good enough for Sonic.

There's plenty like me to be found

He looks up, seeing Sonic freefalling with concern on his face, spreading himself out. Tails smiles through his trees and the brute velocity of the downward fall, having leveled out his spinning from before, he pulls up the steering but it breaks off, and he looks to the camera as though surprised that happen.

Mongrels who ain't got a penny

He tosses the broken pieces and wiggles himself out of the open cockpit, pushing himself up towards Sonic and spinning his tails, reaching for his best friend, who’s also trying to reach out to him, giving him a pleasant and relieved open smile.

Sniffing for tidbits like you

They interlink their fingers and pull their faces a little closer, then smile to one another as their beings fade once more to Classic Tails and Sonic laughing. Tears… are still spraying around the air, and they’re still falling… (Think Spirited Away moment.)

On the ground, ah, ah

They spin in the air as the Plane fully explodes on the ground.

So goodbye yellow brick road

Tails pulls Sonic’s arms together, now back to Modern depictions of themselves, and flies him like old times to safety, the explosion cloud still behind them, both are fine.

Where the dogs of society howl

Neo Metal Sonic keeps his head up, peering down at their escape, and his eyes blare red as he lifts a claw up, menacingly…

You can't plant me in your penthouse

Sonic winks to him, as the scene speedily returns to Amy and Knuckles watching from Angel Island. She has her hands put together up by her mouth, looking worried, as Knuckles looks somewhat bent in a spread knee position, as though bracing to jump and glide off the island to come help… but he loosens up.

I'm going back to my plough

Silver and Shadow are walking away across Angel Island from the scene, it’s clear their story arcs have ended already, and there is no reason to step in and help out here… He’s got it. They simply… depart.

Back to the howling old owls

Team Chaotix are now turned towards the upward, retro T.V hanging from the top of their detective agency and hooting and hollering in cheers at watching the news, seeing the battle unfold, as the screen depicts Sonic and Tails flying heroically through the air, Sonic’s legs in front of himself.

Hunting the horny back toad

The Camera cuts immediately to Tails sweeping Sonic across’s feet across the camera, which is below them, and the two fly back to the on-coming Egg pawn ships and the main battleship overhead still… slowly encroaching… probably after Angel Island, and who knows what next? Or where… the Square city? Station Square..?

Oh, I've finally decided my future lies

Sonic’s no longer in deep thought about the endless loop of his life of adventure, fighting the same foes and bad guys. He smirks, iconically, as he is flying back to fight.

Beyond the yellow brick road

Tails, unawares of this accepting moment that Sonic is having of his past, present, and future all lining up with his deepest beliefs and long-held statutes, swings him into the fray as he flies through the air, spreads himself out to aim while the Camera catches up behind him, and spin-dashes into a zig-zagging bounce of homing attacks through the enemy airforce…

Ah, ah

The epic battle ceases into a still-freeze frame, like the iconic Sonic X or anime held cut-off or cliffhanger. The art is now extremely detailed but also somewhat sepia… a callback to the early days of children’s anime and animation… “To Be Continued…” Is in yellow… as then the ‘Shining Road’ theme begins to play while the ‘Dots’ for after the ‘Continued’ script weave as though a road… resembling Sonic’s old checkerboard pattern before everything fades…

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Fanfiction entry #813 (x)

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Tumblr Prompt Combined - Sonamy Boom

Prompts are on permanent shut down, sorry. ;’(

Prompt:

Amy had been having some hard times.

It wasn’t enough to dive herself into her charity work, the penguins had their sweaters, and the island was small enough that the little town barely had any fundraisers.

So to completely distract herself from her emotions, she used one of Tails’s top of the line communication devices, a satellite dish able to send a signal out far across the surface of the world.

Turns out someone did respond. A small agency that is trying to socialize specialized cyber-puppies to treat different ailing patients. The one they wanted to send her needed training on aircraft, which Tails would most certainly provided with enough big-hedgehog-eyes pleading for him to.

The puppy’s time in the plane was perfect. Its little mechanized eye revealed that dog was born without one, and therefore, they take disabled dogs and cyber-them-up to help people with other disabilities, too. This dog had a small bonus, his cyber-half of his body could also sense emotional disturbances, and as he stuck his head out of the plane, he turned back to see Amy looking down and having stopped petting him.

His ear lifted up, and a small antenna came out of its eardrum, showing the dog was also born with one ear being deaf. It let out a highly untraceable set of wavelengths, tapping into Amy’s chest to see her heart rate seemed to reveal her emotional distress.

Whatever she was going through, his one cyber-eye read out in small print–”Lon.”

Lonely, Overstimulated, Neglected.

His antenna withdrew back in, as he tilted his head, as though trying to remember what his puppy-training had taught him to help a patient in this particular emotional need.

He curled his body to round and rub against her in cute circles around her lap, yipping sweetly to engage her back to her senses.

Amy rose her head, blinking a second as she was pulled out of her sorrowful thoughts about being alone with her emotions, since the ‘group therapy’ she did with her friends didn’t really help anyone… It was more for herself, anyway… to feel useful, wanted, appreciated…

She petted his head, smiling, and not realizing he sensed anything like a disturbance in her body.

“It’s alright, cutie.” she giggled, “I can’t believe they don’t have a Puppy of you in my favorite game.” She sighed, wishing it were real. “You’re just gonna have to be my own little original piece!” She played with his cheeks, fluffy and soft, as he yipped again in joy at her mood improving.

It was what he was trained to sense and help correct in a patient’s body, anyway; to encourage mood regulation.

He yawned at his hard work done and laid down on her lap, making her squeal at his cuteness, unaware of what a good boy he was.

She took pictures on her phone to the group chat. Surprisingly, Sticks and Sonic were the first to respond.

Stick: He’s now my son.

Sonic: Aw, what a cool looking dog!

Amy smiled. It was nice to see Sonic looking at his phone again.

She quickly texted: He’s being trained to use his cyber-soft-side to treat all sorts of different patients all over the world! He needed flight conditioning, so I begged Tails to let him take a ride with us! The agency said they’d allow me to foster him for a few days, wanna help ‘socialize’ him?

Shadow: Remove me from this chat.

Sticks: Aww, a government cyclops experiment gone horribly right! Who would have thought? At least I know my tax dollars are going into puppy-rehabilitation recovery efforts to help save humanity instead of the shadow-agents that try and- HEY! There’s one that just leaked into the chat! Quick! Tails! Send me a link to his location and I’ll clobber him!

Knuckles: I clo bb two!

Sonic: I think Knuckles is trying to type out that he wants to clobber him, too. Look out, ‘Shadow Agent’!

Shadow: /Leave Chat.

Shadow: /Leave group Chat.

Shadow: /Leave Sonic Team group chat.

Shadow: /Leave Sonic Team chat.

Sonic: Have you tried googling it?

Amy laughed with a reluctant sigh. She had ‘secretly’ gotten Shadow’s details, finding it surprising that he even carried a phone, but when having snagged it behind his back–being the real ‘Shadow Agent’ here…–she discovered he mostly held audio books and some songs on it. He held no contacts, mostly using it as a type of ‘Ipad’, it seemed.

Amy: Shadow, come to my hut, I’ll help you off if you really want me to.

It was a lie. She just wanted him to have company in his lonely life…

She knew how that felt… but she couldn’t understand the part where he willingly let himself be isolated…

She hated that feeling…

As her hand rested on the cyborg puppy, the synthetic hairs sticking out of his metal back plate send an electrical signal down to him.

He blinked his little eyes, his robotic one indicating an new emotional state–”TIR”

Tired, Irritable, Reflective.

He held up his head and look back to her, seeing her engage his gaze, he wagged his half-metal tail and stuck his slobbery tongue out, giving her an open smile.

Success! She cooed over him and gave him a big hug on her lap, “You’re so precious!!!” She rubbed her head back and forth against his synthetic patch of fake, furry hair as the electrical currents read out–STB

Stable, Trusted, Balanced.

The patient’s emotional health was increasing to normal levels again.

He happily took the praises with little pants, and licked the top of her forehead, where no quills would harm him.

After Tails landed, he wanted to obviously play with the puppy, trying to get him interested in a stick. “Go long, boy!” He lifted a foot up, trying to not wobble too much and blinked down an eye, sticking out his tongue, and went to throw the ball.

The cyborg-puppy’s tail slowly ceased wagging as both him and Tails watched as the ball barely went anywhere… but sure held some air time on its long ‘toss’ skyward before dropping just a few steps in front of them.

Tails’s tails drooped, “Ohhh…” When his ears twitched down, the cyborg-puppy’s twitched up, the one mechanical ear’s antenna coming out–EBA.

Encourage, Balance, Assist.

It was instructions this time.

Cyborg-puppy happily spun around, barking cheerily, and lifted himself onto two legs to get Tails’s attention, trying to lick his nose.

“Ah-haha! Hey! Hehe, you don’t mind my shortcomings, do you buddy? Do you? No, you don’t~ You don’t judge anything so long as it rubs your sparking belly? Do you, boy? Do youuuu~” instantly cheered up, Tails rubbed at his electrically static body, before the cyborg-puppy ran the short distance to retrieve the ball and carry it back to him.

He nudged with it in his mouth for Tails to try again.

“Aww, you still want to play with me? Haha! You’re very kind, boy, thanks! I’ll practice my underswing, then!” He looked at his tails, “Or better yet..!” He took the ball into the two-pinching tail tufts of one of his tails, spun his tails in a helicopter fashion, and the ball went flying off as though propelled by a whirling windmill..!

The good cyborg-pup yipped in glee and took off after it, as Tails put his hands to his hips, looking well pleased with his next try.

He nodded, “Hmm, I did it!”

The Cyborg-Puppy returned with his mechanically red eye reading–STB, once more, he was a good boy!

He yawned, after a few passes with Tails and rested on the couch, as Tails had to leave.

The next day, Amy fed him, reaching down to pat his head as he consumed tasty Mehburger-nibbles for Dogs before a gust of wind caught them both off guard.

The Cyborg-Pup blinked his eyes, wondering what that was, as it read–CEE.

Confident, Excitable, Energerized.

Ah, not a patient, then?

The cyborg-pup licked its chops, and went back to eating.

“Heya, Amy! You don’t mind if I come early to the party, do you?” He had gotten her group text to Shadow, and apparently thought it was an invite.

“You’re just here to annoy Shadow when he gets here, aren’t you?” She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned.

“Hehe~ How’d you know?” He came to wiggle a finger against the top of the cyborg-pup’s head. “And to say hello to this guy!”

“Are you gonna try and stop me from helping Shadow leave the chat?”

“Please, Amy. I knew if you wanted him out, you have admin privileges to have already kicked him by now.”

Amy beamed. “Good! Cause I wasn’t planning to actually get him to leave without mingling with us first!” She laughed, a wicked plan with hopefully positive results, she dreamed.

The cyborg-pup barked up to Amy, and she patted his head, “Want to hold him?”

“Oh? Can I? Sure!”

Sonic watched as Amy picked the little mechanized pooch up, and let Sonic hold him.

“Haha! Hey, that tickles!” Sonic laughed, as the Cyborg-Puppy licked his face, but then his eye read–STB.

He stopped licking, remembering Sonic didn’t need any extra lovings, as Sonic rubbed his muzzle from the saliva.

“Good dog.” He stated, patting and rubbing his head as he looked to Amy.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Ames?” He asked, but she seemed to be staring at the dog…

His antenna activated with a tilt of his head, his eye reading–”Lon” again.

What? But he had just cured her! This can’t be right…

He looked up at Sonic, then Amy, withdrawing his antenna back into his metal eardrum again.

Was it this ‘other fellow’? Was he the cause of her sudden mood change?

Trying to find a solution, the Cyborg-Puppy gently nudged Sonic’s hand on his head, and tried to move it over as though suggesting Sonic should pet her head instead.

Not getting it, the two didn’t have time to figure it out before more guests started showing up.

Sticks and Knuckles play wrestled cutely with the cyborg-puppy on the ground, as Sticks wanted to teach it how to speak all the government secrets out of it’s little cute metal noggin, and Knuckles just wanted to show off how much he had improved his piano skills–only two notes down–as well as his weight training–lifting Amy’s entire hut–but she told him to stop that.

Although neurotic, Sticks’s bio to the cyborg-puppy just read anxiety, to which distracting her and letting her teach him odd picture things about ‘shadow agents parachuting information into a large pentagon structure’ was actually calming her down and helping her feel loved that he was paying attention.

For Knuckles, just having the little cyborg-puppy wag his tail and yip at his different odd actions made the big red man happy, so he was happy doing his duties.

Then… the other hedgehog walked in.

His head twitched as his eye kept reading different statuses, and it made him whimper and lean that eye down, scratching at it.

Amy picked up the cyborg-puppy, “Shadow, I’m glad you came!” She looked a little worried, but tried to have her voice come off pleasant enough, wanting him to feel included.

The cyborg-puppy’s antenna came out, lifting his ear to turn it to Amy, it read out clearly–VPI

Vicariously, Projecting, Ideals.

Amy was reflecting her own desires for herself onto Shadow, mirroring her wishes that others would do for her onto him.

Hmm, not a very healthy way to go about things. It would be better if she explained what she was feeling to the other fun patients and non-patients. If she did, she wouldn’t have to unhealthily cope by over-exerting herself for others, only causing further burnout onto herself.

He yipped, but all ignored him.

Shadow twitched an eye, holding out his phone, “Take me off.” He asked, a bit sternly. “Teams are not really my thing…” He pulled back when the cyborg-puppy wiggled out of Amy’s grasp, running up to wag his tail and yip for Shadow to hold him, instead.

“... Nor am I one give in to the demands of… other lifeforms.” He turned his head away, but his eyes remained on the innocent cuties gestures, as he spun a few times to show he wasn’t backing down from wanting to be given attention from Shadow.

Amy giggled, “Aww, he likes you!”

“Impossible.” Shadow stated, but the Cyborg-Puppy put a heart in his mechanical red eye, and Shadow was forced to twitch.

“Eugh… Fine, I concede. But on my own terms.” He seemed to relax around the cyborg-puppy now, glaring down at him but having a hand on his hip, showing he was paying attention to its attention-seeking behaviors now. “Why does the frankenstein mutt want my approval so much?”

“He’s not a mutt!” Taking offense to that, Sticks jumped forward on all fours, hopping over the cyborg-puppy as though protectively defending him against such words.

“I would give my life for this zombified government experiment!” She bit the air towards Shadow.

“Zombified? So it’s not alive?” He moved an arm up over himself, as though ready to ‘swat’ her back if needs be. “How is that possible? Is he an alien experiment? Like I was…” Turning a bit theatrical and angsty, he held out a crumbled hand, as though tensing it into a fist but not fully forming into one just yet.

“Not so dramatically.” Sonic intervened, seeing Shadow was distracted from exiting the group chat–which amused Sonic greatly–to then gesturing everyone to sit and lay about as he played with the mechanical pooch after pulling it from Stick’s protective underbelly.

“But that’s a fun topic! In the case of a zombie apocalypse, who would survive? What would you do?” He put the dog up on his fists, as though a training weight, but Amy quickly scooped him off.

“That’s easy!” She petted him, moving her body to and fro in a girlie sense of daydreaming, “I’d build a bunker all with armed, adorable little flickies and creatures! Our good boy would be there, obviously, and I’d have a living room for all of you to continue to enjoy our raided food supplies we’d totally steal from Eggman. Cause he doesn’t need to eat much.”

“He could afford the raid.” Tails snickered, “But if Sonic became a Zombie, we’d all be bitten and become part of his undead army instantly!”

“Not necessarily.” Shadow suddenly interjected, as the cyborg-puppy noted that everyone was actually turning more stable besides Sonic… who was slowly having his statuses change…

“I’m immune to all known bacteria and diseases.” He began, as Knuckles whispered over to Sticks.

“That means he’s afraid of germs.” He teased.

“Germs are afraid of me.” Shadow raised his head up, narrowing his eyes to Knuckles intimidatingly. “As I was saying, I’d-”

“I would defend and provide all the supplies for Tails’s weaponry by utilizing my carefully honed scavenger skills!” She hopped left and right in front of Shadow, cutting him off.

“W-What? Ugh. As I was saying…” Shadow was about to disregard her, double-taking a moment before having Knuckles enter the screen.

“Yeah! And then I’d play the ukulele! Cause you know, Pianos wouldn’t be able to run fast enough, when worse comes to worser, they’d be the first to go out with a zombie-bang.” He shrugged, as though that made sense.

“What I’m saying is-!” Shadow tried to shove Sticks’s and Knuckles’s heads out of the way but Tails then flew up to completely cover him from sight of Sonic and Amy, as the Cyborg-Puppy realized Amy was also having her emotions affected for some reason.

“Who says I’d be making weapons! I’d make the cure!” He cheered.

“ENOUGH! LET HIM SPEAK!”

Everyone suddenly got spooked back a bit, Amy’s outburst came out so personal… as though people covering up Shadow affected her too greatly.

She was huffing and heaving… and that’s when Cyborg-Puppy noticed Sonic’s emotional state had picked up on Amy far before his mechanical instincts did…

Was he just like him?

He sniffed, where was his mechanics? Were they hidden somewhere? How did he pick up on it, and why did his state change with hers? Were they synced up like his devices were to his mainframe and brain?

Sonic immediately took Amy’s shoulder, pulling her slightly towards him, “Ah-haha, okay, so!” He gestured to Shadow, “You were saying?”

“Ehem, yes. I was.” Shadow cleared his throat and stepped forward, “I was going to say I’d merciless take out each and everyone of you… without hesitating. I’d be the last to survive on this island.”

Everyone went quiet… but Amy groaned and put Cyborg Puppy down, stomping away.

Sonic’s ears fell and he went off after her as the rest argued how’d they survive a Shadow-Apocalypse as fugitive Zombies.

“Amy…” Sonic’s voice carried a much gentler, kinder tone as he reached out for her in the kitchen area, but she leaned over a counter and seemed disturbed…

Twitching his head again, whimpering, the cyborg-puppy came with them—UCI.

Underqualified, concerned, Inept.

Ah, the blue man didn’t know how to comfort the pink girl, that’s where he came in!

The cyborg-puppy tried to get a read on Amy… but so many letters in the alphabet suddenly scrolled across his eye that it was even more than the black and red man!

He rubbed his paw against his eye, snorting out his irritability.

That’s it! He was fed up trying to solve every patient’s problems!

That is… until Sonic picked him up… did he sense… the Cyborg-Puppy’s fear at failing his objectives?

“What’s wrong?” He continued his question to Amy, “You’re not yourself, lately… Something I can do?”

“... I want Shadow to like us…” She shook her head, and Cyborg-Puppy did as well, knowing that wasn’t true.

She was shoving all her needs onto a foreign entity, everything she would say would be a reflection of how she wanted others to treat her. She wanted Shadow to belong… because she wanted to feel she belonged, too.

“I want him to be heard, to be listened to… I want him to feel loved.” She looked to Sonic with tears in her eyes. “It’s how I want us all to be… one big… happy-…” She started to cry and covered her face, not finishing her thought, but it was clearly the resounding feeling she felt she was forever barred from.

Sonic smiled, and the Cyborg-Puppy’s eye stabilized to show him that Sonic understood Amy’s feelings.

But how? Without technology, how could these creatures help themselves?

Wasn’t… he needed?

Cyborg-Puppy watched and took note of how Sonic pulled Amy’s arm to him, and with him in the middle, he embraced her.

He yipped in surprise, without pulling out his antenna, he could hear Sonic’s heartbeat… On the other side of his deaf ear, he could feel Amy’s heartbeat…

They were… syncing up… without scratchy metal gear… without precise and calibrated communicators…

The pretty pink Patient hadn’t fully, clearly, stated what she was feeling… And yet, the seemingly confident, though actually worried about his own capabilities, blue New Patient had started to cure each other… They were good people.

Yawning out his stress and shaking it away, the two naturally broke their hug, as the Cyborg-Puppy realized that not everyone needed him. Sometimes… They needed each other.

To understand more than just be conditioned to a biplane, the little Cyborg-Puppy finished his training, as the ‘Family’ of strange creatures he had loved and been with seemed to do just fine without him.

He had faith… that even when he left, they would be well-taken care of… by each other.

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Added to Fanfiction, Wattpad, and Archive's version of the stories~

Unfortunately, the prompts are fully closed and suspended for the foreseeable future. But luckily, you got yours in on time! <3 So here you go, beautiful friend!

For those of you unaware, Harmony is an OC created for the Story: “Sonic and the Harmony of Chaos” Which is featured on all my writing sites, Archive (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14115129/chapters/32523255), Wattpad (https://www.wattpad.com/story/125715860-sonic-and-the-harmony-of-chaos), and Fanfiction (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12689044/1/Sonic-and-the-Harmony-of-Chaos-UNDER-EDITING). Please click the links in the ‘links’ to view them on whatever site you’re more comfortable with!

Admittedly… I haven’t re-read my old story in a long time XD So I’ll just… Do what I want~ lolol Have fun with it! <3

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Prompt:

It’s been quite a long time. The two gods sat comfortably upon their now unified prison, The Master Emerald. Within it, a skinny pink crystal sparkled to create a stunning mixed hue that sparkled light throughout it clearly.

Dazzling rays of power… they sat like they were on a couple’s love swing than a throne, as Sonic walked by with hands low to greet the Chao that came cooing to his feet.

Each Chao represented a different ‘era’ of Chaos and Harmony’s powers united, and the newest Chao tripped over his feet and cried to try and get to Sonic, but was picked up with both hands and placed lightly back down with a flop of his teardrop body by a lovely pink hedgehog.

She smiled to him as he looked back up and waved to her, waddling away to be greeted by Sonic as she giggled at that cute response.

She scrunched up her nose as she spoke to herself, “Reminds me of someone I know…” Reminiscing about her old days of pursuing the young blue hero…

She gave him a quick glance again… mischief spraying its alluring colors over her eyes like the Master Emerald and Harmony Crystal’s mixed glimmers…

“Well…” She looked away, remembering how they literally re-crafted the world together after Harmony’s powers were sucking it dry… like the machine upon the Lost World… “I’m not that old..!” She bolted off with a laughing spree, carelessly jumping into Sonic and having the two roll down to the ground.

Thinking it a game, the Chao had exclamation points where their floating balls once hovered, before jumping with cheery cries to also hug and jump on Sonic.

“Pah! Amy! Offph! Y-You’re a terrible influence!” Sonic recovered rather quickly from the surprise, already used to it from time-to-time, and quickly turned Amy over with a reach of his arm.

She was pinned but didn’t mind, kicking her feet and laughing, as Sonic smiled a cocky grin from above, but his eyes were relaxed… it was nice to see they were getting along so well.

“I’m the best influence.” She gasped lightly when she saw a grass blade get blown to Sonic’s muzzle. Lifting her head up slightly from the ground, she blew gently for it to fly off, and the two watched it take flight yet again…

The Chao all freely chased the blade of grass, as Sonic slowly got off of his hovering stance over Amy and offered her his hand.

As she took it, Harmony also leaned to Chaos and offered her hand.

His crystal eyes looked to her bloodred ones, and took it, bubbling the surface of his claw-like hand as she seemed to respond with her own bubbles rising up her head.

It looked as though she was giggling just as carefree as the hedgehogs were.

“It really is peaceful now… a new generation of life and…” Amy swallowed a bit, “Destruction.” She looked to Chaos and Harmony, sitting comfortably and leaning their shoulders into one another, resting their heads together.

“... They really are happy, aren’t they?”

“... Still think they’re a couple?” Sonic teased, folding his arms but adjusting his footing so he was comfortably next to Amy as well.

“Emm… makes me jealous.” Amy wiggled her nose towards the two of them. “So happy. Such bliss. What fun.” She sighed in a monotone way, as though suggesting quite bluntly to Sonic that she wanted that.

He rolled his eyes, “It’s never enough for you, is it?” He put his hands to his hips and shook his head down, winking an eye to her with a smile.

“So? What’s the on the agenda for Amy Rose today, then?” He clapped his hands together, rubbing them as though suggesting he was going to be with her–no matter what those plans were.

“Weeeellll~” Amy swirled a finger around one of her pink quills…

“Don’t try to act demure now.” He narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “What do you have in mind… Huh, Amy?” He raised a cheeky eyebrow, as though not falling for that old trick.

She giggled, “Chase!”

She spread out her arms and hands towards him, hunching her body down as though about to pounce.

“Ye’Ah!” Sonic leaped up as though to avoid her, and took off, having her chasing behind him in a beautiful cascade of laughter.

Meanwhile, Harmony rose from the Master Emerald, twirled in the lightness of her body now flying as though made of bubbles in the air, and controlled the wind to bring her towards Amy.

In seconds, she lifted Amy with her wind and had her begin to fly, matching Sonic’s pace.

“H-Huh?” Sonic saw her grinning brightly next to him, and had to double-take. “Hey! That’s cheating!”

“I don’t mind~” She chimed, turning to her back and acting as though she was swimming in the air.

Seeing his cute pout, she hugged her stomach and laughed again, her spirit feeling free as Harmony carried her along, farther than Sonic was going around Angel Island.

“I know why they call it Angel Island, now, Sonic!” She called from the air, now high above them, “Because I can feel heaven from up here!” She stood straight with her legs together, her arms out wide, her chest out as the wind encircled her, and head completely back to take in the sun undeterred by the clouds below them.

She then free fell with Harmony at her side, spinning around her and flying with the same level of peace and tranquility, lifting her gently to a rise to scale the trees and ancient ruins of the island.

More blades of grass were brought up to follow Amy and Harmony’s flight path, as Sonic looked to the lazy god of destruction, just watching the two fly about.

“What? Aren’t you gonna help me?” Sonic stuck an accusatory finger his way, and the god only looked at him.

“You really are just an alien, mutated from a normal Chao and playing Guardian, aren’t ya?” Sonic mocked, turning his pointer finger in a twist motion from its ‘underbelly-side’ up.

Chaos narrowed some water over his crystals, as though to take that as a challenge.

His form leaned forward as two pillars of bending water crawled themselves up from the water fountains around them, and held as though about to strike.

“... Uh, oh.” Sonic’s ears bent back as he went to bolt, but Chaos snagged his leg and hoisted him up.

“I-I hate to inform you, since you p-probably don’t know,” He began to ramble in a type of humorous panic, sweating a bit as the second pillar turned him around and helped him upright, pushing against his back’s natural curve. “But me and water don’t get along! Ulrmp!” He was silenced by water encompassing him.

Amy continued to play with Harmony before seeing a fused Chaos Sonic surf by on more watery fluid from Chaos’s form making a curved pillar of a ‘wave’ except still with its spiked end.

Amy gasped, looking to Harmony as she nodded, and merged with her form to create Harmony Amy.

Now spiraling around each other in pink and blue watery fluids, the two made a spiral and the rainbowic blast created flowers spontaneously, killing the old and reviving the new seeds yet to grow.

The water fell away from the two and they were in an embrace, pulling lightly apart before Chaos Sonic stroked the side of Harmony Amy’s cheek.

She smiled.

His gaze softened.

Finally… Chaos Sonic matched her own happy grin.

The two spun as though a dance towards the ground, the water and air circulating by their waist to keep them steady, and landed with ease.

The Chao began to swarm them, mimicking the two guardian alien spirits grasping on to a partner nearest them, laughing and dancing in a circle to try and play the lovely scene out.

Harmony Amy took both of Chaos Sonic’s hands… looking down at them… her only active arm looking as though a single anchor point for the two hands that lightly began to hold her own with a squeeze.

She looked up and Chaos Sonic leaned forward…

Their foreheads touched… and the watery fluids of both Chaos and Harmony slipped off in gushes of blobs away and down Sonic and Amy’s forms…

When their eyes closed during the process, they could only hear the muffled waters receding, before opening them to see how close they were again…

“Oh, um… eh-heh.” Sonic awkwardly chuckled, sweatdropping but… not pulling away.

His eyes darted behind him but he didn’t move, looking back at her as she just giggled… waiting to see what he’d do.

Neither pulled away first…

So their laughter slowly ceased… as their eyes flickered to their still-smiling lips…

And the Chao were the only ones to witness it. Some covered their eyes while others cheered.

Some even pulled in other Chao to give them a peck on the cheek.

But Harmony and Chaos reformed on their usual love seat, the beautiful Master Emerald with its inner-encasement of the Harmony Crystal.

Their hands were together… bubbling before Harmony leaned over and bubbled by where her mouth would be some ‘popping’ love kisses to him.

Clearly… these ancient beings were lovers… as clearly…

As our blue hero and pink hopeless romantic… were well within each other’s arms… also merging at the lips…

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Combined Prompts

We all love a good Super Dark Sonamy, don’t we? XD Why not… both? In the same episode? :D lolol

Prompt:

It’s night.

Amy was told that Sonic’s quills had become as dark as the beautiful starry sky before her, missing him as astrologists missed those brilliant sights during the day.

Seeing the expanse of space again, she clutched her heart with one hand, looking around the forest, hoping she might catch the hurried hustle of a leafy breeze trying to scurry away into the dark.

“Sonic?” She did feel that wind, a sensation of something watching her was afoot… She just knew it.

“Sonic…” Her voice became more firm, her arched eyebrows now flattening out against her emerald pupils, suspiciously turning about.

“I know you’re going through… something.” She circled as she walked forward, trying to glimpse the very thing most avid fans or even normal eyes couldn’t trace well enough to sneak a peek at the infamous hedgehog.

“... Where are you?” Her voice became softer, almost enticing.

Something stirred in a nearby bush. The trees gently released some of their foliage, as though to signal to Amy that the wind she was seeking had rested here a moment… watching her from afar.

Amy’s eyes scanned multiple spots of the scene, before her eyes lit up like the moon above her, darting to the bush.

She lowered one hand to the ground, not fully crawling yet, but trying to see into the bush…

Her eyes squinted, before a hollow glow of white and black shown through on the other side…

She gasped, moving back and stumbling to now being on her bum, continuing to kick away as Sonic’s darker form moved out of the bush… getting back onto two legs as though moments prior, he was stalking a strange but comforting sound…

“Sonic…” Her eyes widened at the new sight…

Sonic stood tall, the moon behind him, as though to show its white glow was of the same intensity as his eyes now…

Amy searched for meaning, trying to find some expression in such a blank gaze… Like looking at a fiery piece of paper and realizing… whatever was there, would need a trained eye to coax the ink back out into the front, and read the delicate and suffering message upon it.

“Woah…” It was a mystery, but she turned her body to the side and slowly got back up, seeing this ‘new Sonic’ wasn’t going to hurt her.

Sonic would never hurt Amy…

She looked to the side of him, tilting her head almost comically to the side, threatening to fall over. “You’re…” She then smiled, circling him and giggling into a distant hand.

“You’re not a beast!” She laughed lightheartedly, making Sonic’s eyebrows raise as one went down with a slight crick of his head to show some stalled humor in that.

She chuckled again at his expression, “There you are.” She placed her hands on both sides of his face, recognizing the expression… “Buuttt… Hmm…” She looked around his eyes, “I still don’t see… the thing I love most about your face, Sonic…” She repositioned her footing, always having this sort of… cute wobble of instability about her stance.

“Emm… Where are they?” She lightly rubbed a thumb over his cheek, as he stared at her… nothing but white and the darkness coaxing his figure… But he visibly relaxed in her hold.

She ducked her nose down as she saw his eyelids close… After a few moments of silence, the shadowy body began to brighten back to a normal blue, and the wispy aura of dark emotions slowly ceased.

He flexed out his white gloves, and she lifted one hand off his cheek to look down at the sound of the tight fabric stretching.

“Thanks… Amy.”

Amy flinched the other hand off and skittered back in three, exactly small, steps before holding her hands up and slowly lowering them in her startlement at him speaking again.

“You okay?” She chimed, and put her hands behind her back, as he nodded with a signature smile.

“Never better..!” He flicked his nose in his iconic way, his eyes blinking back to life as their lime green color had returned like sunlit, grassy meadows.

“What brings you all the way out here?” He joked, trying to not show how much her company had meant to him.

After all, it was obvious there had been a change in him, need more be said?

She closed her own eyes, bowing her head in a slight giggle at his reluctance to speak further about what he must have been feeling, but pepped up to cheer him up even further. “Right.” She flared her arms out in a girlish manner to her sides, curving her wrists up slightly, as her noodly arms sweetly bent to show a ‘cute’ demeanour of play at work.

“Must of just been me.”

She nodded, then turned her head while keeping her curious eyes at him, as though one last final attempt to invite him to confess something.

But he nodded, showing that whatever she had done for him, it was enough. “Yeah. Thanks a heap… Amy.”

There was a loud crash while the two shared a warm smile of gratitude, and Sonic looked up at the sky behind his head.

His eyes looked as though the same thing that plagued them before… was threatening to do the same.

“What was that?” Amy reached out for Sonic, but her eyes never left the sky where he was staring at. Her footsteps leaned… before suddenly rushing in a clumsy manner to be beside him.

Sonic said nothing…

He looked serious, though, pulling out the Chaos Emeralds and looking them over.

She curiously followed his gaze, looking at their shimmering forms, before back up at Sonic.

“You’ve… collected them all?” She asked.

“Yeah… Me, Tails, and Knuckles did.” He nodded, confirming it. “We… We thought we needed them.”

That melancholy response… Amy suddenly felt a tightening in her chest, and held Sonic’s arm, making him look over at it.

“That seems… ominous. Or maybe… You didn’t need them… after all?” She tilted her head again, trying to light but also making humor her go-to to keep Sonic his usual, cheery self as well.

He looked to her with such eyes that made her drop her smile, which was what he always tried to avoid the most.

“It’s nothing.” He looked into each one of her eyes before speaking that, and put the relics of old power back into his back spikes. “It just means… I need a little bit more of your help this time around.”

His usual charm returning slightly, Amy straightened up and moved a little to give him room, putting her hands up by her cheeks, “Right! Tell me what I need to do!” She answered with enthusiasm, and he grinned at such a wonderful girl.

“There’s the right attitude.” He agreed, and held out his hand. “I need you… to keep me from that sound.”

“... Huh?” Amy was suddenly, figuratively knocked into left field. “D-Distracted?” She looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

However… Sonic didn’t dare look back.

“Yep!” With energy, he seemed to speak as though nothing was wrong. “Shouldn’t be too hard! I can’t go over there, that’s all.”

… That was never all…

Amy’s eyes looked worriedly towards that direction, seeing faded lights flashing from something in the misty fog… or was it… smoke?

“Keeping you from adventure… seems like an unlikely task…” She couldn’t help it, although she meant it in another way to cope through humor, her efforts to keep the mood light and happy were fading fast.

She looked at the hand that was still outstretched to her… something felt… not right.

Seeing he had made her worry… that was the second strike two in his pride’s ball game.

Women shouldn’t look so afraid… none of his friends should.

“Good thing you’re not a novice.” That bright, airy chime from him rose a fantastic, shining energy from within herself.

She looked at him with a genuinely overjoyed smile, opening her mouth to say something, before seeing his expression… was like it was locked into place…

She closed her mouth, nodding. “Right… Right, I’ll help you out.” She didn’t know why he couldn’t go back, but took his wrist and started to walk briskly in the other direction.

After a while, it felt like Sonic’s feet were sagging… more sounds of muffled gun fire… No,... Canons….

Tails had messaged her about Sonic’s last location, but she hadn’t heard from him sense.

She wanted to look back… but she worried she’d see her hero downhearted… she couldn’t bear to fail him now!

“Sonic, look!” She stopped her stride to point to a stream of light, “A shooting star!”

She didn’t hear anything, but felt his arm pull back slightly, as though before, he was slouching and now… standing taller to look up at the night’s sky.

“You know what that means, right?” She cheerily tried to keep herself from looking behind her…

She nodded, “You get to make a wish with-... Ah…”

She couldn’t help it. She lifted a finger to make a fact and turned around.

Her heart almost hit her knees…

It later fumbled off them and fell flat, even without a bounce, by her feet.

Sonic wasn’t staring at the sky anymore… he was fully turned to look back with roaming eyes at the sounds behind them… the sounds he had asked her to keep his attention away from.

“... Ohhhw, a simple walk isn’t gonna cut it!” She turned back to the front, mostly annoyed with herself, and then released somewhat her hold on his wrist.

Going down the hand, she gripped with such force his hand, making him turn to look at her first, then his hand, then back to her as she pulled him forward.

“W-Woah..!” He wobbled onto the leg he was forced to balance on while his other arm flailed a second in circles in the air.

But reaching to his quills, Amy ruffled her hands through them, and in still-frames, Sonic and her made funny poses as she kept rummaging through his quills to find what she was looking for.

“Ow! Ohh! Aye! Stop that!” Sonic had said in each pose.

“D’oh, you-, quit fussying! Hey! Got it!” She pulled out an Chaos Emerald, letting it bask a moment in the moonlight as she helt it up. “This will do the trick.” She winked back at him.

“Sonic, it’s time!” She held the Chaos Emerald in front of him, “To go Super Sonic!”

He blinked a moment, but the music swelled and he nodded, smirking at her idea. “You know what..? I think you’re right!”

He threw out his other free hand and gripped the Chaos Emerald, also taking her hand that was holding it in the process.

The music suddenly stilled as the other Chaos Emeralds took their place in a circle, their lights now rivaling that of both the flashes in the distance, and the moon’s jealous but curious throne.

As they surrounded them, spinning to slowly rush into the center of Sonic’s being, he pulled Amy into a tight hug.

She let out a cute grunt of startlement… before closing her eyes tight by his shoulder when the light became too much for them.

When the brightness dissipated… she looked up with batted lashes.

“Sonic!” She cheered, as he was radiantly glowing the golden blonde of her hero’s final form.

He smiled kindly to her, and as though out of appreciation, followed through with her plan as though having read it cover to cover.

Since both hands were still holding her own, he gently guided her to step on his feet, which was a bit of an awkward ‘lightbulb’ moment for Amy because she wasn’t sure what he meant until he looked down to show her.

He tapped his foot and she realized he wanted her to step up onto it.

“But… it might ruin the white?” She stated, but he just chuckled at that, his shoulders bouncing.

“Only you’d think of something like that in a time like this… Amy.” He seemed to end that sentence with a beautiful crescendo of affection for her.

Mesmerized by that switch-up, Amy leaned in. “Ohhhh…” She was smitten by it, and stepped up onto his feet.

“W-Woah..!” She wobbled as he pushed off the ground, slowly drifting into the air.

He closed his eyes and laughed, trying to use her head to block his sight of the ‘fight’ happening behind her.

“Shall we?” He knew what he needed to do now.

“Hmm?” She tilted her head, and he flew in a few silly twirls of their bodies, laughing at her trying to stay upright. “Sooniiicc..!!” , “Hahaha..!”

They flew over a lake, and he slightly brought one of his feet away from her own, gesturing with his nose for her to dip her shoe’s toe in at the top of the water.

She did so, but looked confused why, until her face lit up as he dragged her over the surface of it.

Reeling her somewhat back, she instinctively leaned her body down, ready…

He threw her forward and she jumped, perfectly in time with him, as though his actions were her favorite novel… she knew now that he read her intentions perfectly from before.

She stepped against the water three times, more like skipped, because of how powerful Sonic’s throw had been, before spreading her arms out wide and making her body as long and thin as possible–knowing what would come next.

A waterfall… but before she gravity could try and claim her into a falling decent, Sonic spun into a perfect catch, hugging her waist.

She kicked the air a few times, as though that would ‘somehow’ help him soar higher, and he rose over the treetops to carry them far above where the flickies below were watching them.

He then simply tossed her lightly into the air, as she struck a ballerina’s post with elegance, and after a minor chuckle, spun around to catch her again and continue on their flight… in the opposite direction… trying to get it as far behind him as possible.

Or… was he..?

He looped back, stopping in the air to watch the faded lights…

“Ah… uhhhh, Sonic! Sonic! L-look over there!” Amy searched the ground, but then pointed randomly to try and keep her mission a success. “Sooniiiccc-!!!”

“Hmm?” He looked back down, lightly pivoting their bodies to a ‘swish’ in the air.

Suddenly… through Amy’s squinted eye, trying to stay in Sonic’s arms… Colors of lights…

She looked down, as Sonic smiled with a smirk.

“They’re finally here…”

“Who’s here..?” Amy curiously leaned down, but was slipping out of Sonic’s grasp. “A-ah-Ah!!!” She quickly reached back to fling her arms around his neck, now perfectly in front of him, her feet hilariously sticking her bum out as she got both feet back to Sonic’s, who had stuck them out once realizing she was slipping out of his arms.

They stared at each other… but Sonic with his usual smile and her-…her breath taken away to step back into her throat, pushing at the back of it as though blushing too shyly to confront him so up close…

Her muzzle began to turn pink, but he just tilted his head… “Something… the matter, Amy?” He lightly teased her.

His eyes flickered down to the growing bundle of different colored lights, then back to her eyes, “... You weren’t thinking of diving down to join them… leaving me all up here alone now… were you?”

She slowly, cutely shook her head in response, pulling her head down and back from him.

He could hear her swallow hard and his nose twitched just above her cheek he was inherently finding himself tilting into.

“Oh..? You sure about that?” He suddenly twisted his head to the side of her bluntly reddening face at this point, having leaned like this to have his mouth angled up towards her ears on the top of her head, meaning she could now only see his mischievous, toothy grin at knowing what he was doing to her.

“Oh!” She turned away, closing her eyes in embarrassment and pulling away from him. “Soonniic-ic-ic-ahhh!!!” He purposefully, slowly moved his arms away and off from around her waist, looking as though a bird about to take flight, and dipped her down, “Don’t let me stop you, Amyyyy!!!”

As she cried out, falling through the air, a beautiful array of–… blobs..?–rushed by her before a few caught her feet and backside.

She felt like she was trying to balance on blocky rollerskates, but no blades…

“W-Woah-Woah..!” Trying to keep her balance, the Wisps all seemed to giggle in their coded language, keeping her upright and spinning her about until she was fully able to use her arms to correct her stature.

Sonic flew down, a sly-hog if there ever was one, hands behind his back, and bowing almost to see her funny expression.

“Meet my friends, Amy..!” He beamed.

“Fellas, help a hedgehog out here!” He rose a hand up to gesture for a few to come back down from the sky, and parted a ways away from Amy as they all started to form a beautiful… disco floor?

The colors began to move up and down, as though they were dancing, and Sonic swooped in to grab Amy and start dancing her on their heads.

The tips of some, the blocky footholds of others, and so on.

It was a lovely time~ Sonic kicking his feet as he bent a knee on each head, letting Amy be held up by the Wisps at her feet and one carefully keeping her back from leaning too far one way or the other.

It would wrap its arms under her armpits to help her out as Sonic held one of her hands, and let the other hopelessly, desperately cling to him.

He thought this was the funniest thing, and eventually, Amy did smile and start to enjoy the ‘impromptu waltz’ among the colorful stars…

“W-wait…” She blinked, having to bring herself back to reality. “W-Why are your ‘friends’ here, though?”

Sonic slowly brought their dance to a halt, and smiled easily to her questions, but also looked a bit uneased…

“Don’t you…” She stopped that first question, not wanting to remind him of the scene behind them… She looked down, thinking…

“H-How’d you know they would show up?” She looked back up at him, “Aren’t they from… space? They were following the river, towards the lake… and…” She realized she didn’t know the landscape as well as she thought she had.

Sonic nodded, turning to hold her against his chest, now raising both legs up and letting her lay on him like a hammock suspended in the air.

“I was told to wait for their signal… I’m guessing this means they’ve done what they needed to.” He looked back to Amy, “I was pretty upset… Being told to just… sit by and let all that destruction happen… without doing anything about it yet.” He moved a layer of her quill out of her face, making her almost entranced by the rainbowic colors of Wisps flying below them and mingling one with each other… and then… him.

Simply the man of her dreams~

“You know how I hate to wait and be on ‘standby’... So, I… I asked you to help me.” He seemed to be leaving out some crucial details… like, actively avoiding why he was in that… strange… darker form just now.

But…

She remembered what he said. Leaving the past there, in fading memory, and only thinking of the bright moment before her.

Looking on either side of him, she pulled her wrists up, still using his chest as support, and then…

“Weeeeellll~” She skimmed them back down, up into his thin fur as his expression completely changed, his plan… backfiring on him suddenly.

He looked down at her fingers paving through the soft belly and chest fur on himself before looking up at her as though completely flabbergasted at the audacious act.

“I’m not a novice~” She tilted her head up into the air, giving a cocky but nervous smile as well as lowering her eyes with the tilt of her flirtatious head, looking to him as though trying to remain emboldened but it was fading fast as she had to look away from his eyes furrowing and his mouth looking as though pushed together in an equally aware and funny expression.

She was equally a ‘sly-hog’, and Sonic smirked after his silent compliment and ridicule of her hilarious tease.

“Not forever.”

His retort had her look back with a wide-open gasp, and he chuckled, making his belly bounce and her body jump a few times since she was laying on top of it.

“Well… now that they’re here.” He looked to the side of them, seeing the colorful Wisps moving towards the lights and sound in the distance, one even pausing to fly somewhat over to them and gesture with his bluish alien hand for them to follow, then flew back into the mass of them.

“It’s time.” He quoted yet again, and looked back to Amy.

His smile… softened.

His eyes darted around her expression and… he took hold of one of her bent arm’s elbow and leaned up, parting her three bangs on her head a moment to look at her more clearly.

“I’ve say… you’ve gotten almost too good at it…”

He leaned closer.

His head tilt.

“Distracting… me…”

She closed her eyes… a little sillily squinting them shut in anticipation…

When she blinked them open, his entire frame and silhouette was perfectly replaced by Wisps, the triangular shapes ones as his three iconic quills, and the others contorting their bodies to make the rest of it.

They seemed to giggle and laugh as Amy fell through the air, screaming, before being caught on the bobbing wave of Wisps, like a floating river pulling her downstream towards where Sonic’s comet trail of yellow was blazing off too.

“OooooOOOOoooohhhwww!!!” After sitting up on her bum again, she threw her arms about to shake the very heavens and just nearly avoid bonking her head and whacking the other flying Wisps around her, “I won’t forgive you this time! SOOOOONNNICCCCCCCCCC!!!!”

She was carried down the colorful galaxy of bouncing and flying alien bodies… Sonic didn’t look back… but his eyes did, to smirk and relax his eyes at a secret thought… he hoped she didn’t read into it.

‘Not this time.’

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Sonic AU I suppose. Keeping up with the storybook game spirit Sonic is now Robin Hood, his friends are the characters (Tails Little John, Knuckles Friar Tuck and Amy is Maid Marian). You know the scene where Marian begs for Robin's life? Yeah go with that and fluff up the sonamy and action. And when Friar Tuck is kidnapped Prince John (uhh I guess Shadow?) Keeps Maid Marian under house arrest so Sonic saves her too.

I’ve had an idea to do a Sonic Storybook series, but I won’t be doing that in this prompt ^^; I’ve lost a lot of motivation and confidence in my writing, so I’m treating it more as a ‘hobby’ recently. When I feel up to it, who knows what I could create again?

(I hope you don't mind, I did my own thing xD Which Robin Hood are you referring to? There are MANY adaptations so I was a little confused xD)

Prompts are permanently down and out! Sorry -shrug-.

Prompt:

The false king Jet rippled a wave of tappings with his impatient fingers against the wooden armrest of the competition’s throne, situated above the peasant audience as he slouched in boredom.

He grinded his beak together, his other hand gripping the edge with animosity… He didn’t care about the rest of the archers… Except maybe Storm and Wave, who were undercover and acting as though normal woodsmen, cloaked and hooded to remain anonymous.

“He should be here by now…” He tapped his foot anxiously, shaking his knee.

Sheriff Shadow smirked, side-stepping somewhat to lean down to Jet’s lowered, annoyed stature.

“Patience, good king Jet…” He may have been addressing Jet in private, but his eyes were like the hawk’s, also scanning the line of archers for their quarry…

“He wouldn’t miss this competition for the world…” He stated, assuredly. “If I know him, he’ll be here.”

“He isn’t one for easy sport!” Jet spat out, then looked over to Amy, a victim in her own home. The true King Silver was off to war, and she was forced to take the simple pleasantries of the boisterous parties and lavishing expenses of Jet’s whimsical spending and ravening on and on about being ‘king’ now that Silver was MIA.

“You and I both know… He’ll be here… if not for the test of skill… then the test of merited devotion.” He narrowed his eyes at Amy, knowing she often proclaimed Sonic and her’s affections for one another as though a threat to Jet overspending the country’s money.

“I’ve been robbed, ransacked, and humiliated too many times by that blue speed demon or… hedgehog.” Jet slowly rose up, trying to actually look courageous even though he wasn’t. His hate lingered on every word that escaped his crisp beak, wrinkled from how many times his beak hit the carriage backboard by his entourage getting raided. “The true will of that ‘free wind’ will be snuffed out if we prove that our ambush actually works.”

He looked to Shadow, “Don’t fail me… I’m already cross with you, Sheriff Shadow… You’ve been duped by that hedgehog in getting the people’s taxes to my castle… I’m one feather away from ending your whole career.” He flicked one of his head feathers and then used that same hand to lean his head on, looking out into the crowd of miserable on-lookers.

They were dried up in their pocket books, poor in both money, spirit, and quality of life.

However… one hope did remain, a light unto them.

A blue streak of light, to be exact, with a red robin low-riding in its gales.

“... He’ll know we’re after him.” Shadow leaned back up, his hands behind his back and also… waving his fingers in anticipation to fight his rival again and exact his revenge. “That’s the biggest temptation yet.” He smiled.

“Tah!” Jet looked over to Shadow again, “I haven’t seen you this ‘smiley’ in a while! Since I egged on that hedgehog by stating you-” He pointed to him, “Would be betrothed to Maiden Amy.” He then swiped his point to Amy, who wasn’t trying to listen in on the conversation, but couldn’t help it.

She flinched slightly, but kept her eyes forward. ‘I know he’ll save me.’ She thought, looking to the forests around the quiet town…

‘Friar Tails told me to wait for Little Knuckles… That he’d send me word on when Sonic Hood could rescue me… but with all the guards doubled for the… ugh, wedding arrangements.’ She rolled her eyes, ‘How are they able to get any word to me? Oh, Sonic…’

She put her hands to her lap and took a calming breath, ‘I just have to believe in you… I know you’ll protect the realm. Silver would most earnestly agree that your efforts are for righteous justice… against this untrue king.’

She then looked up, taking one beat to glare at Jet before her eyes looked at her hands as she turned them to prayer. Her eyes shook in dear love and devotion, for both the beautiful vigilante, and for her Cousin’s kingdom.  ‘And I can wait… for the sake of our beloved and oppressed people… I can hold out a little longer.’ She dipped her head to a small, faint tear.

It was in that moment of deep longing that a light caught her eyes and flickered there multiple times.

She blinked, letting the teardrop go along its downward descent on her cheek without opposition, trying to get the blinding reflection out of her eyes.

She squinted, but her hand finally found obstruction to the reflective trick, and gave her eyes rest enough to see it was the doing of a ranger on the tourney roll call line, fiddling with his equipment.

A green hood… but brown spikes of a porcupine…

They were actually sticks, pointed to look like a porcupine’s silhouette.

The figure’s metal arrow was causing the flickering lights to attract her eyes, as the man looked as though ‘adjusting’ the arrow on his bow.

Her eyes lit up. Was this his signal? His sign!?

‘Oh, Sonic!’ She put her up by her mouth, now back together again, to symbolize how she felt he was back in her life once more. Her eyes now sparkled with none other than the light of hope that he was, to all the citizens that revered his gallant efforts for their sakes. ‘You did come for me!’

It was obvious it was a trap, but Shadow and Jet knew better… they knew that would entice him even more… since they hadn’t let the Maid Amy out of the castle since the announcement, and since the wedding day was approaching… their ruse would be up if he didn’t directly attack their fortress.

Instead, since they saw no sign he was coming to storm it yet, they grew impatient–well, Jet did–Shadow was… more than willing to concede to marrying her, after all, it would give him the ultimate power over the realm… being so close to a King’s maiden owned.

That’s all Shadow really wanted, to be the Ultimate authority, have all the power to do as he pleased.

If this ‘King’ Jet only cared about using his power for parties, Shadow could quite literally make the whole of the realm his stomping grounds. Who wouldn’t feel even partially ‘a king’ with power like that..?

Jet was a coward who just wanted to revel in wild partying, to enjoy all the high life could offer him, since he was always jealous of Silver’s birthright. Being the bastard son of the late king, he had no bloodright to the throne that was legitimate, adopted only on the whim of the kindhearted King of the Realm–Silver’s late father.

Silver was now MIA in status, which was Jet’s doing, as he had supported the foreign enemy of the Realm with a promised arrangement. Capture and kill the King, then he’d work well with them in return for their allowing him to be stationed in the land as the new King… though, wonderfully hospitable and generous to them forever more…

A puppet… really.

It would set both Shadow and Jet high in society if they could pull it off… since Amy was a cousin to Silver, and the two shared a great friendship and bond, she was often given the world and even had a dowry the size and measure worthy of a Princess.

If Shadow married her, not only for her renowned beauty mingled with tales of her tenderheart, but he’d have half the Realm gifted to him from their own King Silver’s plate and fed his more than plenty share of spoils from his own spoon… along with the friendship of the new king, Jet… Shadow would be able to do all he pleased…

An official, more than a Sheriff… he could be General over the armies…

Eventually, why not be king, as well?

Nah, he’d let all the hatred go to Jet. “It’s the new king’s fault, I’m only following orders.” He would say when swiping the precious few rings left from a townsfolk or two… or three… or four or five, six, seven…

Ultimate greed… the two were two peas in a pod, but Amy cherished the good-hearted nature of Silver, and much like him, she knew their two hearts would be united in the good spirited patriotism of Sonic Hood, the Robin’s Boom.

They nicknamed him that as he was so swift, his red shoes would make it look like a small robin was creating sonic booms whenever and wherever he stole from the rich to give to the poor, knowing they were being cheated out of their livelihoods and honest living by the false king Jet’s heavy taxation for his grandiose parties.

The porcupine tipped his green hood down, and she knew her love had come to do more than just save her… but continually save every person in all the Realm from such serious crimes as Jet’s and Shadow’s merciless hunger for power and wealth.

To gain from the people’s sufferings… was not how a true king lived.

Sonic looked up just barely from the hood, his brown mask matching the spikes, to make his appearance truly different for his little charade. But this whole competition was a facade, one he was excited to expose and defeat.

No one could catch him, he was as free as the wind itself.

Holding up the arrow, the figure seems to be well-pleased with the shine on the sharp metal, a beautiful steel triangle.

He pulls back the string, at the same time, the corners of his mouth bend like the tension on the bow, a cocky smile.

It’s at this moment that Maiden Amy recognizes it, and her eyes widen somewhat before cautiously looking to Jet, and leaning back in her chair.

She hadn’t noticed, but she was leaning forward in anticipation and eager interest… That could have blown Sonic Hood’s cover…

However, Shadow and Jet were also curious about the lineup, their topics of conversation had ceased, and a ‘dead air’ filled the grassy field near the town… where the tournament was now underway.

A man called out the order, “And… Shoot!”

Perfect.

Jet’s and Shadow’s eyes both bounced up, as though attempting to follow the speed of the arrow.

It wobbled once hitting the target.

“Load..!”

Sonic quickly pulled out another arrow and positioned it perfectly, slowing himself down to match the other participants, especially Storm and Wave’s skills…

“Pull!”

His nose lifted on in calming inhale, and his eyes could almost picture his own body speeding towards the bullseye…

“And… Shoot!”

Wave and Storm flinched at the sound of whistling, looking as they took their eyes off their own objective and ended up with a lower score because of it.

No matter how much Sonic tried to ‘sandbag’ himself to blend in, his accuracy and speed with an arrow was second to none.

Sonic Hood once told Little Knuckles that an arrow felt like an extension of his own body. While he ran faster than the eye could see, he could still shoot an arrow, and go even beyond what he felt were his limits.

An arrow was like an old, reliable friend, he had stated. Because it could keep up with him, and when he needed to stop running for whatever reason, an arrow would keep going…

In that sense, he felt an arrow was the truest form of freedom for his soul. It sang through the air and he almost wished it didn’t have to pierce anything.

As a young boy, he would race his father’s arrows. To see it lodge itself through the first arrow he launched, and split it perfectly in the middle… even to jam itself through the target and pretty much obliterate its brother before it…

Sonic took no pleasure in that.

He slowly lowered the bow, as though in respects to the first fallen arrow… and forcing the second one to have to end its momentum in its once–joyous–flight.

To Sonic, the action of casting an arrow through the air was the fun part, not hitting the target.

To have a target… was a regretful thing… but one Sonic Hood had to dutifully accept once he saw the misery of the townsfolk… all over the nation… they were suffering because of a false king.

Now, Jet had paid off the rest of the contenders, telling them to purposefully score low, but seeing Wave and Storm completely miss the bullseye… his eyes shrank in shame and humiliation…

He grinded his beak, “His arrow… was so mesmerizing… it’s wind even lured their own eyes..!?” He was twitching in rage. For you see… Jet also loved a moving arrow.

Though… The two’s only difference… was that Jet also enjoyed the kill shot.

He liked to be praised for how swiftly he could send an arrow flying into its target… to have Sonic Hood command the stage was like watching King Silver have all the power and only do goody-two-shoe things with it!

He stood up in defiance, because he himself–and all those in attendants, even Shadow–had watched the arrow and forgotten a moment why they were there…

For that one, split second… that whistle had captivated all the hearts of everyone present, even those that despised him.

To Sonic, he eerily referred to this as the arrow’s ‘soul’ attracting all to watch its jubilee at taking flight.

Again, it wasn’t about hitting the target and receiving praise for himself–like Jet glorified in.

It was… to simply watch and participate in the arrow’s first winged ‘zip’ through the open space… nothing tethering it… nothing stopping it’s due course.

“Whheee!” Sonic Hood jumped up in joy, acting like an old man Porcupine. “I hit it again!” He did a small little jig, but the jig was up.

Jumping from one leg to another in a goofy way, it was clear this ‘old man’ wasn’t so ‘hunched back’ after all… the way his hidden ‘quills’ were meant to be disguised as.

“S-... Seize himmm!!!!” Jet threw out his finger after it twitched a moment, unable to move as though all were respectfully waiting for the arrow to stop moving first… its spell still lingering on them.

Jet sweated, feeling his pride attacked more than the cleanly sliced target and its first arrow drawn into it, but Shadow also zoomed through the air as though by Jet’s very command, he had also released him into the air.

“SOOONNIICC!!!” In rage, Shadow went to grab him, but by then, Little Knuckles’s fist shot out from underground, jumping just at his torso up to wham Sheriff Shadow right in the chin, knocking him up and then another swift jab to match his uppercuff to knock him prone to the side.

“Alllriighhtt!!! ‘Bout time you stopped messing around!” Knuckles looked energized, as his tunnels suddenly collapsed, showing an intricate pathway system to help the villagers escape through.

Friar Tails was helping them walk down, before rushing to Maid Amy, “I figured you were looking for us!” He cheered, and she happily took his hand after clutching her heart, overjoyed at seeing him again.

“Good Friar Tails, I have never been more relieved!” She walked down the platform before hearing-

“Chaos Control!”

Time froze, and Sonic Hood’s disguise was thrown off.

His team had planned to ransack Jet’s caravans while having him be the distraction, as well as get the townsfolk that Jet forced to watch this tourney back to safety…

However, with Shadow pausing time, that wouldn’t be the case.

Shadow drew his Chaos Sword, empowered by an Emerald, changing the flaming light to that of the emerald’s power… He then charged Sonic,... Who drew forth his own Chaos Sword–which prohibited him from being subjected to the time halt–countering Shadow’s advance.

“At last,” He gritted against the fast-moving sparks from their blades cracking through space and time with their velocity and intense duel to the death. “Once I rid the realm of you, Maid Amy will finally be mine!”

He swiped his sword out to have Sonic crash back into the ground, “Ultimate power… land, kingdoms, and heck, even all the Chaos Emeralds will be mine! Who needs to collect gold when the very world is yours to conquer!?”

Sonic shook his head, getting up, “You think… One maiden’s hand will just… give you the world?” His hand held his wobbling head to try and straighten out his vision, as Shadow dived down and landed smoothly, but with great power already at his hover-shoe heels.

“She’s no ordinary maiden… wouldn’t you agree?” He held his hand up and gripped it into a soft fist. “All that remains… is to deliver you up to the hills of mourning,... to have the church bells ring in your sad honor… The honor of one who tried to defy a new world!” Shadow pulled back his sword, reeling it to then launch towards him when-

Sonic fires an arrow, which zooms past Shadow’s forehead, through the gap in his quills…

Time begins again… And Shadow, although shaken, begins to laugh.

“The one time your aim wavers…” He found that incredibly humorous, smirking only to see Sonic lower his bow with a confident grin.

“Huh?” He turned around, “What!?

“Do you even remember who I am?”

The sound of a metal crown spinning around and around against the arrow’s stem, sticking straight into Jet’s mocking throne seat, as his own head cowers below the arrow that almost struck his head’s plumage.

Comically far down on his seat, he shakes like a chicken, bumbling as though he can’t even speak after being that close to death itself.

“You… You were aiming to knock off his crown?” Shadow turned back to Sonic, who had already gotten over his headache from the fall, and cockily threw up a wagging finger, winking to him.

“Should you really be that incredulous, Sheriff? Knowing that crown never belong on his head, anyway.”

Shadow gritted his teeth, “This wasn’t about him!” He swiped the air with his Chaos Sword, summoning spears behind and around his body in the air. “This was about Maid-!”

“I’m only here to stop injustice. The wicked ways of an imposter calling the throne his own.” Sonic gestured out a hand, cutting off the proud Hedgehog, who’s eyes shook at how dismissive Sonic was to her…

Did… Sonic not actually fancy her, then?

Was… Was Maid Amy’s affections really just one-sided?

“If that means keeping a real chaotic jewel like Maiden Amy out of your hands as well… Shadow, then so be it!” Sonic put the bow around his body, slinging it to his shoulder, and took his Chaos Sword again in both hands.

Jet came back up from ducking, turning to the side of the spinning crown as Sonic Hood’s arrow rested lodged in his wooden backboard of his throne… he tried to pull it out, but it was perfectly wedged between the gaps of the jewels and metal framework of the crown.

In vain did he try and ‘pick’ off the jewels, but also lusted for the gold the crown was forged from, and not being able to get the individual stones out, he settled at just commanding his men to lift the throne and got off of it, not wanting to lose that luxurious crown originally owned by King Silver.

After more fighting, and Jet just trying to salvage what little funds of tax money he had remaining, Sonic realized that Shadow was relentless…

Everyone had escaped… it was time.

Sonic rushed ‘round about the area, Shadow on his heels, skating after him as he put his Chaos Sword back and took off his bow once more.

Pulling out an arrow, he looked at it sorrowfully, “Sorry about this… old friend.” He spoke to the arrow as though it had a soul, mounting it to the proper place as he pulled back the string.

He jumped and turned to Shadow, who jumped in response, swiping his sword multiple times to try and ‘deflect’ any arrow launched at him, since Sonic had already dodged most of his exploding Chaos Spears.

Sonic saw his opening… “Goodbye… My friend.” He shot the arrow through Shadow, perfectly timing the swipes of his erratic sword maneuvers to avoid Sonic having such an shot guaranteed at all.

Though, it did not kill him, it knocked the Chaos Sword out of his hand, which allowed Little Knuckles–who emerged from his concealment under the ground, stalking the two fighting forces of good and evil–and swiped the Chaos Emerald from it to then bury back into the ground.

In this way, he ensured Shadow could not stop time again… that, and Jet’s forces were now all stuck in the collapsing dug-outs Little Knuckles had made in case they were to escape, which they did try to.

Jet pounded the caravan, throwing his own tantrum as Wave and Storm rubbed their bruises but knew talking to him would only get them bonked on the head during his ‘tyrannical’ fit.

Storm had wrestled Knuckles and failed, and Wave lost track of Friar Tails as he did the sign of the cross and unleashed what looked like trip-wires to keep her from following them and the villagers through the caves.

A clever little Friar… the church usually didn’t associate with new technology… but the brave little fox found holiness in even the modern ways of thinking and engineering.

For that, she kinda respected him.

Storm was surprised that even with the height difference, Little Knuckles had fought him like a true warrior. Gloved fist to gloved fist, but felt the sting of his jabbing spikes on his punches, and commended the man for fighting above ground and even throwing him to it before giving him a proper bow of respect in combat and taking off.

The two were just glad they escaped with their lives…

Wave could have taken Friar Tails in hand-to-hand combat, but Maid Amy was more powerful than she expected! When she went to catch the sly yellow fox by one of his two mutated tails–one of the reasons he was orphaned at the monastery he grew up in–the fair maiden had jumped and slammed her hammer into Wave from the darkness of the cave.

Without any sound to make herself known, Wave was taken completely offguard. Not only was she now covered in dirt, she had also gotten the wind in her songbird lungs knocked right out of her.

When Jet wasn’t in such a state… though she knew that may take longer than a day for him to get over this defeat from Sonic Hood, she would tell him of Maiden Amy’s unexpected brutality with that hammer of hers, and how she helped the citizens rush down the tunnels and steal back their gold from Jet’s men. Most of Jet’s men either fled, deserted, or were knocked out by the Merry Men at Sonic’s beck and call.

She could now confidently tell the ‘King’ that the noble pink hedgehog was absolutely in league with Sonic Hood, even though Jet may have suspected as much from her love for him.

“To kill a coward is not an honor I want nor get to have.” Sonic looked to Shadow’s injured self, him gripping his bleeding hand while on his knees to the ground, Little Knuckles coming up behind to knock him out with a heavy blow, but Sonic held up his hand, steadying him away.

“Since you are a noblemen, I’ll let you and Jet receive the courtsey of a fair trial by the good King Silver. To scold you with his mighty roar of justice instead!” He held up his fists, and from the forest came the souls of those he had just liberated from Jet’s unrighteous tyranny.

“All hail King Silver!”

In the distance, Jet shuttered, hearing the cry as the multitude of poor citizens raised their fists skyward and cried out the same very chant off Sonic Hood’s goodly lips.

Jet was intimidated by the power Sonic held over the people, the way he could sway hearts just as well as he could possibly shoot through them.

He takes a trembling hand to his head, remembering his close-call with death, and summons all his outrage to his throat, swallowing heavily before turning up in his now wrecked ‘retreat wagon’.

“SHADOW!!!” He cried out, screaming as though to defy the heavens, “KILL HIM! I don’t care how! Kill that hedgehog!!!” He stomped the ground, hitting and kicking his fallen carriages.

Shadow gets up, panting…

He hates Sonic… but looking to see Maid Amy cheering on Sonic Hood’s goodness…

Her face… It's so bright with love for him.

His alien blood boils…

He pulls out the sword that no longer has the chaos energy infused into it,... and drops it.

“A hilt is nothing… without the Chaos rushing through it… However…”

Shadow pulls out… A second Chaos Emerald from his back-quills!?

The Crowd gasps in fright, all starting to retreat in fear back into the forest now, taking double-looks as they fear their hero’s life may be in jeopardy once more.

Did they celebrate too soon!?

What will become of their defiance now?! What mercy is there against Jet’s overwhelming fury coming from a distance?

“You have a lot of Chaos Emeralds.” Sonic smirks, as Sheriff Shadow sneers at Sonic Hood’s lack of fear in the face of death.

‘He mocks me… He thinks me not even worth being afraid!’ He shoved the Chaos Emerald into the proper spot on the hilt of the blade, having the blade now grow and glow the color of the new emerald.

“All the better to now end you with, Sonic! Hah!”  While the two swordfight yet again, Jet rushes over with his militia, paid off knights who now serve his bidding for the spoils or with threat against their families they’re trying to keep safe…

Friar Tails pulls Amy back, “Maid Amy!” He cries out, struggling to hold her back, “You can’t intervene in a man’s duel!”

“But..! My Sonic! He’ll be hurt!” She tries to defy the little fox, but is too kindhearted to march out and fight his strength, which she knew she could, if it meant dragging him into the fray as well. “Let go of me, good priest, I don’t wish to get you involved in my act of love!”

“This is not love, but madness!” Tails cries out, “As the good book says, to lay down one’s life for his friends is noble and just, but least you are tempted, maybe think of how your own life be threatened!” Tails happily adjusted the scripture to try and preserve the fair maiden from the battlefield.

“Besides! If you get captured again, they’ll really have you marry the Sheriff this time!” He warned, as Jet turned his hole of an ear to the fox’s words; Not much of a religious man, but his interest was peaked on why that meant so much to him… he spoke as though that could ruin some sort of ‘plan’...

Like a fool, Tails continued to cry out his words, having the clever bird hear…

“Even King Silver couldn’t order the heavens to change his power then! Once bound on earth, sealed in heaven!”

Tails desperately pulled back, even hooking his tails around a tree and having two villagers step in to pull her back, as Amy finally relented in her cause to wane her strength and let the three sigh in relief.

Jet, enthused by the idea that if King Silver came back, he couldn’t fully punish him with an ‘out’ of sorts, immediately leaped into the air and rushed to Wave and Storm.

At first, they were worried he’d smack them, but was pleasantly surprised by his jubilee at grabbing their arms, feeling them stiffen up straight for impact, and then blink in confusion at his rushed, cunning words.

“We mustn’t let Maid Amy get away!” He cried out, which–with the name of his desires spoken aloud–Shadow’s ears turned to Jet, momentarily stopping his assault on Sonic’s Chaos Blade and listened…

“Because now, I–King of the Realm–will marry the fair girl and inherit all that the silly King cannot take from me, should he return!”

“What!?” Eye twitching, head now reeled up at such deceitful lying… “She was promised to me!” Sheriff Shadow turned his full attention now to Jet.

Sonic Hood stood with a tip of his toe on a tree, balancing with his arms waving about in circles to keep him balanced there upon, before taunting Shadow with childish mockery. “What���s wrong, Shadow? Don’t you know a thief will always stay as one?”

Sonic was having fun with the battle, he hoped Shadow wouldn’t quit it here…

However, using his skills and wits, he looks down to his Merry Men and nods.

With the signal given, and Shadow momentarily distracted, the Merry Men throw hooks with rope tied to their ends up to Shadow, pulling him down and tying him up. “N-No!” Sonic speeds down to swipe the remaining Chaos Emerald, and looks to Friar Tails.

“Get Amy out of here!” He throws his hand to the wind, and Tails immediately nods in obedience, the villagers all helping to drag her away.

“Oh, but… Sonic! My Sonic!” She cries, but he just smiles a little awkwardly to her, a bit of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

“Oh, Amy…” It’s a fond reprimand, as though he does care for the girl, but can’t indulge her ‘yearning’ for his attention at the moment.

Turning back, he witnesses his men currently dog-piling Sheriff Shadow to overwhelm his awesome might, trying to hold him down and bind him with the rope.

“Hate to leave you dissatisfied, Sheriff, but Amy–and the kingdom–need me!” He waves him slightly off with a salute and wink, sheathing his Chaos Sword as the light dims and the blade drops as it does so, and departs the decent distance to confront the false King Jet.

However, Jet holds up his own Chaos Emerald.

“No!” Sonic screeches his robin-red colored heels to a halt, as Jet teleports…

“Grk!” He bites his words back, looking around but unable to see where Friar Tails had disappeared to with Maid Amy.

“Knuckles! Little Knuckles!” He stomps the ground a few times, hard as rocks, as Little Knuckles’s head slowly rises up as he keeps stomping directly on his cranium.

Little Knuckles flinches at each hit, raising ever the more slowly before turning his now red with frustration gaze to Sonic. “I’M RIGHT HERE, HOOD!” He cries out, punching off his annoying foot that hit in a continuous stride up till that point.

“Did you really not notice me!? The ground rising up from below you!?”

“I… did notice the distance waning.” He smiled, cheerfully apologetic but it wasn’t enough for the echidna, who just crossed his arms, still upset.

“We have to find Maid Amy. Jet has a new plan to-” But before Sonic could relay his message, another brilliant flash of color and Jet was standing before Sonic with Amy in his grasps, an arm around her shoulders and an arrow’s head pointed to her neck!

All the world grew still… Jet’s hawk-like eyes had seen through the deep underbrush of the forest, through the shaded leaves and found the fleeing, soft pink color of Amy’s quills to then teleport through Chaos Power to her…

An unfortunate gift, his incredible eyesight… one even Sonic couldn’t replicate.

Even Shadow stopped struggling a moment, as the men held him at his knees and looked to see the shine of light, and the situation before them.

Sonic pulls another arrow to the ready on his bow, holding it up to hopefully parry any ‘arrow-made-dagger’ attempts on Maid Amy’s life.

“Drop. Your. Hand. Sir.” He threatened, slowly… and with all the dignity of one that must be in love… or at least, Amy thought as much…

“If you don’t release her, I’ll shoot!” Jet cawed back, like the coward he was… but it did make Sonic pause his pulled string forward…

His eyes met Amy’s… a soft memory of childhood sweethearts remaining there. Of an aloof back woodsmen and a fair noblewoman… a tender kiss on the cheek that he scoffed at and rubbed off, bidding her a harsh departure and stating they would probably never meet again… even though the boy climbed the king’s tall hedges have ‘her’ catch glimpses of ‘him’ as he ‘just so happen’ to speed through the area while his father would sell their hunts at the marketplace.

Such beautiful, emerald eyes… the kind that even an arrow would shake its head at, not wanting to be fired anywhere near her in fear that those embolden eyes of courage would slightly quiver with fear.

Even the bow croaked in its wood, creaking out a pitiful wail to not be released, and to not have the young, beautiful maiden think less of it.

But before Sonic Hood could make a call, another arrow flew by his head, just as his had done when facing Sheriff Shadow.

Jet was knocked back, an arrow piercing his shoulder as his attention was solely on Sonic… and not who was behind him…

Sonic loosened his grip on his bow and arrow, softening its string and turning back to the once foe behind him…

His Merry Men were on the ground, knocked out… the ropes slid off the black and red figure’s body… not just by his own natural fur coloration, but now by the blood of his endless fight with the men and Sonic’s arrow having cut his hand.

Nay… Sheriff Shadow had fired the arrow into the fake soverign’s shoulder that held the destruction of Maid Amy in its power… and Shadow… Shadow wanted all power, even over Maid Amy’s fate if he could.

But denying Jet… meant denying all routes to power remaining… and yet… he still silently took out the men and fired the arrow…

Without so much as another double-take to Shadow, Maid Amy raced back to the forest, looking to Sonic for confirmation as he heard her scattered running and nodded to her that it was alright.

Maid Amy didn’t know what end Shadow would face… or if he’d fight Sonic Hood and it would be her love and possible happily ever after that would face its ruin… but she ran, discarding her nobility behind to join the Merry Men in the woods…

She added her jewels to the pile of the ‘retrieved’ goods.

She took off her earrings, leaving her only her dress as she displaced her bracelets of fine gold, her necklaces, and all pretty and dainty things to the villagers who were in need.

All the while, in that merry wood, wondering what befell Sonic Hood… and her strange rescuer, though it didn’t sit right for her to call the man that, Sheriff Shadow…

“Would he return?” She put her hands together, mirroring her prayer from the facade of a tourney, and looked to the ground. “Oh, my Sonic… my dear Sonic…”

Suddenly, as the campfire flickered, two shadows of familiar spiked quills appeared…

She gasped as so did the men and party members all around them.

Sonic Hood had an arm holding up Sheriff Shadow, injured and on the verge of collapse, helping him walk into camp…

No one was merry now…

“Our officer here has had a change of heart.” He stated, his own eye shut by design of his struggle with him. Other Merry men, cradling their own injured or bruised hides, also entered after Sonic… not a single one lost.

“I believe he’s proved this.” Sonic set Shadow down, allowing him to rest from being helped through the long trails in the dark woods.

“... Sonic… are you mad?” Little Knuckles, also behind him, pounded his fists together as he looked down to Shadow. “He may know the location of our secret hideout now! Along with his orders from the false King Jet, to kill us in any way he can fathom!”

The accusing point didn’t flinch Sheriff Shadow, sitting solemnly on the ground.

He did look up to Maid Amy… but to her, the ruby of his eyes reminded her of his lust for power through her, and… she luckily didn’t think much more of it then that.

She crept away from him, but listening intently to her beloved's reasonings…

Her face turned away, as Shadow admired her by the fire’s glow…

“He admitted the location of where they’re holding good King Silver.”

Now the camp was ablaze in silent awe. Every man’s back stood straighter, and they could not keep their patriot legs from not advancing forward, as though a signal fire had rang out in their hearts to fight for a noble cause yet again.

“He could be lying…” Timidly spoke the absolute bravery of the modern rebel, Friar Tails. He looked a little wary to Shadow’s countenance, as Shadow returned the stare, and made his hands come together, his head bend back and down, his ears twisting around to show uneasiness at the returned look. “Demons bear false witness all the time to men’s hearts… what makes such a mortal man any different?”

Shadow smirked, “Some call me immortal.” He then looked away, spitting out blood as some, more tenderly maidens’ hearts from the village gasped or shrieked at such a sight.

Mothers held their children, remembering the abuse of Sheriff Shadow’s greed in stealing their family heirlooms, their livelihoods away in his lust for collecting taxes and further power over them.

Shadow, briefly, before collapsing ever the more, admits himself only to Maid Amy. “I said and did all that you have seen… in love for you.”

She would not meet his gaze, but became like a marble statue of beauty to him… In no way did he mind her cold-shoulder…

Instead, he praised it as even greater strength of elegance, not knowing her true nature to be much more harsher and loud than the ‘quiet reverence’ he felt she gave to him now.

“However…” He hacked out his next words carefully, only turning his gaze when coughing to the ground, and wheezing and huffing out his heavy continued words aloud. “I also admit you… deserve… better than myself.”

Her eyes didn’t waver, but gently sparkled in the fire’s flickers…

Even now, she found a soft spot of her heart to allow his words to rest a moment… Her way of allowing him to apologize for his deeds, but not see it as a full pardon of his actions, either.

“Although… no one can be happy about Sonic Hood’s ‘forgiveness’...” He coughed out again, “I would beg at least this much… Maid Amy… that you accept my sincere repentance.”

She would not look at him.

He fell to his chest, his hands unable to hold himself up. “P… Please…” He begged before her, but Maid Amy would not turn her head.

Sonic’s eyes, instead, imparted some pity for the man. The fire also flickered in his eyes, a warm glow…

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, seeing all the dignity in the man stripped, and all darkness fleeing out of embarrassment for his pathetic portrayal… and yet, Sonic found the mercy to look to his kingdom’s people, and his merry men that followed him.

“He may be unwilling, but I’m imparting to him the duty of a Merry Man.”

The crowd held back their uproar… but every man’s face looked enraged by such a sentiment.

Little Knuckles just stared at Sonic Hood, before turning his head, “I accept Sonic’s words… as though they were King Silver’s appointed law.” He stated, and the respect of the people rested with that final look on the matter.

For they all felt it in their hearts, as well.

“Friar Tails,” Sonic turned to him, lowering his head, “Address his wounds.”

Although Tails was skeptical if this was a good, smart move or not… he did so… helping Shadow back to his feet.

“Even an evil man can become a patriotic country man again… once that bugle is blown, and the sound carries through whatever bad notion first killed its love in his heart… Now does it beat again against oppression, malice, and bears all good manner for brotherhood, honor, and light.”

Sonic’s words were like a sermon that all adhered too, though clearly didn’t wish to.

“You all know… we are considered ‘outlaws’ by our own beloved land… Is he not now one, too? Having shot the very man who promised him our kingdom’s riches? Going back on his word, now, do you believe that the imposter king would still grant him any mercy? That he–himself–knows that we are the only mercy left in this unfair world?”

Sonic gestured to Shadow, and sure enough… the people relented.

“Still sounds like a trap to me…” Little Knuckles murmured, but Sonic only whispered to his friend that it probably was… “But if it truly isn’t,” He then countered, holding the shoulder of his dearest rival, looking back at Shadow, “I’d like to trust that his arrow has changed its course… and his wind now resides beside us all.”

“You could read his arrow?” Little Knuckles knew that Sonic Hood could pinpoint who shot what arrow, and if they had meant it or not.

In some ways, they thought Sonic’s ability like a tarot card reader, but in this case, he could gauge the soul of a man by the trajectory and velocity of his arrow’s swiftness or tried aim.

“If what you say is true… and to your trained and spiritual eye… if his arrow was right for once… then… I shall concede.” Knuckles grumbled, folding his arms all the more tighter. “And… if you have stated he be a Merry Man now… I shall see to it that he is watched and trained by the King Silver creed and code of honor.

“Honor among thieves.” Sonic leaned against his friend, rubbing his shoulder into his cheek to try and lighten the mood, snickering gleefully.

Overhearing that Sonic considered his ‘arrow’ or ‘heart’ had changed, Shadow was deeply touched.

With all his wickedness… such that even Maid Amy could not look upon him… how was it that his greatest adversary would grant him lenience in these times of war?

‘Did he truly… seek no power?’ Shadow looked to him, knowing Jet will think his capture and possible ‘change of heart’ a mere set-up to lure Sonic and his followers into another trap… To learn of their camp’s location, and to betray them all…

‘No… Not again.’ Shadow grew strength from the light of the fire… his eyes were determined to keep his arrow straight and narrow… seeing the Friar patch him up, he shook his head and stood, gaining strength like the holy knights of old used to wield.

“Friar, I have stolen from you and your religion plenty of times… Is it not written, that if one’s eye offends them, to pluck it out?” Shadow pulls out one of his arrows, and holds it to Friar Tails.

“Good priest… Take this arrow’s head, and by Sonic Hood’s words, make me unable to betray myself and your trust in me…”

“W-What?” Tails looked flabbergasted, “What… what are you saying?”

The people looked to their old antagonizer, not believing it unless they see it.

“If there be a pillar in your own eye, pluck it out. I wish to be blinded. That way, my eyes will no longer lust after gold and silver… after ultimate power… to feed the greed that stirs in my heart no longer… I will shield my very heart from it every piercing me again.”

His arrow would fly, and like Sonic’s ideals, it would continuously fly forever… never being halted on this new ‘changed course’ as he called it…

Sheriff no more, he’d be blind to greed from now on…

“I will not have my lust for power darken me again.”

Amy… Now looked at him.

With that simple act, he felt his breath tremble at her mercy to allow the last thing he saw to be her accepting him…

A kind mercy… but Frair Tails pulled out a liquid instead. “This is a certain poison… it will not blind you, Sheriff, but it will sting to ever open your eyes for a couple days… Are you sure you wish to be blindfolded?”

He looked back to Friar Tails, “Burn my eyes of all wickedness… Friar.” He knelt, putting the arrow down and lifting his head for the liquid to be poured into his eyes.

Tails looks to Sonic Hood, who takes a deep breath in, but smiles and nods.

“If that’s what it takes… Give the man what he wills.”

Tails then administered the poison, which did as he had stated. Shadow didn’t dare blink, but winced against the pain… A cooling cloth was placed over his eyes, and as his hands came up to caress the soothing relief, he felt Amy’s hands… knowing them from his time of trying to woo her through his gain of power beforehand… all of which gloating and boasting didn’t tempt her in the least.

“Thank you.” He states through his hissed pain, as it’s her hands that tie a bandana across his eyes, keeping the cooling cloth there as well.

“You truly have proven… that you know your change may not last, and to avoid betraying us, have chosen to remove your temptation entirely… for that, Sheriff Shadow, I do believe Sonic Hood, that you are a changed man.” She stated, “But I will never love anyone but my Sonic.”

Her eyes turned to Sonic and he tilted his head in a bit of perplexity, not sure how to respond, he smiles goofily and scratches the side of his cheek, showing some silly shyness to her resolved affections for him.

Shadow lowers his head… Contemplating… “My heart is set on the things of this world, Sonic Hood…” He turns his head where he believes Sonic to be stationed, if he hasn’t moved… and no wind stirred… so he felt he hadn’t. “This is the only penitence I can prevail against to make my words, and your own, true to your men and this country.” He stands up, finding his balance, letting his fingers flex as though to make sure nothing is around him.

“King Silver may punish me more severely, this I can accept… but seeing Maid Amy not even bear to look at me… That I cannot bear to see.”

She didn’t speak, but all saw her roll her eyes.

For someone who bore her feelings outrightly and plainly for Sonic… it was amusing to others to see her so ungraciously mock another for doing the same.

Though, they agreed that Shadow earned no due respects, but still…

“Now, I have prevented myself from ever going back… and changing my course again.”

Sonic bows in agreeance to him, though knows Shadow can’t see the kind, gentlemanly gesture of respect. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Shadow.”

“You are nothing more than a woodsmen, now.”

Shadow felt that lasting remark from Sonic Hood sting far greater than his eyes were.

“May your arrow and sword always point towards that which is true… Just maybe not near Amy again.”

He laughed lightly as the men also joined in, and Amy put her hands to her hips, but also gave a smile to the humor.

“Though, I’m sure she’s grateful–even though the reason wasn’t sound–that you helped her out.”

She didn’t say anything, but mimed clapping at his ‘supposedly chivalrous’ act of still selfish love.

Sonic walked over to stand behind Shadow and put a hand to his shoulder, startling him a moment, but continued in a more serious tone. “Just like how a shadow shows in which direction the light is coming through… I hope you will point more wayward souls towards our true purpose… for the land we love, and the true king we miss… Shadow.”

He slowly drops his hand, and Shadow suddenly feels a swelling of patriotic pride in him.

He finds it humorous, and smiles. “Heh… So,... This is the power of which you use to move people?” He lowers his head in thought, and then raises it again, finding a new respect for him. “You do not tempt your men with power or gold… with wealth or even with women… but with courage to find liberty again in the kingdom of your forefathers…”

The Merry Men, villagers, Maid Amy, Little Knuckles, and Frair Tails all cheer.

“Here, here.” Sonic claps, “Rejoice! You have now gained such a power!” He teased, gesturing to the people who now were agreeing with his words.

“It’s a strange feeling… indeed.” Shadow listened to their cheers upon his own merited words, and find that to be the greater reward of pride and pleasure than anything ever offered to him by the world.

“Your arrow… still felled me, Hedgehog.” He states, and Sonic laughed.

Grinning, he patted Shadow’s back and shook his head, “No, old Sheriff, you put your own life on that quiver’s string… and you pulled till you were stretched so far back, that the only way left to go was forward.”

“I… let go. Heh.” Shadow found that analogy quite… satisfying.

Later, Sonic and Amy had a moment back when everyone was celebrating, dancing and drinking in merriment, as Sonic had named the group that in hopes this would be the old kingdom they once loved again.

Instead of all the sad tears that fell over their little plot of land in the world… he hated to see his people cry.

Around the campfire, Sonic Hood felt Maid Amy fall to face him back to back, having just danced around with the others, and coming directly to ask him a question.

“Why did you wait so long?” She inquired, “I was about to be married, you know?”

Sonic’s head rose slightly from admiring the colors in the flames… “Come on, Amy…” He scratched the back of his head, and she thought it rather cute, thinking he was embarrassed at his feelings for her.

But… he was actually quite nervous about what not many people ever got to see… one thing that he evoked in her–unfortunately–too often.

“You know I’m bad at making dates…”

Her temper.

Shadow heard strange sounds of a blunt objecting hitting another, some ruckus of destruction, then a woman’s loud and angry voice as the thrashing continued.

Perplexed, he turns to where he knows Friar Tails and Little Knuckles are, obviously keeping an eye on him.

“Is there another woman in the settlement? This one sounds… like a bear, perhaps?” Never in his life would he have considered the ‘angelic’ personage of Maiden Amy, the fair and ever kind, innocent and pure woman, to be what she really was…

A little rascal.

Awkwardly, the Merry men and the two beside him sweated with awkwardness, nervously laughing at his ‘blind’ description of his ‘Good, tender Maid Amy’ actually being the sole reason for this rampaging against Sonic Hood.

They knew her well enough, anyway… She had snuck out to see Sonic constantly during rumors of his raiding nearby…

But sadly, to avoid suspicion that she was in league with them, she would give her intel on Jet’s movements and Shadow’s plans, before sneaking back into the castle…

“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN LATE TO STOP ME FROM GETTING MARRIED! AUUGHH!!!”

Shadow, truly, couldn’t believe his ears.

He wonders if his image of the world is now ‘clearer’ from having his eyes locked up tight.

Without craving power… he now craved… to understand what the eyes could not see.

This fellowship… of friends.

END.

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Fanfiction Entry #810 : (x)

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Doing this while on a double-16 hour shift. Meaning, I did 16's yesterday and today, so if my writing seems really off, you know now why XD

I've been struggling with writing for some time now. I've been trying to heal and work on other things, but thank you so much--My Cuties--for your patience with me.

I always am inspired by your support, and your passionate memory of me and my works.

I'm so glad I could inspire you. Stay tuned!

PROMPTS ARE SHUTDOWN FOREVER. Sorry for your loss :'( Finishing the ones already submitted during the event due date. None are to be accepted henceforth and forever more! I gotta write my own stories again, sorry XD Life is but all work~ (Sang like, 'Life is but a dream'.)

Prompt:

Fabrics. Buttons. Can’t forget the soft stuff is the outer layer. Oh! Sewing! Finally!

I was so excited to get this going! I put it straight up to my mirror, overlapping my body to make sure the proportions were right.

I often made sweaters for Penguins, but if I’m being truly honest, I haven’t really tested myself properly with forging my own clothes!

“I will conquer this contest!” I held up my arms to the ceiling, as though declaring my intentions with sound, purposeful might!

After all, the winner gets to meet the voice actor for my favorite little pupper! His voice is so cute when he barks on the new show they just aired, and everyone wants to dress up as a version of him!

Looking online, though… It seems there’s a lot of people who judge ridiculously for these competitions… I felt a little embarrassed… but I ended up asking Sticks for some advice.

She’s really good at… umm… should I call it, ‘Makeshifting’ stuff?

I think that’s appropriate. It’ll suffice.

Sticks, of course, couldn’t keep a secret for the life of her. I was asking the Walrus mother about some patchwork questions when I heard a BURST of laughter coming from our favorite Burger place…

Now I was really mad..!

I squandered my entrance with hasty, stomping footsteps as my cheek kept puffing up to ridiculous heights of anger.

I stopped only to square up as Sticks was showing my prototype cosplay of my favorite Pup to our friends, who were mocking it as I had feared the judges would as well.

But… But I had to win that one on one time with that Voice Actor!

“Enough!” I stomped my foot down again and threw my arms down. That really made them flinch, they were so… So..! 

My fist shook in rage. It rose up… and I… I regret it, but I couldn’t keep my emotions from blowing up.

“You’re all so self-absorbed sometimes!”

The silence was deafening.

I felt my eyes welling up, but I wouldn’t dare release tears to their mockery.

I stormed past Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails to rip the Pup costume out of Sticks’s hands… she was standing up on a table, the others sitting at another one to watch as though an audience to my hard work being treated like a child’s art and crafts hung on the fridge…

I wanted so much more than that for this costume,... and looking at it, my rage turned to disappointment… mostly in myself.

I just wanted to meet my favorite character’s voice actor… Or at least, get a chance to take pictures and… and…

I saw the fake fur growing darker in spots… water falling from my eyes.

I threw my face into the fuzz and raced away, the little prototype face of the pup still forever dorky and adorable, as though trying to comfort me…

Back at home, I heard a knock on the door, and ignored the pitiful cries of my friends… before looking up from leaning my head over the armrest of the couch to see they were all just watching me from my bare and open window.

I sighed, letting them in.

They were adorable!!!!

They actually spent the time to all make Puppy costumes! We’d all be so cute going to the convention they were hosting for the World Championships of my favorite puppy game, that I almost lost it in my excitement!

We all then worked together to perfect our cosplays, looking up tutorials–as recommended of Tails–and Knuckles doing the heavy-lifting bargaining sales by fighting old ladies for our supplies at the one craft store in the village.

Sonic was speedy with needlework, though it wasn’t the finest, he practiced and pricked his finger all night to perfect it. He admitted he felt a little weird doing the hobby, but you know what?

I saw him practicing with yarns in knitting! Haha! I think he found something he actually really likes! Now that he’s got the whole ‘hand-eye’ coordination nailed down flat.

I winked at him, and he smiled to me. For the first time in a long time, I was reminded why I loved him so much.

I blushed when he asked me, still minding his own business with his cosplay gluing of silly eyeballs that bounced around for the project. “Why do you want to win so bad at this costume contest, anyway, Ames? We could have all just gone to support you in winning the championship.”

“Emm… I think Eggman’s gonna enter it. I would much prefer the prize of-” I suddenly halted and put my face into the paw that I was working on, making sure the fluff was getting stuffed into it correctly. “Quality time with the Voice Actor!”

“H-Huh?” Sonic suddenly stopped working but I was buried deep in soft toe-pads~

My literal dream~!

“Hehe. He’s my favorite.” I pulled out only to hear the heavy fabric of his cosplay slide off the couch from Sonic’s lap.

“Hmm?” But when I turned to look at him, he had sped off, and I wasn’t sure what that was about…

My best guess? He was probably antsy from putting in so much work while staying in one place for too long. He needed to stretch his legs, I get it.

It was then that I noticed… his Pup Costume was actually the best friend of my Puppy’s! I was so happy to see which Puppy he picked!

I wonder… did he watch the show? I thought him and Knuckles called it a bore when I tried to watch it with them. Sticks just thinks the convention is a conspiracy to drain creatively suffering artists of all their pocketbooks while feeding them government distractions from what was really going on in their lives… but everyone already knew and accepted that, so I didn’t bother discussing it further.

However, Tails and me were all about that sweet, sweet lore~

Tails had some fun theories! He was playing the Grand Grandpa German Shepard character that was only found within the television series, having some CRAZY theories that he was actually a wizard.

I think the new collectible line of their pieces for the game is going to eventually come out with him, not just as a toy, but they’re waiting for the big season finale coming up before they drop it, I think.

Finally, we had all gotten our cosplays ready, and taking a fun picture really quick, we entered the convention as Sticks immediately began a protest soapbox performance in the corner of the giant building.

Not surprising anyone… she got a huge following, who wanted to add her to their social medias, but she thought that meant scuba diving into her personal life and breaching her security, making her rear up like a cat’s back hairs and hiss them away, running from her new adoring fans.

Knuckles was the giant Saint Bernard Pup, and immediately got stepped every few steps he took for a picture. He lifted up fans and seemed to really soak in all the attention! In fact, I think he even mentioned that maybe the show and game wasn’t all that bad! I was proud of him for opening up his… uh… well, what was surely there of his big noggin’ brain to other possibilities of what was defined as ‘cool’.

Tails was already debating with fans about rumors, leaks, and got really sucked into the collectible Puppy Piece Bobbleheads that were there. Extremely limited editions, and although he told me he wasn’t about that life, he clearly got thrown into the puppy void vortex of their advertisement and ranking pool.

I hope he got a rare rainbow or reverse holo. I hear those skins are rare.

I suddenly felt a hand grasp mine and gasped, turning around to see… Sonic?

I was almost certain everyone had dispersed… but seeing him still here… it brought a warm smile to my anxious heart.

“You… You’re gonna come to the contest with me?” I beamed, trying to hold my excitement in at his sweet gesture.

“Why else would I wear this costume?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I loved his shyness.

Evvvveeennn if it got a little annoying sometimes… because he really ought to learn how to express himself better.

Sigh, for another day~

“Oh! There he is!” I pointed to the man of the hour! The admiration of my tiny little heart beating like a true Puppy Fan! “There he isss!!!” I shook Sonic, careful to not mess up his cosplay, but incredibly overjoyed as I jumped on differing legs, back and forth, swinging my oversized onesie I made from scratch to and fro.

“It’s Marks Dan Barkman! His yips and growls are so profound! His whines and gruffy huffs are to die for! And his howl!!!!” I held up my hands to my idol, not realizing…

Sonic had let go of my hand long ago…

I was so distracted, but quickly reached back to grab Sonic’s arm and drag him over to the sign up table.

“Dave?” I was surprised to see him working the stand.

He shrugged, “Eh, it’s a job.” He breathily stated as though exasperated, pulling out a baton and whacking some eager fans hands away from the participation sheet. “ONE AT A TIME!” He hollered, then sighed and sat back down, handing me the paper.

“Here you… uh… go. Just sign here… here… sign your soul over here… Your individual property rights… name and number… social security… thank you, you may proceed.”

After I just filled out the necessities, I rushed to the stage’s stairs and looked back at Sonic.

He looked… for some reason, shaken up.

I smiled warmly to him, rushing back over and giving him a hug. “I know it’s a lot of people and the smell is atrocious…” I gagged a little, then pulled away, “But it really means the world to me that you’re supporting me, Sonic!”

I couldn’t read his expression.

I just gave him a sweet, close-eyed smile and raced up the stairs!

I did a cute little improv, walking around as the fans cheered for me. It was amazing!

Since I liked doing a little writing on the side… I decided to perform and even shook my bum to make the puppy tail, fashioned with springs, to wiggle wildly, which was a signature for the pupper.

They all went ballistic with the detail and fine-finishing of my cosplay! And I actually won!

I was so excited, my fists were up by my face, and I got to stand. In. front. Of. “MARKS. HEHEHEHE. DAN. HAHAHAH. BARKMAN.” I almost fainted, but he was so charming and caught me, pulling me back to him.

“Haha, you’re a sweet one! What’s your name, little pup?”

I practically died.

“Amy Rose! Heheh~ I’m your biggest fan!”

I heard something like a howl or whine from the crowd, but the impression didn’t sound anything like a puppy character I knew, and it followed by a snap of something, but I couldn’t see from the spotlights on the stage.

“Well, to the victor the spoils!” He did some impressions that I literally did back, barking and yipping in little ‘quotes’ from the show, which was mostly just puppies as the crowd mimicked us back.

However, went he went down to kiss my cosplay puppy’s nose…

“THAT’S IT.” Sonic raced up from the crowd, shook out my arm–summoning the Piko Piko Hammer–and went to-

ATTACK MY FAVORITE VA STAR?!

“Sonic! What are you doing!?” I grabbed his arms as they were pulled back, ready to overhead slam and spike my favorite voice actor through the wooden stage!

“This is not a fighting game!” I cried out, pulling him back, “We do not smash our brother puppers here!”

The security, like hounds to a rabbit, suddenly swarmed over us and when their pack of matted hairballs dispersed, my Piko Piko Hammer had a single zip-tie around its handle.

I gasped, “You got my hammer securitified!” I gasped, letting him go as he hobbled a second and looked at the ‘clearly not helping’ single zip-tie on the stem.

“H-huh?”

“Weapons aren’t allowed at the convention, idiot!” A fan heckled from the crowd.

“O-Oh.” Sonic lowered it a bit, then pointed accusingly to Mr. Barkman. “This old geezer was trying to kiss you, though!”

The crowd, including myself, were aghast with gasps at such disrespect.

“How dare you!” I whipped the Piko Piko Hammer from his grasp and went to bonk him, but the convention security whistled, I looked over with Sonic, and we both lowered the hammer as he cleared his throat.

“Ohh!!! He was gonna give my Puppy cosplay a kiss on the nose!” I pointed to the hoodie of my detailed and perfectly chubby puppy onesie cosplay, as Sonic suddenly seemed greatly embarrassed by his misunderstanding.

“B-But… I’m your hero, Amy!”

The crowd, as is typical of drama alluring their starved minds for entertainment, suddenly sat back against their seats, as though respectful spectators of the new ‘series’ they were now willingly participating in with their full, judging, and undivided attention.

“... Sonic?” I lowered the hammer as it fell to the ground, crashing through the wood and showing just how strong it actually was.

“We’re not paying for that.” On his phone, Dave the Intern just scrolled and didn’t even bother to look up, “My contract doesn’t specify anything more than being here.”

“You… You called him your favorite!” Sonic looked away, being more vulnerable than I was normally used to…

“This is so in-character.” I heard someone whisper.

“Yeah, they’re best friends, after all.”

It was then I realized… They all thought we were performing a skit!

I sighed in relief, they weren’t judging us…

I put a hand to my heart, “My pupper brother…” I stated, and in the language of the pooches, confessed my undying love of Sonic The Hedgehog.

While all Sonic could hear was intermediate barking, the audience pulled out tissues and began to blow their noses or wipe their eyes at my speech of profound, unyielding fidelity to my pupper brother.

Although my yips, barks, whimpers, and yowling howls were all emotionally gripping in the very character of my favorite puppy character, I was actually speaking from my heart, referring to Sonic as the greatest friend I’ve ever known.

“... Amy… What?” He held up a hand, “I’m supposed to be getting all this…” He gestured to me, “Weird animal noises… stuff?”

I laughed, “Oh, Sonic. I’m just saying you’re my number one idol! No one can compare to you!” I jumped into his arms, and the crowd all sounded off with ‘Awww~’.

Mr. Barkman started the claps, and I did get his signature and picture in the end!

However… We were now wholly in a compromised situation… as one fan suddenly spoke out.

“Wait… Sonic? And Amy Rose?”, “Heeeyy… How did Sonic pull out her Hammer from Hammerspace?”, “No, no. He didn’t ‘pull it out’.” He did the bunny ears.

I knew that voice, and Sonic looked like he was having PTSD flashbacks from hearing it, too.

Mark the Tapir… Sonic’s proclaimed ‘number one’ fan…

“Clearly,” He made himself the leading voice on the ‘debate’ now. “The simple action of ‘shaking’ Amy’s hand out triggered the reaction of the hammer. Simple as that.”

“Nuh-uh!” A little girl suddenly poked her head up from the crowd, being now on her father’s shoulders, “Only Amy can summon her hammer! And how was he able to wield it? What triggers it, anyway?”

“Uhhh…” I slowly brought Sonic towards the stairs, also reaching back to paw the air for Mr. Barkman’s arm, not wanting to lose my ‘one-on-one’ time with the celebrity, still. “This is gonna get gnarly…” I warned, but it was too late…

“What if it’s an imposter Amy Rose? Amy Rose is a common name and surname. Plus, it could be meta. A cosplay WITHIN a cosplay!”

“What if the contest was rigged just to promote a new Sonic convention!?”

“I thought the power of Love triggered Amy’s hammer! That’s why she has such strong emotions!”

“Isn’t her hammer heavy? How could he hold it over his head?”, “Hang on, her hammer is REPEATEDLY shown to change in size. She can manifest it anyway she wants!”, “If that were true, how come it’s also shown that the bigger her emotions, the bigger and more powerful the hammer gets?”, “Is it one hammer or many? Can she duel-weild!?”

I began to try and covertly hide herself, while also getting Sonic to pose with our elaborate cosplays to take more videos and do impressions with Barkman, sneaking out as the fans went ballistic.

“Thank you, everyone, for not having me go alone.” I smiled at my friends when we all were getting the overly expensive food at the convention, getting ready to go home.

“But… But how did Sonic manage to hold your hammer, Amy? Did you just… summon it cause he clearly wanted you to?” Tails was, unfortunately, sucked into the lore debate just as promptly as his white tote bags also clearly showed his new obsession with rare pieces of a specific merch having crept in unwillingly.

The environment can get to people, sometimes…

I laughed, “It’s a secret~” Winking to them.

Sticks groaned, having gone full incognito now, slurping her overpriced drink. “It’s clearly cause Amy’s got muscle memory. Sonic’s seen her summon the hammer a thousand times. He shook her hand, she noticed what she wanted, and honestly, whenever has our Amy denied Sonic anything? They fight alongside each other all the time, it’s clearly just that she indulged him after realizing what he wanted from the shaking and she just–did it.” Sticks tried to explain.

I blushed though,... the real reason wasn’t just because I felt ‘trained’ or ‘condition’ to summon my hammer and trust Sonic had a reason…

It was… because…

He grabbed my arm with such firm haste, shaking my arm as though wanting my attention more than anything else in that moment…

Now that I knew he was jealous… My heart, in that moment, only knew that it was racing with how speedily he came to my side.

Without really thinking about it, my hammer came out.

Sonic wouldn’t know my secret… but everyone who heard my heartfelt pooch language cries would know the truth…

At least, they should.

Twas the startlement of love that summoned my hammer~ From the get-go, that’s how it’s always worked~

Since I first met Sonic, I wanted to get stronger, and the Hammer came from that feeling, I think.

To be closer to him…

“... Isn’t the hammer just a meme off a children’s toy?”

Everyone looked at Sonic.

Especially me, in disappointment.

I summoned it and went to bonk him lightly on the head when I suddenly heard a whistle blow and the pack of clouded fluff from security glomped me again!

Luckily, my cosplay was easily fixed at the nearby ‘Cosplay Medic’ Stand, so I wasn’t too upset. They did confiscate my Piko Piko Hammer, but I simply ‘poof’ed it back into my hand when leaving the convention.

My other hand… was occupied by Sonic, as we tagged behind the team so no one saw us…

Aww!~ He really is so shy! Ah…

I looked behind him, “Barkman… You… You can go back to work or… I don’t know, go home now?”

Barkman looked a little lost, but nodded, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and waving us farewell.

“You know, I bet even Voice Actors miss hanging out with their friends. They live busy lives.” I nodded.

“That, or he really is a creep with his fans.” This time, nothing could stop my hammer from colliding with Sonic’s big, handsome, and FAT spiky head!

“No one. Not even you, Sonic The Hedgehog, disrespect Marks Dan Barkman!” This time, I think he laughed after saying, ‘Ouch! Amy..!’ because he knew I would do the same to anyone speaking ill of him, too. ^^

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Fanfiction Entry #809 (x)

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I hope it’s okay, I see this more as combining differing timelines of the differing universes, so it’s not just ‘Boom!Sonamy’ I hope that’s still okay!

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Prompt:

A red and striped beach towel covered a red, one-piece swimsuit with a logo of a streak of white lighting made of a different fabric on the upper-right chest. A coconut drink with a pale blue umbrella was being slurped out of a straw, and Amy Rose was lounging on a low beach chair, enjoying the morning paper.

Music played beside her on a super old-fashioned stereo she liked to call, “Retro” in design. She mindlessly stared at the article about her blue hero’s triumphant victory yet again earlier in the week, and clicked a button to change the station channel on the stereo.

“And now, for all you lonely hearts out there~” The announcer stated, showing she was listening to the radio.

“Oh-hoo~ My love~” Amy sighed deeply, listening to the music. “Whether through storming waves, or over the moon, and past all the constant stars~”

She frowned, looking up from her thick black glasses with red rims to the ocean before her, and then looking around while putting a fist up to her chin to lean on her low-riding spread chair meant to fit two.

‘… He’s not coming… is he?’

“Whenever you need me, call out my special name. And no matter what, I’ll be the rocket’s red flame. I’ll be the steamboat’s song~ I’ll be the rowing tidal wave-”

She turned off the music, getting annoyed with a long stretch up to finally start getting ready to go home.

She smacked her lips together, looking back at the coconut drink and closing one eye to peer the other into it. “Hmm. Empty. Like my day has been…” She placed it down and whined a little with a groan up towards the heavens, getting up as though she was ‘too’ relaxed, and it bothered her.

Wiggling her bum up and off the chair was probably her way of coping with the miserable evening of a beautiful day on the beach… wasted.

“I really thought he’d do it.” She pushed against her back by drawing her hands to its bending arch, stretching again with a ‘Hoo…’ at the end of it all.

She rolled up some of the newspaper and smacked off the resting sand sticking to her legs, then wiggled her tail to spray off the last of the scratchy sand and nodded with a pleased look of achievement in her expression.

“Yep, that’d oughta do it. Next time, if I text Sonic a specific day and time, in hopes of not telling him what we’re doing to be a great ‘hook’ for a surprise date, maybe just tell him to RSVP so I don’t sit here disappointed?” She looked at her newest phone designed by Tails himself, and still… no calls, no messages… But a post of Cream and her Mother sending good wishes to Amy… as though they knew he wouldn’t come either.

Her heart sank a little at the adorable picture, knowing those two were there during her hardest of times… When she thought Sonic wasn’t coming back to their world…

She put away the phone into the beach bag, a simple weaved one she bought cheap.

“Why do I even bother…” She reached to get her stereo… bending down and reaching for it. “He probably didn’t even receive the text, anyway… I wonder if he’s off planet again?”

Before her hand could reach the handle, a gust of familiar, fast-flying wind sped by her and swished her quills to the right, staggering her bent stance slightly as a button was clicked down to spark to life the radio again.

“This goes out to our heartbreakers!” The announcer stated, but the wind came again and again, changing the channels, “News states the sport’s life is at an all-time-” *Click* “Another beloved actor has unfortunately passed this-” *Click* “To the old couples out there, this one’s for you, honey.”

By this time, Amy’s hair had been whipped left and right, and even her three iconic quills were dangling limply over her face, making her blow up a puff of air to move at least one of them out of the way to reveal her droopy eye.

“When you’re alone, does it feel like the end? If this is goodbye, no, I’ll call your bluff, babe.”

Hearing the classic song, Amy suddenly thought back to when she first heard it.

Many, many years ago…

“I won’t do it!” Sonic, in funny floaties, flippers, and over-exaggerated eye-goggles folded his arms and pouted deeply into them, refusing to even set foot in the water as a young Amy Rose splashed him and tapped the water.

“Mr. Sonic. If you don’t get in the water and conquer your fears, how will we ever swim together?” She cheerfully stated, with the firm hand of a devoted teacher.

“We don’t.” He simply, firmly, stated back with the spirit of youthful rebellion, and tried to take off a flipper that was wedged in tightly on his foot…

As he struggled, Amy sighed.

The song on the radio back then was the same radio she was using today… But the song was much newer then…

“Don’t act so tough, you’re my hellos, and every good morning from sundown to dusk. So trust~ Me~”

“Come on, Mr. Sonic! Take my haaaand…” She waddled through the pond of the zone they were currently in, taking his hand and gently guiding him into the water, his flippity-flopping clops-clops of his splashing flippers wading through the water unwillingly following after her.

She giggled, “Aw, you’re so cute!”

“Cute!?” Sonic angrily twitched an eye, then sneezed. “I’m not cute! I’m cool!”

“You’d be even cooler if you swam with me~” Amy teased, winking one eye closed and smiling charmingly to him.

He blew bubbles with mumbles he’d never say above the surface of the water…

Never would he admit her sweet nature lured him into giving it a try, kicking his feet as she giggled and squee’d with encouragements and praises for his efforts.

To please her… he continued through the day…

“I’ll be coming~ Home~ Soon~ We’re two peas in a pie, a wink in an eye, you’ve got my other half so, I really can’t let go.”

“See? This is fun!” She tilted her head into her raised shoulder on her left side, but he refused to look up and engage her further, kicking harder to try and use his speed to accelerate through it. “N-No no, Mr. Sonic. You gotta- Ah!” He moved so fast that she had to let go of his hands as he passed by her, his attempt to flee her only made him stuck in the middle of the pond, hopelessly flopping around with spraying up, animated tears in his eyes. “M-... Mr. Sonic!” She smacked two hands to her cheeks and hurriedly began to go to him, seeing he was panicking as the sound effect for drowning started to ring in Sonic’s ears.

“A-Am-Am-!” He was trying to keep his mouth above the water, but his head went too forward as he tried to ‘hard break’ with his legs, fear striking him stiff as he was now kicking his feet above in the air, his face below water… stuck.

“Soonniiccc!!!” It was the first time she ever called his name without an honorific, and quickly swam with all her might to reach him, and turn him front side up again.

He didn’t even cough, but right when his head came back up, he cried out, “Ammmeesss!!!!”

“H-Huh?” She moved her hands off his floaties, too taken-aback by hearing that.

“It’s you and me, an ‘us’ and a ‘ours’. Why do you think time stands still? Why do you think I still call you mine?”

“You… You called me ‘Ames’.” She stayed afloat in the water, as Sonic caught his breath and coughed, wiping his mouth, he looked pretty exhausted for the day.

She put her fist to her heart, touched, but seeing this wasn’t really helping them ‘bond’ at all… He was truly not having fun, so she made the best decision out of love for his bravery to at least attempt something he didn’t want to do with her cheering him on…

At least… he was kind enough to indulge, even for a moment… to conquer his fears so they could swim together. “Ohh… We don’t have to-”

“Y-You’re name is Amy… Sorry about that. Don’t get mad I said it wrong, okay?” His backtrack made her pause.

“Did… Under the water, it sounded like… you said my name normally, didn’t you?” He looked back to her, just letting the floaties do the work as he drifted somewhat from her, and she slowly reached out to grab his arm and pull him back to where she was.

“T… That’s right. I was too familiar with you. I’m sorry.” She looked truly like she was apologizing for making him go in the water, but Sonic just flashed–without hesitation–a reassuring and charming, closed-eye smile to her.

“Heh-heh, that’s alright! Call me Sonic!” He then winked to her, “All my friends do.”

She felt her heart elevate as though rising to walk on water..!

“And I’ll call you Amy from now on. Ames is kinda… Just not your pretty name, right?” He tilted his head, “Sorry about that. Nicknames are gross!” He stuck out his tongue,... was he… trying to cover up how embarrassed he was..?

She covered her mouth, ‘Is he… really so shy!? Under all that cool persona and confident demeanor!?’ She gushed over him, ‘My adorable hero!!!’ And leaned her hand into her cheek, blushing.

“Ohhh… Why… Do you think I’m wasting ‘our’ time? With you. Oh, you. You are mine. All mine. And half of what’s left of a love that can’t be beaten. Half of what’s leftover and eaten. Half of my sleep, and half of my dreams. And all of the rights, and none of the wrong. Though I, can’t, prove… What makes you so unique, I’ll speak it out once more.”

Another memory triggered, seeing a hand outstretch into a now older Amy’s vision as a string of shells meant to be a lucky charm protection against water accidents was in front of her… with an hand hoping she’d take it…

“Can you… help me put it on, Amy?”

She laughed, getting up.

She rose to her tippity-toes…

“Soooniiikkuuu…!!!!” The sound of the adorable nickname echoed through the spans of time….

As Amy remembered…

Falling into the water, Sonic swimming to reach her…

What she didn’t know… was…

What he remembered…

On that day…

Many, many years ago… but not quite so long ago as before.

“When you’re alone, does it feel like the end? If this is goodbye, no, I’ll call your bluff, babe.”

Sonic, stopping at the edge of the water, only looked with that same stiffening fear into the water… before remembering that day in the pond, with Amy teaching him that moving his feet so fast only moves water under him, not helping him to go up but sink down faster…

It would take more energy to use his speed in water, and benefit him nothing but losing all energy to keep swimming… causing him to drown.

Remembering that helpful tidbit, he took a deep breath, a surge of courage coming over him…

As he dived willingly into the water…

Much… much more vast than a pond…

“Don’t act so tough, you’re my hellos, and every good morning from sundown to dusk. So trust~ Me~”

Swimming down to her, he felt the pressure of the ocean against his body, the water bringing him down as he wanted it to, trying to reach her sinking form.

He saw her eyes open only for a moment, her present… she wasn’t letting it go…

His eyes turned from concern to suddenly determined love.

He stopped reaching for her, and swished his arms in wild-rotations, a very amateur remembrance of her lessons on how to move one’s arms while trying to propel themselves forward.

She had taught that the arms were more important than the legs sometimes, when wanting to move forward in water.

Her body disappeared into the deepest blue of the abyss… and with bubbles firing out of his nose from losing sight of her, he rotated his arms faster and kicked his feet even harder… he didn’t care if he made it out… she would.

“I’ll be coming~ Hooooome~ Soon~” 

Walking through the murky water… now becoming clearer… one foot in front of the other, Sonic was determined to try and get out.

The beach wasn’t too far away…

He looked down at Amy… And breathed that last of his air into her…

Now on pure instinct of survival, with his muzzle turning just as blue as his body, he fought with all his might in large, quick leaps through the water to finally make it out, walking weakly to the shore and sucking in his first breath of air once breaching the surface.

He set her down on the warm sand, falling to his hands and knees–shaking.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, Eggman almost won by using his greatest fear against him…

It was the water… it was losing Amy.

He hacked a few times and hit his chest, not knowing anything about secondhand drowning, and wiped his mouth to look at Amy.

He turned her over and hit her back, but nothing.

His calmed expression suddenly turned to a spark of understanding she wasn’t out of the figurative ‘watery woods’ just yet.

He tilted her head up, and took a large breath another… conquering another fear…

And blew air back into her… past her lips… through her mouth… and into her lungs…

When he pulled away… nothing.

“So much for true’s love first kiss…” He immediately began chest-compressions, but after the third one, she started coughing and he backed away, his face now white from having been stupid enough to believe that just getting her out of the water was enough to save her.

She had almost been dead if he hadn’t…

He shook his head out of it as Cream came over, and tried to look relaxed again, letting a hand go behind his back and keep him upwards, his legs bending to the sides of himself.

“H-Hey, Cream…” He tried to feigned a smile to let her know it was all alright.

He looked to Amy, worry still slowly leaving him as her torso rose up and down… breathing… at last… again.

“Miss Amy? Miss Amy?” Cream shook her, and Sonic realized–with his muzzle now turning red–that he couldn’t face her after that…

He looked around for an exit plan… before seeing the ‘almost memento’ of her gift still locked in her unstiffening fingers…

He took it, and looked to Cream, “Help me tie this on?” He asked sweetly, “And make sure to stay with Amy… I don’t want her waking up alone. You can do this for me, won’t you?” He winked charmingly, the same tactic he used on a littler Amy so long ago…

Much farther back than even this memory…

Cream had nodded, “Leave it to me and Cheese, Mr. Sonic!” A familiar honorific to his name that sounded just as heavenly as when Amy had-

He smiled to her, but thinking of ‘heaven’ wasn’t what he wanted to dwell upon right now.

“Thank you.” He gave a sweet smile to her,... and took off after she tied it on to herself.

Sneezing as he did when he first heard Amy call him cute, he couldn’t help but relive that moment… gazing out on a beautiful landscape that had almost taken the most important thing in his life away from him…

A special somebody… who he had yet to swim with… even after all these years.

“Sonic,” He smirked to himself, trying to cheer himself up and rid himself of the fear he momentarily experienced… just moments ago. “You gotta stay out of the water.” He took a gloved finger under his nose, trying to warm it, but really… his eyes were goofy in his doting of how much he cared about her.

Though, he’d never admit it openly.

Determined to never let her get that close to death again, he narrowed his eyes, “Hmm.” And rose up, standing confidently before the sea as her gift and lucky charm dangled around his wrist, with Cream’s attached string to the broken one… to help it stay on again.

“... You won’t take Ames away from me…” He declared to the sea, then boldly put his hands on his hips, “And I will swim in ya with her, yet! Just like she wanted! You wait and see…”

Back in the modern era, Amy was still holding Sonic’s hands, helping him to kick more precisely in his floating innertube as support around his waist than just to hurry through the whole thing.

The radio was still playing… lights showing it was on even far after dusk…“Thanks to the request of one of our listeners, this one goes out to a very special lady. He called in the station saying, ‘This one’s for you, Amy! I didn’t forget’cha!’ Aww, what a sweetie! Give him a break, okay?”

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Fanfiction Entry #808 (x)

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Combining Prompts (To hopefully get through them all at last! DX lol)

"I play POLYMERIZATION! Taking these two prompts on my side of the inbox, I'll have them merge to combine and create..!"

"This-" Prompt:

“You’re nothing but a manipulator.”

The charismatic sound rattled Infinite to no end.

How could he continually disregard threat after threat? The abuse of Infinite’s words trying to sting a thousand deadly poisons about his friend’s shortcomings in the war rolling through his blood as though rain upon skin, not lasting… not affecting…

His spirit was unwavering and undaunted in the fact of his charading mask.

Infinite put a clawed hand up to it, his own insecurities shaking at Sonic’s optimism. Who taught this hero that? Was in just innate in him!?

‘His friends… are truly his power.’ He turned with a wide swish of his tail to the jail cell, also unrelenting, also unyielding.

His hands gripped the cage bars, “You have so much faith in your pathetic friends… the stench of their fear, after losing you, saturates the air even through the smog of burning smoke and ashes!” He shook the bars by accident, having thrusted himself up against the metal borders between freedom and entrapment.

Sonic, his arms folded, smirked with a side-eye back to Infinite’s attempt. “You’re the pathetic one. Shaking the cage instead of me.” He nonchalantly lifted a palm up towards the ceiling, as though shrugging. “My friends would never lose their cool.”

Unable to hold back a growl of distaste at failing to rile Sonic up or even get a reaction of misery out of him, Infinite, like a predator unable to feast on his prey’s sufferings, threw himself around and paced himself as though to walk away.

But no… It occurred to him, then… His one eye widening before slyly looking back at Sonic

He held a hand again to his mask, but this time, more poised than ever.

“I’m not sure what will convince you… besides, perhaps, an example?” He wanted to check to see if Sonic was now paying attention, he hadn’t exactly described a situation before. He had always, vividly, tried to paint a picture for Sonic of his friends falling back at his own power, at scurrying away in pain.

Describing injuries and their looks of fear and torment never seemed to phase Sonic, as though he knew his friends all too well…

“But this one…” He slightly tilted his body, wanting just a glance… a peek at his face. “Might surprise you.”

Sonic was still facing his back to him… ‘Alright… the games begin anew.’

More confident, Infinite turned away from looking slightly over his shoulder and continued his farce since of illusionary power…

“That one hedgehog, pink and frail, wielding a hammer not quite proportional to her size… Ring any bells?”

“She’d like me to hear bells.” Sonic scoffed, but it did mean he knew the very girl Infinite was speaking of…

He smirked under his mask. ‘I have you now… Sonic..!’

He paced to the side, showing he wasn’t going anywhere. “A spirited girl. Kinda reminds me of you, at times… Rallying her troops, raising their courage to fly the flag of resistance wherever they should so march… After all these months, though… I have come to find her weakness is rather… easy to exploit.” He raised a clawed hand, and curled it maliciously.

He took another peek.

A swift turn of Sonic’s quills showed he didn’t want to reveal his listening in…

‘Excellent… I’ve found your weakness as well.’ He swished only one beat of his tail, bringing it to his other side.

“It didn’t take long… You can read that one like a book. A picture book, even.” He lightly threw out some humor, mocking her. “Who knew a girl who’s fought robots all her life would get so shaken up by…”

He fully turned to face Sonic, folding his arms, “One…”

Sonic’s body twitched, before he repositioned his feet and seemed to regulate himself.

This was the first time Infinite was using an example about the little termite. She had holed herself away after an unfortunate setback… with Tails realizing both of them weren’t fit for combat.

Tails, with the loss of his best friend, and Amy dealing with loss by trying to stay active in hope and combat… only to be overthrown by her childhood trauma when faced with Metal Sonic Phantoms…

“My power grows stronger… thanks to her fear.” He dipped his chin down slightly, then walked with great, easy and relaxed strides as though he had all the time in the world to squeeze every last morsel of a delicious meal out of Sonic…

How he had longed to see the look of despair on that overconfident hedgehog’s face… a hero broken and defeated by Infinite’s own might and power..!

He tapped the metallic edge of his mask’s ‘nose’ against the metal bars. “Sonic? You still there?” He mockingly teased.

Sonic huffed out some air from his nose, scoffing at him.

“Want me to go on?” He was loving this.

Sonic? Silent?

“No remark at all, have you?”

“... You prattle on and on… just like Eggman.” Sonic’s words infuriated him.

He straightened up, stood more intimidatingly at the border of the cell, dropping his arms and forming fists. “What!?”

“Amy might have some small hammers…” He finally… turned around.

He walked to face Infinite’s trembling eye with his own, steady and steadfast, piercing emerald eye of his own.

“But she can also carry bigger ones… and it looks like you haven’t seen those yet.”

Infinite grunted to disregard Sonic’s bold stance and claim, flicking a hand up to dismiss his heroic defense of her.

“It’s no use, Infinite… You can’t shake me up.” Sonic smiled, leaning back. “Why not just quit already?”

“I can do whatever I please!!!” Infinite, losing his cool, slashed a claw across the bars as Sonic jumped back, landing on three limbs before smiling confidently once more, getting up to see Infinite breathing hard.

Infinite put a shaking hand to his throat… as Sonic tilted his head and chuckled to the side of himself.

“Right. Whatever you ‘can’ do… but without that mysterious power of yours… you’re nothing but the empty shell you wear on your head…” He swiped an arm out, as Infinite looked up, as though worried Sonic saw right through his ruse…

“You’ll pay for that… hedgehog.” He moved and lowered a lever, as Sonic’s face turned from joking to serious.

Another torturous arena battle, eh?

When would he learn…

Once rescued, Sonic immediately found out the source of Infinite’s power through some trial and error, but with the help of his friends, he also noticed…

At the final battle, Amy was avoiding the Metal Sonic’s…

His heart Infinite’s words, seeing that they must be true.

At first, he was relieved to hear Amy didn’t leave the base most of the time. Figuring all of Infinite’s spout out nonsense was just like his Phantom Ruby powers, make-believe that he convinced himself he was seeing.

It gave Infinite power to see others weak and helpless before him… he soaked in their expressions of fear as though a vampire to their bloodlust.

Amy’s face would shift when seeing a Metal Sonic coming at her, then turn to only find another in the opposite direction.

Her hammer stayed at her side, ready… but never launching itself towards its foes…

Sonic didn’t have much time… he needed to defeat this thing, the giant mecha Eggman had holed himself inside… but this… this needed to be addressed first.

Because, in truth, seeing even some of Infinite’s words proving true… was what truly made Sonic feel fear.

His heart trembled, yes.

But not in weakness…

In strength.

“Amy!”

Alarmed, Amy turned around to gasp, seeing Sonic leap over her and curl up to knock away a few more enemies, leaving–purposefully–the Metal Sonics as the only illusionary menaces still plaguing her flanks.

“W-What did you do that for? Come to help or selectively not hit the ones with your ‘somewhat’ face?” She teased, but as he put his back against her own, letting the Metal Sonic’s swarm and surround them, he could feel her body quake in fear…

He closed his eyes, trying to help his heart beat louder… Maybe, just maybe… Her heart might match its empathic pace.

It might guide her to the bravery he knew was always within her, even at her most lowest,... Amy wasn’t the kind of girl to quit.

“Amy…” He turned only some of his face over his shoulder, speaking indirectly to her as he opened his eyes to see the Metal Sonics raising their metallic claws, slowly taking steps to pin the two more and more against each other… squishing them into the center of their pre-pounced huddle.

“Remember what we said Infinite’s power runs on?” He eyed her behind him and then the Metal Sonics… they were growing larger… their red eyes blaring as though two twin lighthouses… not meant to instill safety, but distill it with the heat of battle, rising in growing doom.

“They don’t casts shadows…”

She looked down at the ground, seeing that.

“But in your mind… The more power you give them, the greater they become.”

Sonic’s words were like an anchor to her soul, and she took a deep breath, holding the Piko Piko Hammer, a trusted friend nowadays, with both hands… gripping it tightly and rubbing a twisting firmness to secure the lock they had on them.

She nodded, understanding.

“Banish that doubt, Amy… I’m here for you. I’ll be your strength… just like when it all first happened… I won’t leave you hanging for long.”

His voice was so gentle, so reassuring.

Her eyes blinked in recognition, remembering dangling by what felt like an iron thread, crying out in desperate cries to be let go… 

Sonic’s spin dash cut what felt like impossible bands to break, and once catching her footing, the binds of those ropes falling away, rushing into his arms, “Sooonnniccc…!!!”

Feeling that rush of gratitude like how she had felt back then, she smiled with peace finally lingering in her heart…

Her heart and his… steadily beating to the same drum.

“Thank you,... Sonic.” She teared up a little, “I missed you.”

He smiled, too. “Not for too long..! I hope…” He teased, but looked behind him and winked to her.

“Hehe, you’re such a charmer!” She played back, before swinging her hammer up over her head, “HHHHHHHEEE–” She wound up.

The Metal Sonic’s suddenly froze, looking at their bodies as they began to continually shrink in size.

“-HAHHHH!!!!” The Hammer grew in power, springing out puffs of what looked like cotton clouds to then reveal its enormous size..!

It swung down to completely flatten quite the regiment of Metal Sonics, now the size of nothing more than ants compared to her enlargened hammer.

The ‘Piko!’ Sound was deep, a low, heavy sound that amplified by the impact pulse and waves of air as rocks flew up in debris from the collison.

The echo made other Metal Sonics turn before lifting their arms to try and shield from the wind blast… but were taken out by the flying, large rocks that came hurdling at them.

Sonic flicked a thumb across the underbelly of his nose, proud of his friend conquering her fears, and realizing that was exactly why Infinite separated him from his friends.

The one thing that Infinite and Eggman did happen to see…

Was that Sonic… helped to dissipate fear from all those who trusted in him.

He was… Their beacon of everlasting Hope… and gave them the will to fight!

He took out the rest of the Metal Sonics in front of him, “I’ll take care of the rest!” He snickered, “And I don’t like my face that much, Amy! Come on!”

“Biggest lie I’ve heard today!” Amy cheerfully teased back.

“The nerve!” Sonic joked, but smiled and chuckled at seeing her thriving now on the battlefield…

Their rhythm aligned, their hearts were now synced, and with the same speed of delivery, Sonic and her continued to thrash the foes around them before he sped off with a kind wave goodbye, his eyes softened in a glaze of admiration of her.

She gave him a beautiful smile that freely warmed his heart with the light of hope she had once taught him to possess, and sped away to take on the big bad boss… once more… with a heart cleansed from doubt.

And certainly not holding on… to any more fears.

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Fanfiction Entry #807 (x)

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Sonic Generations prompt: Rosy comes along for the ride with Sonic and Tails. Obviously she's all over Sonic but she also can't believe how pretty her future self is. Modern Tails forgot how cute Rosy is and is glad to be taller for once. Knuckles and Rosy mock wrestle and everyone finds her adorable. When it's time to leave Rosy practicality wants to stay which makes Classic upset how could she *not* want to hang out with him? Eventually modern Sonic and Amy convince her to go back with them.

Inspired from this, I’ll use an idea I’ve had recently.

(This is a preview image for the prompt done below, therefore, the art does not belong to me, please support the official artist! (x) )

Guess what? Those Prompt things? STILL ON SHUTDOWN. DO NOT SEND ANOTHER HOMELESS PROMPT TO MY INBOX, THE SHELTER FOR ABANDONED PROMPTS IS CLOSED. Gosh, we barely have blankets to cover my toesies let alone more amazing prompt ideas! Sheesh!

Prompt

Red and white shoes skid with a screeching halt against a metallic plane, shining in a reflective light in the air above a circuit of routes looking more like flattened, winding snakes.

Lifting his head up, a sole hero smiles with a flicker of excitement glazing his eyes at a figure with a darker blue than his own… cased in heated steel, Neo Metal Sonic flares out his arms to show he’s ready for more.

Sonic, the hero of this tale, wipes his nose against his pale white glove and rises from having resisted a heavy impact hit… He stands confident and boldly, no fear, only amusement towards this rogue Eggman creation.

“That all you’ve got?” He mocked, ticking his tongue against the roof of his mouth to give clear conviction in each sound, a dictation diction to them.

“Hmph.” Neo Metal Sonic rose his head, his eyes slowly blaring the red lights within them. “You mock me for the last time, Hedgehog… I’ve come prepared this time.” He threw forward an arm, having his cape whip behind him in ecstasy at the revealed device now transforming from his shoulder down his arm, gripping him in fast-moving latches and spinning gears to reveal what looked like an arm now made to resemble Time Eater’s design.

Sonic took a step forward, marveling a moment as his eyes glanced back and forth at the new arm.

“Woah… Talk about a gaudy upgrade.” He flicked out a finger to lay upon the air, dismissing the cool, though exaggerated action of his timeless nemesis… Well, other than Egghead.

“Fool.” Neo Metal Sonic straightened up, holding his hand up to then ‘snap’ his fingers together.

A portal appeared, and with his other–normal–arm, he flexed it out to have electricity suddenly bundle on the ends of his finger tips.

In his palm, a bright button-like orb was attached, and shooting out, lifted in an electrical field… What Sonic hadn’t been expecting.

He had been searching for her, but…

“Amy..!” He lurched forward, his expression now one of concern and distress.

Neo Metal Sonic gave a culinary feast of laughter, delighting in seeing Sonic’s stance change, a fist held high, and his knees bent for action.

“Gahh… You dirty cheat!” Sonic somewhat growled a groan out, swiping his arm in front of him and stepping a foot even more forward, “Why can’t you just play honest and fair like the rest of us!?”

“I wasn’t built like the rest of you organic morons…” If he could smirk, he would, but his eyes did it for him. He leaned his head down and metallic eyelids from below grinned upwards to ‘squint’ his eyes in malicious pleasure.

“I figured, why not have a bit of fun? A race if you will…” Neo Metal Sonic looked to the portal forming out of purple swirling darkness, which had the strange shapes starting to appear of green hills and checkerboard brown and tan squares on the ground…

“Huh? You gotta let the past go sometime, Metal Me.” Sonic shook his head, and charged with lightning speed towards Neo Metal Sonic.

“Hahaha. Even I know you need a ‘running start’, Sonic.” He threw Amy into the portal.

“No!” Sonic’s eyes opened wide, seeing her unconscious form fly through the air in the electrical current that locked her in Neo Metal Sonic’s grasp, and disappear through the portal.

He skidded to turn, scrambling on the ground before holding a hand out to her, useless while on the ground.

Neo Metal Sonic laughed one last good chuckle, before turning in the air, his jets making him bounce somewhat in the atmosphere, and pulled himself into a half-curl before launching himself like a rocket through the portal.

“Enter… if you so dare to save your precious friend again…”

“Let’s have you eat those words, Metal Me!”

Sonic spun into a spin-dash, revving up before shooting off into the portal… but the portal didn’t close…

Instead,... Amy Rose, held by Classic Metal Sonic, suddenly had snuck out through the portal, landing on the reflective surface of the floating metal race-track.

Classic Metal Sonic looked around, rising from his metallic knees and looked to his captive, a modern Amy Rose.

She was unconscious still, but no longer trapped in electricity. Sonic had been fooled.

Glaring down at his prisoner, it was clear this was Neo Metal Sonic’s plan all along… He would fight Classic Sonic, in a dimension deemed ‘weaker’ by Neo Metal Sonic. Once destroyed, the two would team up to defeat Modern Sonic, and thus, become the only remaining ‘Sonics’ in the universe… and take over the living, organic world…

Classic Metal Sonic flew gently away from the portal… ready to hide and ambush when Sonic returned to this time and dimension…

After a fight with Neo Metal Sonic, Classic Sonic had won, only to discover the ‘friend’ that his ‘Other Him’ had mentioned wasn’t there.

Finding that strange, he used the device on Neo Metal Sonic to enter Modern Sonic’s universe, and fought the surprised Classic Metal Sonic, freeing Amy Rose.

However…

Sonic, upon stumbling through the dimension, got… sidetracked…

Instead of finding Neo Metal Sonic to free Modern Amy Rose, he ended up finding a tied Rosy the Rascal on a track, similar to the one reconstructed back in his dimensional time.

Freeing her, she didn’t identify him immediately as ‘Sonic’, and hid from him, worried he was a mechanical look-a-like that would abduct her again!

Seeing Neo Metal Sonic handiwork with how things ‘should’ be, Sonic concludes that this is all his doing…

“Hmm… Changing the timelines in other dimensions… maybe, he was trying to help out his ‘Little Him’, too?” Sonic looked up towards the side of the side, scratching his chin, “Heh-heh! Not that that bucket of bolts would have a heart to do so!” He fanned his hand about the side of his cheek, to disregard Neo Metal Sonic as being ‘brotherly’ in that sense.

He then got down and lightly crawled on all fours over to a terrified Rosy, who bent her knees and held her hands over her head, shivering in fright…

“Hey… It’s okay. Look over here~” Sonic tried to squat and wave his hands by his face, looking ‘silly and charming’ as best he could, but she wouldn’t budge, just continued to cower.

“Hmm… Have I lost it?” Sonic began to act, looking himself over, and making her peek behind her and sniffle in her fearful tears. “Hmm? Maybe I stink?” He wiggled his long black nose under his armpit, “WHOO!! That might be it!”

She chuckled slightly, but then sniffled again. Clearly, he’d have to put on a ‘real’ performance to get her out of her shell…

Or in this case, spiked back turned towards him.

“Must be my shoes.” He sat down and happily held one of his feet, “Hmm… No, squeaky clean and bright!” He used his elbow to shine it, “Just get a little elbow grease in there…”

She giggled again, and he smiled sweetly.

“Oh? Does the young lady like this color of red?” He held up his foot, before jumping up to walk on his hands, doing a one hand-stand and then backflipping away from her, “Tah-dah!”

She got up and clapped, squealing in delight.

Her little tail profusely wagged and she wiggled her bum a few times, putting her gloved hands up by her mouth in a demure but excitable fashion.

“Heh,” He blushed slightly and put a finger under his nose, rubbing it. “Works every time, eh?” He winked to her, mostly commenting to himself.

“What got you in this mess anyway, little miss lady?” He teased, as she bounded up to him and began to mime her abduction.

He looked as though feigning ignorance to her situation, acting serious as he put a foot out and a hand to his chin, the other holding that hand up as though paying great attention to her story, and looking puzzled.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh… and then what happened?” He smiled as she spun around, eager to share her alarming life experience with him, and then immediately changed his expression back to ‘serious’ again.

He rose the tip of his shoe, narrowed his eyes, pouted his lips… “Hmmm… Seems a bit of a switcheroo happened here, Miss Damsel.” He put a hand to his hip, “I think you were supposed to be saved by a charming hero… W-Well, not that you weren’t. Umm…” He tapped his nose… Thinking…

‘Looks like she hasn’t met Little Me, yet…’ He slowly looked down to peer at Classic Amy Rose, just a Rosy-cheeked Rascal who kept following her blue-blur hero about, and got caught up in one of his adventures again.

But still, the little, harmless stalker didn’t seem to mention anything more than having followed her lifelong hero to this location, and that made him worried…

‘Is… Neo Metal Sonic trying to sandbox this universe? Figure out what alterations could affect his success at beating me through these ‘change’ circumstances?’ He figured that might be ‘deep-diving’ a bit to far into surmising, so he shook it off.

‘Could be a sad happenstance. We’ll fix it right up, won’t we?’ He smiled non-verbally to Rosy.

“Little Miss, I think I need to find a big scary robot.. .with a thing on his arm?” He pointed to it, “Kinda ghostly~ Oh! But don’t be afraid.” He mimed the ‘creepy ghoul’ pose, but then waved his hands out in front of himself to sow no fear in her. “I’ll protect you.” He put a confident thumb to his chest, “So? What do you say?” He bent down again, hands on his knees, “Ready for one more high-speed, thrilling adventure?”

She looked a little hesitant… her finger in her mouth, looking down as though unsure…

‘Hmm, this Amy lacks confidence.’ He concluded, but smiled brightly once more. “Don’t worry. If you have time to worry, run, right?” He quoted, closing his eyes to try and give her some courage.

She looked back to him, her eyes sparkling at the motivation, and nodded, making her two–once shy fists–now looking ready to try!

“That’s the spirit!” He cheered, as she suddenly raced up his body.

“W-Woah, hey now!” He looked around himself to see she had climbed up to his head, and pointed forward.

“Uhh… Hmm, not really how a lady should be carried, but… Eh.” He shrugged, not really gonna tell her what to do.

“Hang on tight then, Little Miss Lady!” He pulled himself back before launching forward. Together, they broke through typical line-ups of Eggman robots he recognized from his past, as well as figured out as he could duck his head forward and launch Classic Amy Rose with her hammer at enemies, and it actually started giving her some bravery.

He spun and she would jump up in the air, letting him spin dash before landing back on his head when he boomeranged back and knelt to catch her below with his noggin’.

Finally finding Neo Metal Sonic, who had scrapped together other Classic Robotnik Badniks, the new frankensteined, colossal giant threaten to destroy this dimension so no ‘Sonic’ could ever be created in any dimension ever again!

Alarmed by that declaration, it sounded like a desperate attempt to not lose…

Rosy held up her hammer, suddenly filled to the brim with confidence, thanks to Sonic’s encouragements in having her help him in combat.

“You sure you’re up for this, Little Miss?” He looked up with his eyes to her situated happily on his head, basically hanging on to his middle quill for support, and having her feet upon his two lower quills in the back.

She nodded to him, eager to please and help out!

‘Aw, this Amy Rose is gonna be a firecracker!’ He smirked, happy to see her coming out of her shell and reminiscent of why he was even here.

“Metal Me!” He called up, bending back to attack and holding his hands in fists, one behind him and the other in front, lowering his stature as Rosy matched the ‘angry justice’ vibe and lowered her head too, her hammer raised behind her, gripping his ear for support. “Where is my friend?”

He didn’t want to tip this little Classic Amy Rose to her other, nor his real purpose for being here.

He didn’t want to ‘affect Little Him’s timeline all too greatly, afterall…

He did kinda just steal his ‘thunder’, you know?

It would be a new low to steal Little Rosy’s heart, too!

“Muhahaha..!” Neo Metal Sonic’s laugh bellowed in the depths of the new creation he had conjured up by fusing with so many robots, who all looked like they wanted to attack Sonic just as much as him. “Come! Find out what I’ve done to her!”

With that, the epic tag-team of the Lovely Little Lady Rosy and the Blurry Bluestreak Badnik Bouncer fought a legendary battle in hopes to prevent a threat that would alter their realities!

Once defeated, Neo Metal Sonic and his torn contraptions, hit off by the combined forces of Classic Amy and Modern Sonic, fell far below the race-track stage and crashed in a fury of fireworks, explosions, and epic failure ‘NOOOOOOoooo…!!!’ cries!

The other robots, scrapped and scattered about, fizzed and sparked from being bashed into.

Breathing hard, Sonic nodded, seeing he was really defeated. “We got him… Great work, Little Lady.” He held up a hand to his head, and she high fived it, laying across his head before drooping over his forehead and almost falling down. “Ah..! Gotcha.” He looked fondly to her, “Proud of you,... Amy.”

In her exhaustion, having his hand now on her back to keep her up on his head, feeling the little pats of approval and ‘good job’ to her, she smiled with a goofy grin during her heavy, worn out breaths.

Racing down to find Neo Metal Sonic’s device, Sonic looked to Rosy. “Here goes.” He shrugged back to her, as she worriedly stepped forward, before back as he placed the device on his shoulder, and flinched while writhing in pain as it latched onto his arm like it did Neo Metal Sonic, making a cyborg-ghostly exoskeleton off the side of his arm, like a Time-Eater’s wing.

Sonic flexed out his hand, realizing he had total control over the scary-looking, dark wispy device.

He smiled over to Rosy, “H-hey, it’s okay now. I think I know where to find my friend.”

He had already talked to Classic Sonic beforehand about ‘finding his friend’, but snapping his fingers, the portal opened and both him and Classic Amy walked up to peer their cute heads together out of it.

Only their eyes and muzzles with their long noses got through, making for a cute picturesque of them blinking adorably out of the portal to look around.

Sonic and her gasped at seeing Classic Sonic trying to struggle away from a Modern Amy Rose, who as affectionately holding him like a puppy in her arms, dangling his small self as she embraced him like a child with a teddybear, adoring him.

“Ah-ha… I owe him big time…” Sonic scratched the back of his head, and then, stepped through the portal.

However, he gasped again when Rosy jumped through the portal, and began to run around exploring.

“Uhh…” He looked out after her, ‘Isn’t she curious about Little Me..?’ He decided to address that later and walk over to Amy, his ‘dark one-wing angel’ look making her freak out as she dropped Classic Sonic and he raced away from her, brushing himself off by frustratedly smushing the sides of his face and flicking his hands hard off his face.

He continued to ‘self-clean’ from the ‘overbearing girlie germs’ while Sonic made sure his dimension’s Amy Rose was okay…

“Never better..! Thanks to you…” She looked to Modern Sonic… then slowly twisted her torso to look under her arm and below her at the angrily little blue hedgehog behind her.

“Hehe.” She chimed, blinking a single ‘thank you’ with a bright open-smile towards him, then looked back at Modern Sonic. “What’s with the emo wing?”

At her gesture, he held out his arm, “Ehh… kinda cool, right? But not my thing.” He teased, and then turned behind him to hear–

“Finally! I’m not the only smallfry of the squad again!”

“Tails!” Sonic greeted, waving to him, “Over here!”

Tails chuckled as he patted Little Rosy’s head, before hurrying over with a fast walk that turned into spinning tails for flight, then landed to look over his wing. “A device like this… hmm… I’d like to study it further… if I may.” He nodded as he looked it over, his hands gently hovering above Sonic’s arm before Sonic nodded his permission.

“After I send this lot home first, Tails. Then, you can be my guest.” He advised, looking to see Knuckles trying to grab Little Rosy, who–much like she did to Sonic–started climbing all over his body to get to his head.

“Hey-o, gotcha-Ah! You little, squirmy-WOAH!” He circled a few times, patted areas of his body that she miraculously had already crawled away from before being caught, and got him to fall down as she landed on his stomach, laughing at his ditzy, swirling eyes from having fallen backwards.

Sonic chuckled, “Alright, it’s time I kept my promise to ya.”

“Promise?” Modern Amy Rose looked at him curiously, as he just grinned to her, holding up a hand as though to say, ‘Let me handle this, sorry, it’ll only take a moment.’

Walking over to Classic Amy, he bent to a knee and used his hand to gesture for her to come closer.

She jumped up on Knuckles’s chest, making him flop forward before she dismounted and raced over to him, then saw him hold up his hand to ‘whisper’ something and extended out her ear.

She looked a little sad, then shook her head, pointing to Sonic, then putting her hands together with hearts all around her.

‘Oh Boy…’ He gave a goofy kinda awkward grin, sweat dropping. “Check your cards again, Little Miss Lady.”

He pointed to her tarot deck, which made her look at him as though confused how he knew she had that.

She pulled them out and offered him to pick cards, when he did so, she reshuffled them and had him pick again.

He laughed, “It’s the same fortune every time… Trust me.” He winked to her, then looked over to his tiny blue Other Self.

Looking gently back to her, he nodded, “He needs you.”

Amy Rose gently inhaled a small and shocked breath of air, holding her hand to her heart as though touched by that statement. “Emm~” She grinned with a blush, finding that really sweet.

Rosy stuck out her lower lip, but then looked over to her ‘former’ hero and sighed.

She nodded to Sonic, then summoned her hammer and tapped it on her shoulder, showing she was A LOT stronger than before!

“Heh,” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, smirking to her newfound, snarky confidence. “You think he’ll be the one needing saving next? Well, you better prove you’re strong enough now to take care of it.” He fist-pumped her with an added high-five, and she was off with arms extended out to embrace her old hero love.

Classic Sonic pouted, not sure what was being spoken about, but pulled her gently away, only to be surprised by her strength as she scooped him up over her shoulder, laughing at him struggling.

Sonic sweatdropped, “Easy there, Amy…”

She realized that he called her by name, surprised to hear that, but also saw Modern Amy Rose bend down to tilt her head to Sonic.

“What? Like I can’t handle it?” She laughed cutely, and Classic Amy Rose connected the dots, looking between her and Modern Sonic…

Smiling with lots of rapid blinks at her discovery, she knew her other dimensional future would be just fine!

Exactly… as she would have wanted the cards to predict it, as much.

She was suddenly swept back as Classic Sonic had ‘swimmer’s kicked’ his way to the ground, spun her up into the air, then caught her bridal style.

Finding that highly romantic, she unsummoned her hammer and went right back to being shy, her fists bundled up by her blushing face, and smushing herself deeper into his arms with a nuzzling head towards his chest.

He looked visibly shaken by her actions, but that just made Modern Amy giggle all the more, while Modern Sonic got up from his knelt position and scratched the back of his head, also not sure how to respond to this PDA, especially seeing it as a ‘different POV’ since he was basically looking at a younger version of themselves.

“Yep, still got it.” He winked to his Other self, who winked back, as though knowing entirely what he was doing.

Sonic held up his fingers… and flicked them into a snap.

The Portal shrank somewhat, but with a final wave from Classic Amy Rose, and a goodbye nod from Classic Sonic, the two jumped through the time dimensional portal, and Sonic closed it.

Now that they were all back together, Amy Rose looked to her blue hero. “What did you whisper to her?” She inquired.

Sonic blinked in surprise at her inquiry, before smirking back to her with a raised eyebrow, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He then turned his head, acting very much like ‘she would’ do if he made a mistake to her…

“Wha!?” Being on the other side was NOT what Amy was used to. “S-So-Sonic!? Wait, what did I do!?” She fumbled as she chased after him, but he just continued to act ‘coy’ like he wasn’t going to tell her…

Looks like two could play the ‘rascal’ game, huh?

A 'Turn-of-the-Tables' if you will ;)b

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Fanfiction Entry #806 (x)

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Prompt Amy is thinking about her friend Gamma. She really misses him and wishes he was around. All her friends try to make her feel better and their antics are enough to cheer her up.

(This is a preview image, it does not belong to me! Support the official artist! (x))

Preview Video for prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbtulMhVdq8 and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEOn7Y6wE5c for reference of English lines, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFjgepflorc for reference of Japanese lines combined with English dub. It was wonderful to go back, I had no idea how much depth was within Gamma’s story, and I’m so glad I got to go back to my roots of character research and discover so much of a profound ‘secret’ almost about him! <3 I combined both the game, animes, and their separate translations to try and piece together a complete story for him. Enjoy~ As I did while writing his beautiful ‘hero’s sacrifice’ story out! What a happy ending he truly had! Though, bittersweet still :)b

Prompts are Shut Down, I don’t know when I’ll ever open them again, it was just way too much. Sorry, Fam :(

Prompt:

‘Excavation duty, again?’

‘Not only was Knuckles all about saving the relics of his people, which, I totally understand that! It’s just…’

Amy cautiously picked up what looked like a disgustingly soggy robotic eye-socket that was in the depths of the jungle, and sticking her tongue out while shaking her head, also shook her hand to dispose of its remnants into a black garbage bag. ‘Why did I have to be assigned garbage duty..? What am I? The cleaning lady?’

She sighed and continued in her labors, growing weary as the sun beat down with no gentle cloud to shelter her at all.

She continued to use her hammer to jab through the debris of vines and mossy flora, hitting and moving it away without trying to cause too much of a disturbance. She had one foot through the figurative ‘wall’ of entangling vines that made her swing her Piko Piko Hammer around aimlessly, letting out small disgruntled sounds of effort and discomfort before falling chin-fist to the fertile green ground.

She looked so annoyed, gruffing out a puff of frustrated air in a growl as she looked up and saw a choir of frogs croaking in amusement at her fumble.

Grumbling with a look of exasperation on her face, she slowly got one gloved hand under her vibrant red and white-striped hula-hooped dress and continued onward.

Stumbling once more over something, this time metallic in nature, and ringing out a painfully high-pitched tone–She caught herself from falling and stared into the void of vast, endless jungle.

A typical girlie-girl may be done by now… but Amy Rose wasn’t one to easily give up.

‘After all our many adventures… I’m not gonna let this slow me down.’ She kicked whatever was behind her, hearing the tone again, as the frogs on the swerving tree branches above hunched down in precaution at its strange ‘cry’.

Their big ol’ eyes blinked in intervals, and one dared to croak his nerves.

She got up, dusting herself off again, then gave up on tidying herself up when she knew she’d be stumbling about–picking up Eggman scraps from his abandoned robots anyway along the way–and turned to gasp at what she discovered.

It… looked like the haul of a large ship! Just one section of it, torn so fully it appeared to be peeled like a banana!

“What on..? Oh!” She put a hand up by her mouth as she looked to see Eggman’s insignia… “The Eggcarrier!? Is this where it’s been rotting the whole time!?” She took trepid steps around the flattened metal she had tripped over, before seeing the large gaping ‘cave-mouth’ of its haul… darkened but covered with vines to shield the light.

Squinting, she moved the vines out of the way and cried out in alarm as she stepped back while many monkeys and other Flickys of differing species all hopped, leaped, or flew out of the space. “Ahhh!!!” Her eyes went small as she covered her head and ducked.

After the chaotic common finally quieted down, she peeked up and looked around. “Phew…” She put her hands to her chest, smiling somewhat. ‘Looks like it’s been deserted for ages… I don’t think any robots are still actively patrolling it.’ She concluded, and headed on into its hollow basin…

She called it that, because she could hear running water, and stepping further within, she looked down to see splashing water from her footfalls. “... Did it crash to create an unnatural waterfall?” She looked to the side, remembering seeing a large water pocket traveling down in a couple of diverging streams from the cliffs and mountains up ahead…

‘When it crashed here, it must have disrupted the local ecosystem… then seemingly became apart of the landscape over time.’ She concluded, seeing how there were birds nests and grass sprouting through the crevices below her… maybe even natural ways to clean the water by the looks of how clear and reflective the water appeared to be.

‘The cycle of life… Eggman’s destruction… to nature’s remedies…’ She looked in awe, seeing how the whole of the ship was transformed by nature taking over, ruling in its rightful place among the gorgeous jungle peaks and flat lands.

‘Swampy… muddy… but at least it’s my home.’ She gave a small smile to the side of her, ‘I’m proud of you… Mother Nature.’

She continued to compliment its small takeover of Eggman’s ugly mug with vines hanging like tapestry before her foot naturally hit something on the ground below her.

“Hmm?” A black rock?

She narrowed her eyes… “Hmmmmmmmm….” She flexed out her black garbage bag’s opening. “Em-hmm..!” She figured she knew what this was. Scrap to heap away and clear from the area. Tails was looking for any information he could gather for his research into how Dr. Eggman’s scientific genius has evolved over the years, plus with the restoration aspects, it was also Tails’s humble way of contributing to predicting Eggman’s next technological threats.

‘Smart, but can anyone really study Eggman’s erratic behavior and perceive into the mind of the insane?’ She casually quipped, smirking at her own insult humor towards him, but as she brushed the dirt and grim away…

She gasped again,... She had seen this robot before.

‘What was he called..? Beta..?’ Her eyes flashed with recognition.

She dropped the garbage bag and hurried to the other ‘large boulder rock’ beside it.

Tearing through the rubble of pebble, the drapes of leafs, and ripping off and through the strangling roots of nearby shrubbery… she found him.

“Oh, Gamma…” Her eyes welled up, she was so new to learning robots could feel back then… or at least, understand and compute emotions… Their AI beginning to advance beyond Metal Sonic or even Orbot and Cubot… predating those two, of course, but still…

She had her hands drop the thriving green vines from her hands, falling to her knees.

In the roar of the waterfall, the chaotic cries of the living jungle life, and that shallow wind that moved through the hollow mouth of this wrecked, mobile spaceship…

She grieved once again.

Her nose sniffled, and she used her hand and arm to try and clear it from the swelling of emotions…

She reached down and began to try and drag the empty vessel that once held a truly noble, brave, and heroic heart… but it got snagged on something.

‘Hmm? What could that be?’ She thought it another vine, gently lowering the fallen soldier and moving away further obstruction of leaves and dirt to see… his hand was still holding his brother’s.

“Ohhh…” She covered her mouth, “I can’t leave you all… can I?” She looked to Gamma, “They’re as much a part of you as Lily Bird’s family was apart of each other…” She gently looked at the rusted metal… seeing absolutely no life.

Puffing up her cheeks, looking in her defiant and signature look, she mimed rolling up her nonexistent sleeves and heaved and ho’d!

She found all four of them, as well as some other useful bits she put in the garbage bag, and made her way back to Tails’s workshop.

Understandably, she was exhausted, and Tails was equally shocked.

She explained herself, huffing and puffing in her efforts to preserve their legacy, she asked if Tails could look at a memory chip she had found in Gamma.

“It’s pretty badly burned… do you think it’s… melted all his memories away?” She put her hands together, as though to pray there was still something remaining of him… a memento even, of his brave deeds.

“Hmm…” Tails didn’t have a connection to Gamma like she did, but one couldn’t possibly fathom her dismay when he put his thumbs against the opening of the gaps, and cracked it open like a disc.

“AHHH!!” She shrieked, “Tails, why!?!?!”

“Calm down, calm down..! Look! Hehe~” He leaned back, worried she would retaliate, but sweatdropped sweetly at her care for the old robot. He smiled sheepishly, hoping she would let him explain.

Inside, he turned the opened case to reveal a circuit board, shining and golden… it had remained untouched… unsoiled by the long years of wasting away in the jungle… perfectly preserved within it’s metallic, rusted case.

“No damage. I can boot this right up to my computer and you can access the memory files!” He cheerfully comforted her, as her eyes shook with twinkling delight at the prospect of seeing his story through his own eyes.

“Oh, Tails… Don’t scare me like that.” She smiled warmly, walking into his garage with her hand over her heart, trying to slow it from its panic, and sat in the swivel chair.

“I’ve got all your useful pieces to look through from your excavation site. So you can sit back and relax for now. I promise, I won’t scrap Gamma’s brothers.”

She nodded, “Thank you, Tails… I know this sounds kinda selfish…” She worriedly raised her shoulders, a bit bashful.

“Not at all!” Tails readily replied to comfort any of her fears. “He must have meant something to you. I vaguely remember you stopping Sonic from destroying him… So… Yeah! He’ll be all yours, okay?” Tails held up a finger to his mouth, then waved her off after traveling briefly down memory lane.

Now it was her turn… to take a longer, scenic route through it…

She clicked to open the file through the mouse, and selected the first folder.

From what she had gathered, Gamma saw how hard his teammates had tried complete their tasks, only proving that every effort was ‘useless’ if it wasn’t done ‘correctly’.

Having no concept of fear, he continued on, before seeing what became of those who were considered ‘useless’ to Dr. Eggman…

Why did he have to go through that wrong door? And why was it so hard to hear this Pink Hedgehog’s words?

Once he took what Eggman wanted of the Flicky, her and the Bird would be… disposed of.

Was there truly programming outside of direct orders from ‘Master’?

Amy watched as he continued to question his existence, on if things really needed to be done for ‘survival’ or simply because ‘useless things’ had a right to exist too?

Upon deleting his programming, and rounding up his tossed friends, he never had any concept of what fueled him onwards other than the right to live… freely.

All things as they should be… all those Frogs were beautiful and cool, like his friends had mentioned… Friends… Sonic stopped his programming, which was to destroy robots, and listened to the pleading of the Pink Hedgehog… his friend.

Gamma then realized, during the last fight with his ‘brother’ in arms, that even he couldn’t survive… if what he now believed was true, then all creatures needed a ‘guardian’, like Chaos, to protect their existence no matter how ‘useless’ they appeared to be.

Because all things had a purpose, simply to live without ‘Master’s.

Beta had been transformed into what Eggman saw as ‘more likely to be useful’, which Gamma found disturbing. It was equally as brutal as fashioning him into another ‘being’, and he was uncertain if he could save his ‘friend’ any longer.

When he beheld that tiny Bird pleading with its eyes, something fluttered within him… he figured an awakening to humanity, but it was so much more than that.

He could feel that same fluttering within his metallic core for Beta, which wasn’t fully felt with the other E-Series… He had… some connection to this machine. To this… friend.

He had to fight him, but he didn’t want to destroy him.

All his attempts for Beta to change his programming, like he had, were in vain.

When Amy stepped in, during when he felt this first direct connection with the Birdie she titled: “Lily”, she had stated that the creature wanted the best for him.

‘Best’..?

Was this that feeling? He wanted the ‘best’ for Beta? What would that be?

If he destroyed Beta, would that be the ‘Best’ he was looking for?

If he kept Beta operational, but still defeated him, Eggman would likely tear him apart again, or discard him like the others…

That, he knew, was not the ‘Best’ he wanted for him.

When he battled other Eggman robots, he noticed that Flickies would emerge and pop or fly out of them… He had computed that the Flicky inside him, must have some connection to both “Lily” and Beta.

He computed, during that awful fight, that he–as well–must be destroyed.

Thus, can all their ‘Friend’s truly survive.

Amy watched as his resolve was absolute, and he was prepared to sacrifice his own robotic existence to save the “Lily Friends”.

Amy began to have tears well-up, seeing how hard he fought Beta, and how determined he was to protect and save his friends…

A true heroic act of bravery, a ‘friend’ indeed…

She wiped her eyes, believing she would have done the same if the truth had been presented to her in that fashion.

She had no idea… how much she had influenced him, to rebel against his programming like that… to see and reflect on the true meaning of ‘life’.

His experience with the spirit of Tikal led him to wanting to free the defenseless animals, and fight for those weaker than he.

Amy had called him a ‘Bully’, and he designated that title to Eggman, which she again cried over and had to collect herself to watch more files.

The memories of the Flicky within him stirred… Things his supercomputer couldn’t compute.

He had tried to survive… to work towards a good goal… But he found something greater in sacrifice, allowing another imprisoned life to continue on.

She only looked up when she heard the scratchy vocal recording of her voice,... she was so young back then.

“Stop it!” the tape played with greyish, frizzing lines upon the computer, showing the memories were somewhat decaying from time… “You both are..!”

‘I KNOW, PINK HEDGEHOG.’ Gamma had said in his mind, ‘WE ARE… FRIENDS.’

“You’ve done so much for Lily and me… You were able to save them, thank you!” 

He willingly held his ‘brother’s hand… as the world came down, and their bodies exploded to open up a way for the Flickies to return to their ‘Family’, a concept he knew nothing of.

Except… by the memories… of his now freed Bird.

Amy shook to her core, realizing that after the explosion, even after the Flickies had left, he still was functioning enough to hear her last remarks…

She covered her mouth.

“We’ll be friends from now on! Oh, Mr. Robot… I’ll never forget you.”

How long..? How long had he been ‘functioning’ to hear her..?

Waiting in that jungle of rubbish… just… waiting for someone to find him? His friends?

“Now you and your brother can live together again!” Her voice on the machine recording was too much… She got up, putting her hands on the console of the computer’s keys, and realizing she had accidentally ‘abandoned’ the robot, not realizing he was still desperately hanging on to what little power he had left… what little ‘life’ he still retained…

The sad but poetic tale sent her into a spiral, before a chirp came at the top of the garage.

She looked up, her eyes widening.

A single pink bird..?

It seemed to almost smile in empathy towards her… how long had it been perched there..?

Later, Tails had tried to comfort her, but she begged and pleaded for him to try and give the robots a second chance. “Maybe… they could be assistants?”

“Robots? Working for me?” Tails kinda chuckled at that thought, “What am I? The ‘Good’ Doctor?”

As Amy leaves for her own home, Tails sees the same Pink Bird fly over to land on Gamma’s remains, smiling to him as well, flapping his wings as though showing some familiarity to it.

Tails’s eyes squint, but he puts a hand up to his chin and smiles, deciding on something…

Later, Sonic surprised Amy by saying they were going somewhere. Thinking it a date, she got dressed up only to be rushed to Tails’s place, which made her a bit disappointed before seeing him open the garage, going–”Ta-dah!!!”

Overjoyed, Amy scrambled out of Sonic’s arms, and raced up to the E-Series Robots.

Flickies were gathered all around them, as though they were their new guardians, as Gamma held his gun to in his arm, pointed to the side and away from her, and looked down.

“GREETINGS, TINY PINK HEDGEHOG… AMY ROSE.” He… He knew her name, now…

The Pink Flicky chirped in a beautiful cascade of notes, flying up in a spiral with fluttering wings as though to say, ‘Surprise!’ as well.

Amy leaped up to Gamma, as Sonic rubbed under his nose…

Thanks to Amy, he knew not all robots were meant to be seen just by their surface levels… Though, it didn’t mean he’d stop smashing them to get to their ‘Flicky Hearts’ inside..!

But… Seeing how she embraced Gamma’s resurrection, and how she shook each of his friends hands… He smiled.

He put his hands on his hips, as a Lily Bird landed on his shoulder, chirping and fluttering her wings before nudging his face with her beak, as though nuzzling him.

He winked towards her, “It’s nice… to not have to say goodbye, isn’t it?”

He looked out at the happy picture again, seeing Lily Bird fly back to the Pink bird and their friend to make a trio of Flickies, flying to cover Amy with greetings as well.

“... A hero deserves… a just dues ending.” He relaxed on one leg, letting his other arm dangle down… Giving Gamma his happy ‘hero’s ending…

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Fanfiction Entry #805 (x)

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Boom Sonamy, Lyric comes back trying to achieve immortality. He needs an exhange of life for a life so a live sacrifice but can't read the rest of the inscription. So he kidnaps Amy again to read the rest of the message otherwise he'll destroy the village and plans to sacrifice her. The gang come to save her and stop Lyric. You can add more to make it more dramatic if you want with a better ending than I can think of ^_^'

I do tend to always just add more, don’t I? XD I’m sorry for those who I’ve taken your idea and ran with my own thoughts on it, but I hope it’s been satisfactory nonetheless! Working a lot lately, so when I do have time to do the Tumblr Prompt Series (also posted on all my writing sites for viewing pleasure!) I usually do something fun but small. I’ll give it my best, Precious Anon!

Also, Lyric is a very… how do I put this… There’s not a whole hecka lot of information on him. I did some research to look back over the games he was in, and even then, it was pretty generic and bland, sorry Lyric fans!

However, sometimes, that’s actually good news. You know why? Shocking, I know! But it means the character is wide open for interpretation and expanding upon them. I won’t be doing that for this fic, necessarily, but I think characters with great potential are usually those that have little information but just enough to peak interest. It’s one of the reasons I felt Amy Rose was a character I could put more lore and backstory on, because although I did study her character, there wasn’t a whole lot on her. It made her a canvas that felt ‘half-full’, able to be influenced and expanded upon.

However, in recent times, Amy Rose and many other characters like her in different franchises (Not necessarily in personality or role, but just the same level of character-depth and lore, I guess?) have really been given love and more games are coming out with better writing quality than ever before! I’m so glad that so many ‘side characters’ are treated as main cast mates, and not just thrown into trope roles anymore.

That being said, you can’t escape the occasional ‘One-time’ appearances like Lyric being a ‘Pops up in maybe Two Games and never again’ villain. But it does leave room for us Fanfiction writers to make some interesting depth to further their small legacy! <3

That being said–TUMBLR PROMPT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, SHUT DOWN ON INBOX, lolol you were waiting for that, weren’t ya? >:3c

Hugs and blowing kisses, everyone. I’m definitely taking more time to heal from burnout and also work on Fanfiction Edits (Which are coming along nicely, I’m now back to Instincts, for those who are a fan of that one.), Original Stories (Sorry, probably won’t post them tho :( But books are important! lol), and of course, Tumblr Prompt Series so yall know I’m not dead xD

The tumblr inbox for prompt requests will remain down probably for a few more years. I know that upsets a lot of you, but if they ever do open again, I will be blocking ‘Anon’ because I think some people are posting more than the actual limit of how many they can submit. Due to this, I’m overwhelmed with hundreds (not joking, by the way.) of requests that I really don’t want to do? So we’ll be taking time to go back to stories I’ve wanted to write and solo-writing for my fanfictions/other works. I’ve gotta set up stronger boundaries! Haha XD

That being said, please enjoy this Sonic Boom (Feels ancient now) Prompt!

Prompt:

“Ultimate power… Although sounding like sweet nectar to one’s ambitious desires, tends to lead to a faulty conclusion…” A snaky whiplash from his claw-tail sent a impulse reflex through Amy’s spine, causing her to flinch and her ears to withdraw back again.

She was so mad, tied up to a pillar inside an ancient tomb, having been ambushed while excavating what looked like a madman’s attempt at immortal life.

Roughly translated, a doctor related to Eggman, known as Ivo Robotnik had first discovered this tomb and kept it a secret. He researched and found a successful way to immortalize someone… but he failed to interpret the last section of the stone slab’s text…

A life for a life… to give Shadow The Hedgehog, his ultimate creation, immortality–to live and breathe forever in the purpose of curing the world of its vital mistakes and sins–he accidentally let his granddaughter, Maria Robotnik, die in the process…

As she read the inscription, Ivo’s account tells that her life was being drained from her… and eventually, was converted in some miraculous way into what was necessary to mechanically engineer this ancient tomb’s purpose: Infinitely Sustained Life.

Shadow, overwhelmed by the loss of his friend, turned on Ivo Robotnik, and sealed the tomb to never let the tragedy that had befallen here happen again… until now.

‘Opps.’ Amy thought to herself, annoyed by Lyric carrying on with his wicked monologue about being the last of the ancients, having envied and coveted this technology, but had lost before he could even begin to understand it. ‘I’ve been following the late Ivo Robotnik’s work in hopes of finding the ancient world… I didn’t think I’d stumble upon this buttless snake again…’ She sighed quietly, blinking her eyes as though counting subconsciously the seconds before she was to be daringly rescued by her friends.

Again…

‘Why was it always me?’ She grumbled in her thoughts before the second whipping crack of his tail colliding with the ground near her snapped her out of her thoughts again.

“You remain awfully quiet… that’s offssssseting.” He hissed to her side, which made her lean as far right as she could muster, trying to get away from his anciently stanky breath.

“Upsetting,” She appeared to be clarifying, “That I have to have my peaceful afternoon so rudely interrupted by the echoes of a delusional reptilian, but I mean, at least I’m complaining internally.” She smirked up to him, showing she wasn’t trying to help him, she was just making a snarky comeback.

He shook his head, his lips swerving in their rage as he lifted himself up, completely over her cocky and irritating behavior.

“You will read the slab for me!” He smashed down his robotic arm by her, and she had to turn her head away from the dust and flying debris of shattered rock taking off from the impact.

“Like I’d die for you!” She badmouthed back, “Sonic and my friends will be here any minute. Seems you’ve become very fond of our combined butt-whooping, Lyric! I can’t fathom any other reason you’d keep wishing it upon you, unless it truly makes you feel like you even have a butt to whoop.”

“Silence!” He roared up, having the whole of the tomb shake from his vibrating, strong sound before Amy just scoffed.

“Finally, we see snake-eye to hedgehog-eye now.” She leaned back on the pillar she was tied to, taking a nice breath out. “Ah~ Now, to await the inevitable victory-WUOO!” She was yoinked practically up, snapping her restraints around her wasit but her arms still behind her back.

Lyric had taken hold of her head, as she kicked the air and tried to hit him while he held her uncomfortably high.

She could probably be alright, but she couldn’t use her Enerbeam… Nor her Piko-Piko Hammer while her arms were still tied-up, although her legs free.

She could feel the squeezing of his robotic claws digging into her cranium, and for the first time that day, she actually showed the tire and wear of having struggled against him for so long.

Not only did she dig her way carefully as she could in here, trying to preserve the ancient relics to study them later, but she had to fight Lyric, and now…

“If you will not comply…” He pulled her face towards his own, using his tail to grab her legs and keep them tightly clamped together, making sure her struggle just became ten-times harder…

Her eyes were twitching under the pressurized hold the claws had on her head… Looking up as she couldn’t help but show the strain.

“Then you’ll remember an old friend, I’m sure…” He attached a new mind-controller on her, as he let her go and she fell to all fours,... then looked up to show she was fully under his power.

“Perfect~” He chimed, laughing manically, “Now, read it to me!” He slashed his tail against the wall, turning for her to get up and walk towards the slab.

She knelt and held out her two hands to it, reading the rock…

“At last! My robotic empire! To erase the weak and insipid existence of all living organisms…” He slithered and opened his arms to the murals around the tomb. “To eternally strive for perfect power… the influence of which only the vast superiority of machines can dictate! Eggman was a fool to try and rival me… You and your friends were mere insects to my reign! Biting and taunting me, getting in my way to distract me from the ultimate purpose of my recreation!” He twisted the wrist joint of his robotic arm and held up his claw-like hand, admiring it. “Soon, even I shall become fully mechanized! With immortality, I can improve my own being once more! No longer half-complete, a mutated cyborg with still my fleshy prison! But… I shall shed this weakling flesh to become truly–the immortal mechanized god of this new world!” He struck an all-powerful and imposing pose, but an explosion of rocks and rumbling of the tomb’s unstabilized structure shook him out of his gloating aside to himself once more.

“Wh-what? OFFPH!” A red, shiny shoe smushed with great force against his face, crushing it as Sonic sped into the fight, and Shadow rushed to Amy’s side.

“Snap out of it!” He could tell by her faint breathing that she was already losing her life force, the stream of which was moving through the air into the large center dome-like structure above the tomb.

“No… not again..!” Shadow cried out, seeing as Lyric was able to actually combat Sonic, who had tried to pin him down but was flung off of him.

Lyric laughed again with the added strength of immortality slowly being converted into him by the strange process of the powerful stream of light waving through the air, coming out of the ball, to then attach to him like a leash.

“Soon, Sonic, all your friends will contribute to is merely delaying the eventual takeover of this planet..!” Lyric, slithering towards Sonic as he kept backing up, felt his body powering up. “Every muscle in you will eventually wither and die… while mine shall stay immaculate… and whether you continue to prevent me from my destined course of fate or not, sooner or later… You will die.” He lunged into Sonic’s face, who looked horrified at what he was saying. “While I’ll still yet have endless time left in me… to conquer, maim, and entirely transform this pathetic mossy rock into yet another perfect rendition of what I shall become… Immortality pristine, everlasting, and most importantly…” He rose himself up into the air, his tail whipping around underneath him. “A robotic masterpiece..!”

“Amy..!!!” Shadow gripped at her mindcontrolling device on her head, but it was wedged on tightly this time, “Darn it, woman!” He looked to the slab, she was almost done..!

He closed his eyes, realizing what he must do.

“Forgive me… Maria.” He covered Amy’s mouth so she couldn’t speak. “I will have to belay my promise to you… and save this pathetic excuse for a world… if only to bring your perfect idealisms to light… perhaps… another day.”

He lowered his head and read the last of the inscription, which took his immortality and-

The beam redirected.

“WHAT?!” Lyric landed back on the ground, looking at his robotic arms before turning to finally notice Shadow as he held Amy, giving her back her life force…

“NOOO!!!” Lyric began to move quickly towards him, but Sonic thomped him yet again to the ground.

He folded his arms, standing triumphantly over him, “Looks like your brilliant plan at eternal robotization backfired yet again, Lyric! Now, you’re just softly singing the poetic justice of what happens to those who try and metallically make their own butts to be kicked!” He kicked Lyric as he moved forward with a humorous cry of pain from it.

“Shadow?” Sonic then raced to his side, looking at Amy in his arms and having her transferred to his own.

Shadow… slowly shook his head.

Sonic, worried now, looked down at Amy. “Amy?”

She didn’t move… the light breeze from their entrance now sending the wind to move her three bangs.

“... Amy?” There was a long… hard pause…

The air was still, even Lyric pushed up off the ground, holding his push-up position, and looked to see with a swishing tail if immortality could still be his afterall.

Then… her eyes blinked…

“Miss Rose?” The little blonde human girl was bending down to speak to her, as she got up, rubbing her head.

“Wha-... H-huh?” She looked around what seemed like a white space. “Am I… dead?” She looked at the girl, gasping, “Maria Robotnik!?”

The little girl shyly giggled, gently covering her mouth, “Oh, I’m sorry for laughing, this isn’t the time nor place for that.” She then curtsied and offered her her hand, “You’re not dead. I’m giving you my life’s essence… the same essence… that was used to give Shadow his immortal life.”

“W-What?!” Amy scooted away, kicking her feet out from the girl’s hand. “That’s ludicrous! I don’t want eternal life!” She exclaimed, “I… I want to grow old with my friends, and have countless adventures… a family and eventually… make global peace and end world hunger.” She looked down, “Set up an all-women government and prove that we can organize a better democracy and-”

Maria just giggled again, “Many. Big. Dreams.” She gave each word a single note and pause, not necessarily for dramatic flavor or effect, but to show how much they meant to her.

“Many times have I wished for a better world. Bigger and bigger have my heartfelt prayers become. Dreams of an absolution… from misery and fire, to passion and compassion reigning evermore on the earth.” She gently offered her hand to Amy again.

“If you can’t accept an immortal life… then accept entirely your own life. All it’s happenings. Even the mistakes…”

Amy looked at her hand… realizing that without Maria, she would likely never be able to return to life at all…

“Is this… really the only way?” Amy held up her hand, but hesitated, looking sweetly at the girl. “I’m sure… W-We could ask Tails… We could find a way to bring you back!” She formed a fist, “We can reverse what this place has done to you!”

Maria just smiled like the angel she was. “... This is the only way…” She quietly stated, “Come, be at peace. Your friends are waiting for you.”

Amy dropped her head, her hand loosening from a determined fist to an open hand again, and looked at it. “... Dying sure does suck… doesn’t it?” She looked with teary eyes up to the kind, optimistic girl. Her heart wanted to help her, but she was sacrificing herself–yet again–for the greater good.

“Thank you… Maria.” She took her hand… as a white light engulfed them.

“No, Amy Rose. Thank you… for never giving up on the world we live in. In it’s present, so many seek to extend their lives, in fear that they will live to short or not greatly enough. The real life we should long for, is the one we’re currently on right now. With so much possibility, with so many endless adventures to take… When one begins to stop fearing the future, then can we really live and create it at last… the way-...”

“We want to.” Amy finished, as Maria’s voice faded and she opened her actual eyes.

Sonic and Shadow were over her… Shadow having lost his Immortality, but Amy not gaining it.

Instead, Amy had died and Maria used her life force to give it back to her.

Both mortal now, Amy looked from Sonic to Shadow, and held up a hand to grace his cheek, “She’s lovely.” She smiled kindly to him. “Maria was such a beautiful young girl.”

Shadow couldn’t hold it back, and cried.

He ducked his head as her hand came gently off and moved to Sonic’s chest, patting it lightly, “Boy, does that heart never cease to slow down?” She teased, as Sonic sighed in relief.

“Happy to have you back… Ames.” He gave her a fond expression, and she leaned her head into his embracing arms, resting in that soft gaze of sweetness he gave her.

“ARRGGGAHHH!!” Lyric arched his back, crying out in further outrage. “HOW!? You fools! I will return, I will bring a bigger robotic army, I’ll have you ruing the day you-!”

There’s was a large ‘KONK!’ sound as mechanical birds flew around his head while he circled a little in the air and then fell forward, revealing Tails with a large wrench held like a thrown baseball bat, Knuckles with his fists positioned as though they had just hit something as well, and Sticks with her boomerang and one hand on the ground to show she had just caught it.

“Man, to think. We’ve stumbled upon a literal ANCIENT secret governmental conspiracy! Whoo! Glad I’m only living in a time where we have to deal with our modern governmental conspiracies!” She spouted out, looking relieved for some odd reason.

“Oh, hey Bestie!” She waved enthusiastically to Amy, who lightly waved back at her, giggling as she came over.

Completely unaware…

Of what just happened here moments before.

“What were you up to?” She asked, innocently.

Shadow covered his face from the view of the others, as Sonic looked to him and then to Amy, and helped her to lean up more so she could be sitting comfortably as she twisted her torso to address the others, and mostly answer Sticks’s question.

“Changing fate.” She replied, smiling from ear to ear. “And hopefully…”

“Making all of ours a good one.”

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Hey Mayra here's a fun prompt: Eggman has a teenage daughter and while not evil super spoiled, selfish, and high maintenance. Fighting anthropomorphic animals is "lame" and her dad is soooo embarrassing. Wanting friends and to feel normal also because all teens have to rebel she decides to spend the day with Team Sonic and feel like a normal teen. They're not so bad and she has fun. Eggman is horrified and accuses them of brainwashing his princess! This leads to a family therapy on communication

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Since Sage is so new, let’s see how this goes, shall we?

Prompt:

Sage glides gracefully and with quiet glee through the Eggnet, now having complete and total control over all its systems, she enjoys the freedom of not trying to save anyone, but simply running simulations for optimal use for the fun of it now.

She digitizes out of the network she was flying through, buzzing with electric life and data bit cores before moving over to an Eggpawn worker.

“Hehe, how is your day, brother?” She asks, but the robot just slowly turns his head like an owl to her.

“... What’s wrong? Can’t you compute my communicative functions directly to your software?” She put a hand up to her chest, worriedly moving forward towards him.

His eye-sockets rapidly flash, then a few Eggpawns, also moving in a line and holding varying metallic pieces and parts–some too large for their bodies–also collide in the ‘ant-line’ and start getting hold up.

She covers her mouth, innocently unaware that she was causing traffic. “I’m… sorry.” She looks down and puts her hands on her chest, flying off disheartedly as the robots now have to figure out the traffic jam.

Flying sorrowfully low, she looks up to see Cubot and Orbot, and perks up somewhat.

“Brothers!” She cries out, teleporting digitally over to them as they freak out from her sudden appearance.

“Oh, Sage. You mustn’t scare us like that!” Orbot begins, picking up some blueprints and plans, as Cubot happily reaches up to her.

“Oh, oh! It’s our baby sister! Uppsies, uppsies!” waving his arms up to her, as she smiles and hovers over him as though to pick him up.

“No, no, Cubot. You’re the older brother in this case!” Orbot jabs him a bit with a rolled up piece of paper, then returns to stacking them in his arms, “And besides, she’s a digital manifestation of 0’s and 1’s, she doesn’t even have a real body to lift you up in the first place…” He sighs as he states that fact, but Sage pulls her arms back, looking at her hands.

“I… I could give exceptional conversation!” She hovers by them as Orbot seems determined to move along.

“Not now, Sage. We’re very busy… you know, doing actual manual work.” He gestures to Cubot holding all the blueprints and papers. “Not all of us get to spend our time being leisurely and ‘not real’...” He uses ‘air quotes’ with his fingers turning into bunnies, as Cubot excitedly states.

“Oh! Rabbit-Fingers!” He drops all the papers and mimics it.

“Noooo, Cubot..!” Orbot face-palms, “Sage, why don’t you go help organize Eggman’s coffee for this morning? Hmm? That’s just a switch and a click for someone like you. Connected to the whole of Eggman’s operations and what not.” He puts his rubber gloves together, having a small squeaking sound come from the action, before seeming to deflate at having to pick up the papers again and shove them into Cubot’s arms.

Safe looked away, “... Father’s… Coffee?” She looked up to a window… seeing the light through it and moved her hand within it.

Looking back, she noticed how Cubot and Orbot made shadows… even the paper upon the ground, being picked up…

Cubot made a rabbit in the shadows for her, and tried to cheer her up as Orbot then piled himself with all the papers. 

“Useless… I’m the only one that gets anything done around here..!” Orbot mumbled to himself…

“... Useless?” She lightly spoke to herself, and thought about Sonic. ‘... Sonic is so carefree, normally, from the data-banks I have stored of his information…’

Thinking about it, Eggman wouldn’t miss her… right?

She looked back at Orbot and Cubot, “... All the other robots don’t have the same A.I as I do… and even if they were geniuses, they don’t have the time to even hold a decent conversation with me… Ohhh…”

Missing Sonic and his friends, she quietly returns to data bits, making Eggman’s coffee…

‘... Though, Father has given me every wit of his systems surrounding his fortress, which pleases me greatly to assist him,... I can’t help but still feel-… What is this feeling..? Lonely?’

As Eggman takes the coffee, she still wonders… ‘I can do and go wherever I so please here… Why… is that not enough?’

Later, when Orbot and Cubot are also relaxing and having some oil-drinks, clinking them together after a ‘hard day’s work’ she appears and makes them almost spill their drinks.

“Brothers..! I wish to hear what data you have on Sonic The Hedgehog.” She excitedly sprang up from the cyber network, but seeing their reactions, slowly moved away. “Oh… Sorry, I do tend to just… unzip my image files quickly to respond.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Cubot held up his drink, and she happily tilted her head to him, giving him a close-eyed smile. “You’re just zippity quick as lightning, Sagey girl!”

“Oh, the nicknames? Already?” Orbot groaned a bit, but appearing behind him, she leaned over to give him another fright, “Ah!”

“I was hoping–Oh… Sorry.” She floated to the center, between and in front of the two now, “That you had… further stories of him… for learning more about the enemy,... that is.”

“Why do you want that?” Orbot argued slightly, “Didn’t Eggman share all he knew to you while trapped in Cyber Space?” He narrowed his eyelights a bit at her.

“It is true that I received much information and data about Sonic The Hedgehog from Father… I still have a deep fascination with how he was able to limitlessly exceed my simulated results with endless possibilities being unlocked through his sheer tenacity and determination… His indomitable will… the spirit to keep fighting even when all hope seems lost… That is what I wish to research next, for-... T-The Eggman Empire.” She put a hand passionately to her chest before looking away to continue her excuses.

Orbot and Cubot looked to each other, as Cubot then whispered, “Guess Sonic picks up fan girls like we pick up unpaid overtime, huh, Orbot?

Orbot sighs, “Right… Better relieve her of her fanaticism before we get another Amy Rose on our hands, eh?”

He winked to Cubot and straightened up, “Alright, Sagey-I mean, Ehem, Sage.” He seemed to be fond already of the girl, but chose not to show it.

She put her hands together, eagerly zealous to know what they did.

“We’ll give you some of our ‘own’ perspectives on this pesky hedgehog!”

“Oh, thank you, Orbot! Cubot! Thank you!” She spun a little in the air, then twirled, kicking her feet gracefully as though moving through water.

“Awww~” Seeing her expressions, Cubot looked to Orbot, putting his hands together to show that it was alright to let the girl get close to them.

After endless wild stories of Sonic, the three were interrupted as the alarm at the Eggman fortress went off.

“Pirates!” Cubot cried out, rushing about.

“No, Cubot.” Orbot shook his head.

“Vikings!” He put his cup over his head, hiding behind some laying electrical tubes.

“... No. It’s probably-” Orbot put his hands to his hips, but Sage rose up to beat him to it.

“Sonic…” Her body glitched into white and green.

“Sonic!!!” Cubot double-booked it and waved his arms about, crying out, “WAHHHAAA-!”

“Cubot, Cuuuubot..! Oh, now look what you did, you scared him!” Orbot shook his head, “The buffoon, running on such low- Cubot! I’m coming! Hang on, don’t panic! Just stay out of that blue blurry way!” He trailed after his friend, as Sage began to extend her fingers out, wiggling them as she was trying to find an electrical signal to find him.

“Got it.” Her single visible eye opened as Sonic was moving like a camera in it… then… she digitized and the space was left… empty…

Eggman, after several hours of fighting Sonic, found his fortress falling apart. Coughing while on the ground, he pressed a button, “Cubot, Orbot. Prepare our escape pods.” He coughed, “And get me Metal Sonic!”

He then switched to a different channel on his wrist-device. “Sage, send all backup power to the escape pods… Do you copy that, daughter?” He waited… Then started coughing through his panic, “Daughter, Sage? Do you-” He had to stop to cough terribly, “Copy me? Sage? Saaaggee???”

Being dragged into an emergency pod by Metal Sonic’s power, Cubot and Orbot began to launch it as he fought, “No! No… Not again! I thought I lost her once, I won’t have that happen again!” He finally got a massive hand out of Metal Sonic’s grip, reaching back towards the now falling apart Fortress. “It’s Sonic! He’s stolen her! He must have packed her away through Tails or something! Sage! SAGGGGEE!!!”

The pod closed… and blasted out as the fortress came tumbling down…

Back with Sonic, he threw up a fist, proud of his efforts. “Woohoo! Down it goes, Egghead!” He mimicked the sounds with his mouth, before taking out his Miles-Electric. “Hey, gang! I know you’re all busy and off on your own adventures or epic quests! But I’m leaving his video message to let you know I’m doing good, no need to worry!” He also held the Miles-Electric to look behind him while he ran, “Eggman’s taken care of. It’ll take him weeks to repair that trash! Smell ya salmonella later!”

When he clicked the device to send the message out, he slowed down and sighed, “Whooo…” Coming to a halt and clicking a few buttons.

“... Nothing.” He looked just as disheartened as when Sage felt she couldn’t communicate with her robotic family…

He looked up at the sky, “Everyone… I hope you’re doing alright.”

She could see through the screen his own loneliness… and related too well with that feeling…

“Be not dismayed, Sonic The Hedgehog.”

“Huh?”

Sonic looked down at the device, seeing a strange logo with differing colors of data glitches from red to blue.

He freaked out as he dropped the device, and rising from it, Sage materialized. “Hehe, did you miss me?” She gave him a neutral stance, but smiled to show she was playing with him.

“You… Did Eggman hack my gear?” Sonic looked a bit worried, but Sage quickly shook her head

“It is safe.” she reassured him.

He sighs in relief, “Oh, phew… Wait, why aren’t you back with Eggman’s goonies?” He pointed to her, then threw a thumb back to Eggman’s new garbage dump.

“Hmm… It’s not important to tell you that information.” She teased him, reminding him of their time back in the corrupted Cyber Space frontier.

Sonic shook his head, but laughed. “Alright, you got me. What do I need to know?”

She giggles into her the back of her hand, “That it’s not right for the hero to be alone… My calculations conclude that that’s unacceptable.”

He smiled at her reasoning.

“That sounds like good empirical proof to me.” He folded his arms, playing back with her, since that’s what she would ask for all the time.

“I understand if it’s a bit illogical…” She admitted, “But my data states you are usually always found in great company…”

“Oh? And are you that new ‘great company’, Sage?” He threw out another finger to her, but this one had a bit of flare to it, pivoting his body slightly and lowering his eyes, he flipped his pointer finger to the back of it. In response, Sage–having to remain in the direction the screen on the Miles-Electric was facing, nodded cheerfully at his returning banter.

“Then it is settled. I shall accompany you for the cause of the Eggman Empire’s further data research on our greatest enemy.” Her smile was infectious, and Sonic couldn’t help but be thankful.

“Oh, ho? You sure about that, Sage?” He teased, “Last time you tried to calculate my results, I blew them all sky high!” He threw out a hand and she nodded.

“Yes! I’m most excited-” She then shook her head, having gotten too into her own personal reasons again, unbundling her fists by her sides, “I-I mean… glad you are willing to conduct more… e-experiments of your ‘daring feats’ as you call them.”

“Perfect.” Sonic narrowed his eyes, “First, try and calculate this!” He picked up the Miles-Electric, and took her to see the sights of the world…

“Your movements are impeccable.” She later stated, sitting with him as they watched a festival of lights happening, seeing the balloons and lanterns rise into the sky on a distant hill… “You're swift but able to reflex fast enough to avoid dangerous obstacles during high speeds… But you act so leisurely while conducting yourself to be at such a fast frequency between sound and light… I must admit, even the mach speed comparisons of modern human technology would fail to fully see the limits of your capabilities,... Sonic.” She looked over to smile at him, before seeing something was wrong.

“Sonic? Have I… Spoken too frequently?” She looked down, worried that it was like Orbot said… “Am I… disturbing your peace and quiet?”

“... I have to admit, I’m not used to this.” Sonic’s voice turned a bit serious, and her colors returned to red and black…

“... I’m used to Amy’s laughter… Tails’s rambling about something he just learned about… Knuckles being loud and wanting to challenge me to do something other than laze about…” He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, “Don’t get me wrong… I like the quiet… I like the peaceful… But this kind of quiet and peaceful..? Not so much.”

Sage, realizing it wasn’t her, looked back to Sonic. “My earlier analyses of you states you were once a loner. Has that time truly passed?” Her question made him chuckle.

“Well,” He smacked his lips, “Everyone’s on their own ‘personal journeys’, you know? I don’t want to get in their way…”

She thought about how she was ‘bothering’ her brothers at work… and seemed to understand what Sonic was trying to convey.

“They’ve gone off… and I’m proud of them… They’re growing up, Sage, and I… I still…”

“Feel… like you need them?”

He looked back to her.

“Like… You’re still wanting… to play games, hear more stories, show the outside world to them, fight more enemies… you crave more leisure time with them… than being alone anymore?”

“... I hate growing up.” He shrugged with his arms, “But it’s not something I can control.” He shook his head, “So why worry?” He looked to her with a returning smile, seeing she connected to something deep and profound in him.

“You crave adventure and freedom at your own pace and choice, too, don’t ya?” He held up a hand to her.

She looked to her own, remembering what Orbot said yet again… “We cannot touch.” She admitted, putting her hand through his own.

“I know,” He leaned up and–much like what happened with Tails–tried to make it look like they were locking hands together in a sign of friendship and strength in that bond.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

They laughed together, “Still beating your predictions of me, eh?” He grinned widely.

“Hehe, you are–truly–an anomaly, but… I enjoy that you can do the impossible.” She nodded, “And grateful!”

“You too, Sage.”

She looked astonished from hearing that, tearing up.

“... You do the impossible for those around you, too. I know you can, I’ve seen it happen.”

“... Sonic…”

“You’re a hero, too. Even if we are on opposite sides of things. I know you’re not a bad guy, Sage.”

She looked away from him, dropping her hand down.

“You… Continue to surprise me… Sonic The Hedgehog.”

Then, the wind picked up as though a helicopter passing by, but instead, it was right above them.

The two looked up as Sonic blocked with an arm the blades of grass and debris of dirt clods trying to hurt his eyes.

“What’s going on?” He exclaimed.

“WHOHOHOO! You think you can just steal my daughter for an evening and get away with it!? I knew you were a teenager, Sonic, but this is beneath even you!”

“Eggman, please! Control yourself!”

Orbot’s worried voice and Eggman’s odd sentence structure had both the attention and alarm of Sonic and Sage.

“Father!” She cried out, as Sonic shrugged up at the large airship.

“All we did was hold hands, Eggman. Tsk, tsk. You shouldn’t hole your precious daughter up from enjoying more the splendors of life, Egghead!” He winked, cockily, and wiggled a pointer finger up at him.

“THE NERVE-!” Eggman roared from his speakers above, “If it weren’t for Cubot and Orbot holding me back, I’d come down there right now–SONIC–and beat the ever-living pulp out of you!!!”

Sonic snickered into his hand, “Someone’s protective.” He looked to Sage, “See that? They’re are people that miss your company, too.”

She nodded, “More than just coffee and management, I suppose.” She was so happy to hear that, her colors returned to white and green.

“FIIIRREEE!!” Eggman cried out, as missiles launched from the large airship.

Flying upwards, Sage holds out her arms apart, as though to protect and boldly stand before Eggman in front of Sonic.

“HOLD, HOLD!” Eggman cried out, as the missiles suddenly fizzled and shook in the air, wiggling about before changing trajectory and firing into the trees.

Due to the festival, most people thought the fires were part of the show, but Sonic quickly ran around to ‘suffocate’ the fires so they didn’t spread to the peaceful town.

“Father, I only left to deduce more about Sonic.”

“Oh, woe is me, you deceived me!?”

Sonic played along, being dramatic.

“Sage, how could you~”

He gripped his chest, falling to his knees as Eggman raised an eyebrow.

“Eh? Is that true?”

He gripped the mic, pulling it closer to his large mouth as he hollered through it.

“Your telling me you WEREN’T fraternizing with the enemy!?”

“Of course not, Father. He’s an inferior lifeform. We may respect him, but he is not one of our glorious metallic and digital empire.”

She put a hand to her heart, then turned to look back at Sonic and wink at him.

He winked back, too.

He then covered his eyes with his arm draped over his muzzle, and hit the ground. He laid down and threw a small tantrum.

“Whaa, whaa! I’ve been tricked! Bambozzled! How could you do this to me, Eggman? Use a cute girl like your daughter to make me feel special, Whaa! Whaa! I’ll never get over this!”

Eggman suddenly rose up.

“I can’t tell if I should be beaming with pride or feeling suspiciously like I’m being mocked…”

Orbot and Cubot looked to each other, obviously knowing that they were deceiving Eggman.

“Alright, alright, you two. Man up, Sonic. She’s just a child.”

He opened what looked like an electric wand with multiple hoops around it.

“Come on, Sage. It’s time to go home!”

Sage looks to Sonic, who gives her a sweet wave while leaning his head on his other hand.

She waves back, “As the saying goes,” She begins.

“Long time till I see you again.”

“... That’s-... Ah-ha. Right. Till we meet again.”

Sonic just nodded, thinking it was cute.

She zoomed her data up to connect with Eggman’s ship, and now that his daughter was safely returned, began to open fire on Sonic, who enjoyed taking down his airship. He smacked his butt and stuck out his tongue, lowering an eyelid with his finger to mock his attempt at trying to get him again.

Once at their far away ‘other’ base, since Eggman had so many–this being a obviously temporary station–Sage politely asked, “Father, might I continue my research on Sonic The Hedgehog another time?”

Reluctantly, he agrees, realizing she’s made a friend.

However… He sicks Metal Sonic to tag along, “Keep an eye on her… And see if you can get close to Sonic, give him a good swipe if he tries anything funny! Exterminate him if he dares to get sweet on my innocent daughter!”

Metal Sonic looks a bit annoyed, but goes off, as Orbot and Cubot joke that he’s allowing his daughter to go on a ‘date’. Haha!

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Can robots grieve?

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Here's a prompt. Tails has has to go to a science convention they're usually filled with boring geezers and pretentious people who think they're "better." Tails is allowed to bring someone since Sonic won't go he asks Amy. While there they make fun of all the "leading minds and elites" Tails feels less alone having a friend there and gives his best presentation yet.

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Prompt:

Tails stood with his enhanced plane mechanics dissected and laid simply upon the presentation table, feeling like a nervous kid at a science fair while older human men walk by to examine the scientific break-throughs, but only give his stall a glance before moving on.

For some reason, Tails didn’t realize that men of science would be that particularly interested in the ‘look’ of a presented scientific wonder than the actual ‘wonder of invention’ itself.

His script in hand for the later ‘speech’ segment of the convention, he twisted it repeatedly between his gloved hands… wringing it as it cried out crumbled sounds to match his withering self-confidence…

He looked at the ground, his mock-model plane displayed up on a model-stick, the paint beautiful, and his cards for explaining each ingenious piece of it’s refigured structure modeled on the table as well.

‘Well, if I could have flown it, they’d stop and stare, wouldn’t they!?’ He angrily continued to wring the life out of the twisted papers in his hands.

He turned to the table, no longer able to see what looked like a red bear of somekind come up to the panel, scratch his chin, and then nod and take his leave through the crowd flowing past his stall.

“Gah..!” He hit the table with both his hands, squinting his eyes closed, “They won’t even ask a single question or make a remark..!” He had no idea what they were thinking…

The memory of Sonic turning his back to him, whimsically stating that science fairs weren’t really his thing, and winking to him that he’ll do great replayed in his mind a moment… only making his fingers upon the table flinch and twitch at the insensitivity…

‘Did Sonic really believe in me..? Or was that his way of avoiding a ‘boring’ science convention?’ He sighed as he relaxed his tense arms to gently begin sliding off the table, as though losing hope, before a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Wow! It’s even more expansive than the X-Tornado, Tails!”

The sound of Amy’s voice lifted him up in surprise, as he turned around with almost tears of joy in his eyes, “Amy… When did you get here?!” He spread his arms out wide, his twin tails flopping excitedly to show his true emotions of having a friend there to support him in his time of need.

Amy, seeing that, giggled, and moved her souvenir science bag, given to all who paid ticket entry, to the front of her and off her shoulder, “I got your letter in the mail about it! Of course I’d come to cheer you on, Tails!” She looked around, “It must be kinda lonely… not knowing anyone…”

“Are you kidding!?” Tails raced to her side, looping an arm around her and pulling her down to his height, pointing, “That’s Dr. Yellow’s newest machine that protects against sun’s harmful rays! You put it in water and let it sit and absorb light away from skin, like a tractor beam!” He turned her abruptly, causing her to cry out a second in alarm, before pointing to another scientist, “That’s Dr. Uda Strainheart! She’s the top-leading scientist for genetic modification!!!”

He continued to explain, expound upon, and geek out over everyone in attendance.

Amy just sweatdropped a bit in his eager explanation, clearly meaning he hadn’t a friend in the world here, but didn’t dare stop listening and nodding to each of his excited rants about them.

“Wow, I’m glad to see such an amazing mix of talented men and women.” She gestured about, “Including my favorite… You~” She booped his nose.

He chuckled, blushing at her sweetness, “Thanks, Amy… To be honest, I wasn’t really intimidated… more embarrassed…” He bent his ears down, “I’ve always wanted to attend this convention with my own scientific breakthrough… but I… Ohhh… I don’t really feel competent anymore.” He lowered his head. “I don’t have amazing works like sun polarizing mechanics that can draw in harmful light beams, or even change the genetic makeup so a child doesn’t inherit a harmful disease… I just made a new and improved fighter plane that no one seems to think is really helpful to society at large…” He rotated his fingers around each other, “I think… I have to make some sort of contribution to ‘health and safety’ to really make people stop and stare at my work…”

Amy, hearing enough, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to the front of her, “Now look here, Mr. Miles Prower!” He looked greatly shocked by her using his full name. “What’s more safe than a machine that can go toe-to-toe with a Egg-Destroyer? With a cosmic meteor shower!? You’ve literally created a heroic piece of machinery to protect and defend the whole ‘health and safety’ of the ENTIRE PLANET!” She let him go and threw out her arms into the space above his head. “You’re a GENIUS, Tails! It’s the health and safety of the environment against deadly threats like robotic takeovers or literal levels of cataphoric anomalies the size of the extinction of dinosaurs! You gotta have more confidence in yourself, buddy!” She nudged his arm, and he couldn’t help but smile at the kindness of his dear friend.

“You… You really did read my letter…” He nodded, wiping a tear out of his eye, “Y-Yeah… I guess… I’m not so good at… umm… praising myself? I guess?” He looked at his shoddy, make-shift station to present his work…

“Then you’ve gotta sell your passionate love to make them all fall in love with you!” She got all riled up with fire in her eyes, holding up her fists and looking as though she was trying to set the entire convention up on a date with Tails…

“Uhhh… H-How do I do that? And not go that far, either…” He sweatdropped, forgetting who he was talking to…

“You gotta declare your love to the masses! So those other stingy, pompous scientist nerds have to recognize you no matter what!” Her enthusiasm made him cower back a second.

“E-Easy, Amy…” She jutted herself into his face as he tried to pull back.

“Come on, Tails! In order to win the hearts of those you care about and adore, you’ll have to make them admire and love you! And so,” She took his hand, racing towards the stage, “You gotta beat all the other hopeful suitors to the punchline!!!” She threw him on the stage, making him cry out as he wiggled his arms about but got his tails spinning to land on the stage.

“A-Amy!” He reached out for her, but she held up his plane, winking.

“Give it all you got, Tails!”

He lowered his ears again, looking to see everyone now staring at him, turning to face him and corral around the stage.

“Uhh… uhhhhhhhh-AH!” He was suddenly shot with a spotlight, and all eyes were on him.

He nervously tried to unfold his paper, shrieking silently to himself when his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at seeing that his wringing behavior from nerves and frustration caused the sweat of his hands to bleed out the script, the words now smearing with the ink all over his gloves.

He hadn’t noticed… what will he do now!?

“Ah, That’s…” Amy’s eyes noticed something above the stage, “Sonic! Spin into this!!!” She threw the plane into the air.

“Ah! Sonic!?” Tails looked above his head, turning around to see a blue spinball go to bash against the toy plane. “Woah! Uhh… Initiate astroid protocol!” He cried out, as the plane began to transform and fire out fake firepower towards Sonic, looking like foam missiles and the like.

Some were just artistically recreated versions of the actual equipment on it.

Tails swiped out his hand holding the script, no longer needing it, “Advance!”

The Plane wobbled a second before boosters shot out, two on each end, and it’s wings flipped to reveal a set of two on each end.

“Now, defeeenndddd!!!” Tails cried out, as Amy rushed up where Sonic was spindashing, holding her arms out wide as the plane’s wings spread out and a photo-realistic projection showed a pink grid screen effect, a wide shield as it then fired out more attacks onto the spinning hedgehog.

Tails watched as Sonic proved his trust in his friend’s abilities, and gave that model plane all of his furious, highspeed shredding.

The crowd went into awe, gasping at the marvel, as the plane pushed against a massive force and held its place perfectly in the air. Its position never wavered, its armor never tore, and Amy smiled at seeing the sparks coming off of its hide, knowing Sonic wasn’t just doing this for show, but was also giving everything he had to the model plane.

“Hit it BACCCCKK!!!” Tails threw himself back, shouting with every bit of passion he had and knowing his invention would hold.

The Plane then turned its boosters in on eachother, and with the four flames becoming a singular, strong entity… The plane shoved with a fierce propulsion Sonic’s spinball up and through the convention’s roof.

“That asteroid returned to a new orbit.” Amy winked and saluted, “Thanks to the amazing and masterful hand of my dear friend,” She then held out her hand to gesture to Tails on the stage, “The youngest inventor of ingenuity yet! A marvel of humility! Miles ‘Tails’ Prower!”

Immediately, people were scrambling to the edge of the stage, crying out, “Oh, Mr. Prower! Mr. Prower!?” Trying to grab at his attention first to ask their questions.

The little toy plane slowly flew down as Amy moved up to gently catch it, “Great job, little buddy.” She smiled at it, then looked up proudly to Tails as he was clambered with scientific enthusiasts and minds all wanting to hear more about his great invention.

Amy then looked up to see Sonic’s head silouetted by the light of the outside crater left in the rooftops, his face darkened by him looking down, before slowly moving off and away.

She heard the similar sound of speeding away, and gently closed her eyes with that same kind smile. ‘Thank you… For not letting Tails down, Sonic.’ She sent almost a silent prayer of gratitude to him, before looking back to Tails who was being tugged left and right, the crowd going bonkers and nuts for him.

“Ah! Hey! O-One at a time!!! Form a line! Form. A. LINE!” She summoned her hammer and began to defend him, still holding the plane like a baby cradled in her arms. Her face turned scary and the people quickly moved back, giving the stage some space.

“Now, you first, please.” Amy used her hammer to direct everyone’s attention to a young girl, who put her hands together as her eyes sparkled towards Tails.

“Mr. Prower… Does your invention have a name?”

Tails smiled, nodding, “It does.” He looked to the crater as the Sonic X sound-music just before the end of an episode began to play. “It’s called… The Sonic-Striker!”

Truth be told, he hadn’t actually named it yet… Now he had the perfect name for it!

Next convention, he had a pink and blue model made, one called the Rose-Courge, and the other… Sonic-Striker Mark II. It was displayed that the Rose-Courage was a support system for the Sonic-Striker Mark II… and a newer model was being created for astronomical storms predicted for future times against the climate-changes threatening natural disasters… The Tails-Pride.