#it's a perfectly non-violent and objectively true chant

[blitz0hno]

If we are counter protesting for Trans Rights in front of like a legislative building or something can we all chant "WE HAVE MORE IN COMMON WITH YOU THAN THE PEOPLE IN THAT BUILDING DO"??? I will be screaming it at the oppressors in my community only bcuz c'mon you can't tell me half the people consuming Fox News every night aren't crying because their food stamps are about to run out same as us

And even if they aren't when some idiot films the protest all the on the fence liberals might think a little bit at least

[a-serial-killer-and-an-eggplant]

Chapter 3: What happened that night?

There was a soft jingle of a bell as he shut and locked the restaurant door, checking it twice over. He flipped the cheerful open sign over and shut the yellow and purple star spangled curtains which draped rather comfortably in his hand.

As the soft screaming began once more in the back of his head he tried to simply shake the sensation. Holding his head with a feeling of despair and disgust.

"Not again. I'm not gonna do it again, just have to keep it jnder control..."

"Not doing what again?" That familiar voice asked, almost purring in his ear. As he kept returning William began to doubt his medication was doing anything of use. 

"I don't want to hurt them...they have families, friends, futures..." he mumbled. 

"Nice alliteration genius but we're not stopping now." 

"N-no. I can't- I won't keep doing this! J-just go away!" His words came much louder than he intended, causing the otherwise empty building to echo with his words. It was times like these he was glad he took over the nightshift.

"You can't?"

The figure laughed which was unnerving enough at first, until laughter turned to anger. His teeth gritted firmly as he grabbed both of his shoulders, nails beginning to dig into his skin, easily ripping through the fabric of his uniform. Those amber eyes seemed to catch moonlight through the curtains, making them glow a more blood red color. 

"You can't?! Listen William," he began, voice becoming more gargled and less human as he spoke. "You're going to keep letting me use your pathetic body because at this point it's all you're fucking good for! Do you understand me?!" He stared wide eyed but shook his head quickly. 

"Or what? You're no actual harm, just a stupid bloody thought!" He barked back, almost unnerved by the volume of his voice as it echoed. Vincent chuckled then shook his head.

"Oh William, this'll be such a shame, I almost had fun," he moved a hand to William's neck, but stopped when the lights began to flicker violently. 

Almost instantly he sunk into his skin again. William blinked confused for a moment before holding his head as a dizzying feeling overtook him. He nearly collapsed before a strange noise caught his attention. It sounded like footprints, yet the steps were hollow and cold. 

As a faintly glowing sneaker poked around the corner, his entire body went stiff. Shredded fingers hugged the wall, eyes oozing a strange white liquid. The face was of a young child, yet it seemed almost frozen in place, mouth slightly open, as if gasping for air. Messy brown hair afrazzle and clothes stained in blood. It layed eyes on him and the expression shifted. Mouth opening far too wide for it's head and lifting a pointed finger at him. A bloodcurdling scream escaping with no stop. 

He managed to regain control of his muscles and started to unlock the door before the screaming began above him. The same child, now floating just barely above. He stumbled back and the kid landed, before beginning to step closer, hand still outstetched accusingly. He backed further away until another joined in. A second child, this time a little blond girl, half of her hair toed neatly up in a pigtail, the other barely holding onto her scalp. One big blue eye hung out, knocking against her cheek as she began to follow him aswell. 

He turned away from them and began to run down the nearest hall. He didn't recognize the faces, nor understood it all but there was one thing he did know, the second exit was his best bet. He just about reached it when two more kids blocked the path, twins, a boy and girl with straight black hair and slit throats. Despite the screaming they seemed almost happy with the despair that filled him. He backed further from the group into the old backroom, immediately after a red headed boy followed, trapping him in the room. 

His heart was racing and his chest burned. The kids just stepped closer, the white ooze splashing in little puddles on the floor before vanishing. He glanced desperately around the room, it seemed like nothing but boxes and old arcade machines, minus the old Spring Bonnie suit. The idea was stupid in all of his mind, yet he couldn't stop himself with following true with it. 

He grabbed the inner crank along the top edge of the chest, turning it quickly, and nearly screaming every time his sweaty palms lost grip of the metal. He would glance back at the children but oddly enough they'd stopped coming closer, instead just stood there pointing almost mockingly. He finally pulled enough away to slip into the suit, before fixing the oversized rabbit head over his own.

Slowly the screaming faded, replaced by empty stares. They began to float, as if trying to reach his eye level again. The stillness only made him panic more. The edges of the suit clung tightly to his skin, just enough room to keep from pinching at his skin. He tried to take another step back but immediately his the brick wall behind him. 

"Your future..." the girl whispered ever so softly. The other children nodded and began to repeat the words, chanting emotionlessly. 

"Your future... your future..." it went on until the words were deafening and he was almost sure he saw the door morph into just another layer of brick. But just as quickly as it began they once again went silent as a sixth child appeared behind them all. From a distance he could hardly  recognize any facial features, but as it moved closer his eyes widened in sheer horror. 

The face had been torn, as if dragged across the concrete until almost all of the skin was gone. Hazey green eyes had chunks of rocks and glass inside then and the thick brown hair looked as if someone had actively been attempting to rip up the scalp. The body was just as badly maimed, limbs bent in ways that were far from possible and neck dotted with bloody fingerprints. The pink spotted dress she wore had been reduced to almost nothing more than crusted threads. A disgusting fate for a four year old.

Charlotte. He knew it was her without a doubt, from the little freckles on her tiny hand, to the fact that it was the same dress she'd worn when she went missing. 

As he watched her closely a faint ticking began just beneath his breath.

Tik tik tik

She stared coldly, though it didn't seemed to be aimed at him, rather just beyond. Her eyes began too ooze as well, along with faint natural tears that seemed non existent in comparison. His mouth went dry and his voice almost completely escaped him, as if they'd ripped away his vocal chords right through the suit. He started a shaky foot forward, and held a hand out to her.

Tik.tik.tik.tik.

"Charlie, I'm-" his words were cut as his foot touched the floor. The ticking became obnoxiously fast and he knew immediately he was doomed.

Tiktiktiktiktiktiktiktik

She grabbed the hand of the suit and seemed to smile faintly, but it only seemed like further mocking. As she tried to squeeze it's hand it all backfired. Every piece working it's way quickly into place. William screamed, hands immediately grabbing the metal eyeballs, just barely managing to rip them out before they could be shoved into his skull. A bone chilling scream immediately escaped him, echoed by another voice, far different from his own.

Every nerve began to burn as blades of metal were slid into place, sliding almost too perfectly into him, so much so that the skin folded over the wounds as if closing an old pocket. A sharp pain hit the back underside of his head. A cylinder like object forcing it's way through, just centimeters from his skull and spine. He gagged realizing it must've been the extra oil tank, something he could have, and should have removed before entering. But it felt stupid to curse himself over safety procautions now. 

As his body began to seize and he fell to the floor in a bloody screaming mess the kids all simply watched. Finally a few grabbed a limb, both arms, both legs and the head. Charlie just continued to stare. The layed him down on the floor, holding his limbs down in place until he stopped screaming and the world began to fade to black. Finally they propped him up against the wall, like there'd been no movement of the suit at all and the blond girl hung an out of commission sign on his ear. They all seemed to giggle proudly, but he couldn't hear them for long as his conscious completely faded, and a final breath left him.

[cutegirlmayra]

Ok, headcanon time! Set in Modern, but a couple of years later. The gang had a fun day on the beach and now Sonic and Amy are alone nearly sunset. She then gently (please let her be gentle) tries to get him into the water, but fails bc of his stubborness, so she goes alone and fakes she's drowning bc she knows he would come to her rescue~ (he obviously does hehe) A while later a flustered Sonic finally enters the water with Amy, and I don't know how to follow that, so its up to you! ♥

So… is it okay if I mix a bit of Sonic X into this Modern Sonamy?

No objections? great!

(x)

Prompt:

lying outside the rim of the ocean’s crawling waves, Sonic remains happily under a tree in shades, having bee asked a while ago by Amy via a message from Tails that she wanted to spend time with him.

Since she was growing jealous of Sonic only speaking to Tails for a few months, Sonic thought it only fair to comply to at least one of her wishes.

Taking her to a pleasant beach location where no one really goes too, Amy splashed and swam in the clear water, having the sunset light up the ocean around her.

She was enjoying herself while on land with him, showing him how to make a sand castle as he non-chalantly put the rocks and leaves over it before yawning as he shifted to his side, placing a hand up to the side of his face and closing his eyes.

Knowing Sonic though, that didn’t mean he was necessarily bored, but rather, meant he was relaxed and content.

However, being alone in the water all by herself made her squat down a moment in the shallower part of the sea, and wave up to try and catch a sleeping Sonic’s attention.

“Oi! Sonic!” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth to have the sound travel farther.

He slightly lowered his head to have the shades just barely tug on his nose to stay in place, but still sliding down so he could look better out to see her from the glare of the lowering sun.

“Hmm?” he barely spoke above a normal speaking tone, but through the action, Amy saw at a distance that he was listening.

In glee at being noticed, she sprung back from her bended knees and used the momentum to momentarily leap out of the water, before kicking her legs up at him.

“Come try and swim with me!”

“…Em.” he moved his deep, almost a scowling frown to the side of his face. Clearly displeased by that notion, he bobbed his head up to get the sunglasses back in place, keeping his hands behind his head as he rested along a small palm-tree. “I think I’ll pass.” He went right back to dozing off before her voice stirred him again.

“Sooniiicc!!!”

She patted the water, creating more splashes. “Come on! You know half the world is made of water, right? One day, you’re going to have to explore it to if you really want to claim you’ve seen it all.” She smiled, knowing her point was true to home.

It was a convincing idea…

But this was Sonic The Hedgehog.

“Heh.” he chuckled at her logic, before gesturing a hand up in a teasing spin of the wrist, slightly stretching in the process of his mocking. “And what a shame that is.. ahh..” he relaxed again back down, placing the hand on his stomach and smacking his lips from a good rest.

He let himself slide down the front of the trunk and only had his head bent incredibly forward as the rest of his back finally laid across sand.

It was a good scratch though, going down with his exhale on the rough terrain of the tree.

The wind was pleasant too…

He slightly lifted the back of his head against the tree, smelling the pleasant breeze, only getting a slight whiff of Amy’s natural clothes lying just a little ways away from him and along a tree.

He looked over there a moment, seeing them draped over it as her bathing suit had been placed underneath.

But really? Did she need that much perfume for a beach trip?

He rolled his eyes and continued to try and sleep, flopping an arm over his eyes.

“Just swim away, Amy… Swim away…” he slightly chanted, before breathing out his mouth again to try and take another snooze.

She glared, pouting. “You’re suppose to spend time with me!”

“Emm…grr…” he tossed a bit, realizing she wasn’t going to drop it. She had given him enough time for a cat nap though, so he knew he had to entertain her a little while more before she would be content enough to let him doze off again.

He leaned up, blinking his sleepy, lazy eyes. “Then come out here. The land has far more interesting things in it.” He almost whined, not really wanting to put up with her at the moment, but not denying her the time she rightfully deserved.

He turned around and placed his face to the still warmed sand… slowly becoming less and less a heated ground for Sonic to sleep on.

This made him kinda gloomy, but he heard splashing and his name being called, and figured she was complaining.

“I’m not gonna move..” he retorted, snuffing some sand out to make a small indent in it’s wake.

The splashing… grew more violent.

He blinked his eyes opened, before trying to settle on the sand again. “Amy… Can you just make up your mind already?”

Then he couldn’t hear his name. Muffling sounds of gurgles finally shot his eyes open, making him immediately shot upright and look around.

Amy’s hands were flailing about, and her head was mostly under the water…

“…Amy?” Like a guard dog, his ears shifted forward and his kneeling body slowly rose up, trying to examine better the situation.

In alert of what his eyes and ears could see, his senses heightened and he immediately looked to a huge, elongated rock formation that served as a type of pillar towards the ocean.

His face turned serious as he dashed over to it, slipping and sliding a little around it’s smoothed surface, due to water crashing over it through the years, and got pretty close to her.

He sucked in some air, and dived.

Grabbing her and feeling her pulling on him for air, he immediately landed his feet in the shallow waters, completely submerged, to help her breathe.

He slightly glared up, ‘Wonders of water, eh?’ he mocked, before trying to hold her torso up and walk on the bottom of the surface.

When he felt his lungs tighten, his eyes squinted and began to go blurry.

He immediately felt Amy stop struggling and so he let her go, trying his best to ‘attempt’ at swimming up but only being dropped back down.

‘Come on! Where’s an air bubble when you need one?!’

Amy suddenly twisted her body down, and he noticed she looked perfectly alright as she took his shoulders, and tapped them.

He was confused, so she wiggled her arms under his armpits, making him almost laugh at the tickling sensation before plugging his mouth and realizing… that was the last of his air!

She then pushed off the ground and hoisted him up, as he clung to her after flopping his arms about a bit, doggy-paddling as best as he could improvise to her side.

She laughed, making him start connecting dots a moment before pulling him to shore.

“Ack!” Sonic coughed a few times, before Amy lay down, still laughing.

Sonic looked down at her…

—– Memory flash! :D

Amy lay motionless to the ground.

“Amy! Amy!” Sonic kept trying to move her body, spark some kind of… signs of life or whatnot.

But Amy remained without so much as a sound of air.

He immediately panicked, but in all the right ways.

He held his ear to her chest, bending down over her to do so and could faintly hear a sign of life… but it wasn’t strong enough.

It didn’t even match his own racing one.

“Come on, Amy. You’ve got this.” He leaned back up, pressing down on her heart, trying to get it back to working properly at it’s normal capacity.

She only moved under his presses, before he finally pushed harder.

When he realized that wasn’t doing much good, he took matters into his own hands…

Literally…

—-

Sonic stared at Amy’s face, bursting with joy and life.

He remembered slowly bending down, tilting the arch of her neck to get a airflow going, and lightly pressing down his mouth over hers.

With a rush of air, he had revived her into a cough, and took the necklace of stringed shells she had made for him.

He left her in the hands of Chris, Tails, and Cream… needing to get away, to calm himself down from losing something he never thought could be lost.

“Haha… Sonic? Are you okay?” Noticing his stare, Amy suddenly stopped and rolled over, lightly touching his chest to try and stop her rolling from hitting him.

“You’re not mad at me.. are you?”

He just stared, before ducking his head down.

“No…” he admitted, his eyes searching the ground for nothing in particular, just trying to get his thoughts back in order.

“I’m not mad.”

“Good… hehe. I knew you could if you tried!” Amy turned back to the sky, spreading her arms out.

He looked back over, using his elbows to stay a bit upright as the rest of him lay with the waves crashing over him.

He watched as she leaned her head back, sparking further memories of times long passed and for a second…

Nah.

He shook his head, looking away.

“Not again.”

“Hmm?”

He shook his head once more, getting up, one foot in front of the other.

He started to walk off.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,… Amy.”

“Sonic?” Amy tilted her head, looking backwards at him before turning around and moving her head properly.

“Sonic! You really are mad! I’m sorry!” She rushed to get him again, pulling on his arm. “Don’t go! Please! N-now that you’re wet, just play a moment in the water with me. Please? It’s so much fun under there if-”

He looked back at her, showing he wasn’t okay with the trickery.

“I’m not mad.” he stated again, a little more clearly so she knew that wasn’t the issue.

He knew Cream thought Tails and Chris had pulled her out of the water, but the truth was… he had done it.

It was adrenaline and impulse… but he survived to get her to safety. They weren’t even there when he brought her back from the bleak moment of…

He dared not think of it.

He turned away from her, “I just prefer the land, Amy.”

She watched as he looked down and stomped firmly at the dirt, away from the sand now.

“Sturdy… strong… unwavering.” He then turned to give her a smile. “Kinda like you.”

“I was about to say that about you.” Amy closed her eyes, smiling back in understanding, before going to get her clothes and rushing back. “I really am sorry…” Her eyes arched to show her apology was sincere

He shook his head down and put a hand behind his head, scratching it.

“Yeah… I know.” he looked forward, before placing his hands on his hips. “Just don’t do it again, alright?” He smiled over his shoulder, though not really looking her in the eye, mostly the gesture showed he was addressing her, before swaggering off into a casual walk into the bush.

She nodded, “I just knew you would come if I seemed in danger.” she followed after him before he stopped, and turned around more abruptly now, batting his eyes as if confused on that statement.

“You mean… someone wouldn’t?” he then looked to her, oddly confused at her logic. “Amy, anyone would have-”

“But you did faced something you didn’t want to do for me. I call that honorable.”

“Selfless. Admirable. ‘Princey’?” he mockingly lifted fingers up at each attribute of a ‘hero’ he listed off, or at least what the act called for in a person, before she cut him off and grabbed his arm.

“Hehe~ Or romantic~” She played, but he knew there was some truth in what she had said.

He rolled his eyes, and pushed a hand up to her face with a smile, shoving her away.

“Alright, Little Merhog. Calm down.”

“Hey! the Mermaid saved the prince in that one!” she skipped right back up to his side, not phased by his playful actions. She was already used to him, anyhow, and him to her.

“Did it ever occur to her that maybe he wasn’t looking to be rescued?”

“Tell that to your blue face!”

“My face is always blue!”

“You were about to lose all your air!”

“This is just another reason why water- sucks!”

“…Would you have said that if I really did almost drown?”

She swayed her body left and right, putting her hands behind her back as he jumped up on a huge log, looking back with a side-taunt before offering her his hand.

“You’re asking if I’d perform life-saving actions in the case of a real situation, correct?” he turned his head slightly back, but she gave him a look and continued to sway, turning away a moment as if playing coy.

He gruffed, lowering his hand, before bending down more to encourage her to take his hand, lifting the other one up now and gesturing for her to come closer. “Pfft! If I wanted to let you die, I wouldn’t have jumped in. End of story. Come on. Quit trying to play cute.”

“I am cute!” Amy leaned forward, offended slightly but just being playful back as she climbed a little ways towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know, you could climb alone.” He wasn’t playing her game. He offered her his HANDS not to lift her like this…

She smiled and batted her eyes, still trying to beg in a sweet way for affection.

He just let his eyes linger in a deadpan expression, before rolling them and nodding.

“Alright, come ‘ere….”

She giggled and moved closer before he wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up, letting her sit on the log pretty darn close to him, holding her rather tightly too as the two turned to stare at the sunset, a little higher up now from the beach’s low-level.

He lifted a leg up, for comfort and stability, also making sure Amy wouldn’t slide down.

“I really am sorry…” Amy ducked her head down into his shoulder, as his quills slightly sprang upwards before he looked down at her.

“Y-yeah, we talked about this, no problem. Ehem.” he spoke rather quickly, almost consciously avoiding stutters as his nerves kicked in.

Shy guy syndrome.

“I just wanted you to swim with me… but you’re right.” she looked up at the clouds and the flickers of the last rays of sunlight over the horizon of the beautiful colored world around her…

“The land is pretty…”

“…So is the sea.” he mentioned, as sincerely as anyone’s voice could reach at a tender level as this.

She looked up, surprised by the change in tone, before he glanced down once or twice and coughed into fisted hand, clearing his throat and looking away from her; completely turning his head.

“It um… ehem. I admit, it’s pretty to look at. Just not be in.”

She smiled in a pleased way, glad he didn’t completely resent the ocean, as it was one of her many loves.

“Well, whatever you stay,… I’ll stay there the most.” she admitted, and looked back at the sky.

Sonic gently took that moment to look back at her, seeing her distracted from him, he was able to show a more truer look of admiring her on his face.

He then smiled and gently lifted a hand up, giving her the needed attention she wanted and lightly rubbing her head.

“It was a good day,… Amy.”

“Yeah.” she slowly closed her eyes, trying to hide the blush and fangirling delights bubblying up inside her and making her want to squee.

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“Heh.” he slightly shrugged, letting a foot dangle off the log now, getting more relaxed as he looked towards the lowering sun as well. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah…”

She slowly opened her eyes back to him, in an almost subtle, subcontext way…

“I know.”

This made Sonic nervous… he read into the subtext, and rapidly blinked his eyes in a scrunch, before slowly looking back down at her.

What did she think he had meant by that?

(She thought you were saying you loved her and thought she was pretty, dummy! lol)