u/Classic-Amy

((This is my longest story yet btw))

Amy has spent days running around trying to understand more things and hopefully find any of her friends. But it’s been to little avail… she’s been sleeping wherever and whenever she could, although it wasn’t ever exactly comfortable. So she finally decides to go to where her house would normally be in green hill.. it’s a long shot, but maybe it’s there…?

After a while of running, she finally arrives to where her house would be…

“ITS HERE!! I.. but wait… what if.. No! Of course not!! Even if there is another me here, it can’t hurt to ask! I know myself, and I wouldn’t shut out someone in need!! Surely this other me is like that too!.. S-Surely… Deep Breath Ok.. here goes..”

She walks up to the door, taking another deep breath before knocking on the door.

“…”

Nothing..

“Oookayyy.. maybe they didn’t hear me?”

She knocks again, this time calling out a simple hello as well

“…”

Nothing.. again…

“…Th-Third times the charm..?”

She once again knocks, harder this time and the door creaks open. Not from someone opening it, but from Amy’s knocking.

“Gasp What?! I-I didn’t mean t-… huh…?”

With the door about halfway open now, Amy can’t help but look at what she can see.

The lights are off, giving the impression that nobody’s home. It’s not night time afterall, so why would the other Amy be asleep?? Her curiosity gets to better of her as she fully opens the door and walks inside

“Alright, I’m coming in! Please let me know if you’re here!!”

Once again, she doesn’t hear anything back.. as much as she doesn’t want to disturb whoever may be here, she can’t help but feel like she shouldn’t leave… so she starts walking around.. and as she does so, a faint scent fills her nose… but she can’t quite tell what it is.

She finds a light switch and flips it. She’s already basically broken in, might as well turn on the lights. As she looks around from where she’s standing, her eyes can’t help but widen some. It… looks so similar to her house.. but different at the same time. There’s more comfortable looking furniture and better light fixtures plus some other amenities. It seems like the house was slightly modified to be better, more comfortable, etc. She notices a familiar scent too. It’s faint, and she can’t make out what it is or why it seems familiar. She walks over to the couch… the scent is the strongest here for some odd reason.. She shakes her head, she’ll think about it more later. She starts to walk again, heading to the bedroom area before something catches her attention.

“…”

She’s staring at the door to the room that has all the shelves. She has no real reason to be staring at it. It doesn’t look much different compared to the rest of the house. But.. she’s just getting strange feelings from the room… she continues to stare at it for a long moment before shaking her head and walking to the bedroom.

She flips the light switch, and…

“Theres.. nobody here…? A-actually.. it… doesn’t look like anyone’s been here.. for a while…”

She looks around the room. Nothing too special, just once again looking modified some. Although it’s clear that the bed isn’t made. And the more she thinks about it and looks around, it looks like the place hasn’t been maintained for at least a week, if not longer.

“What… happened..? Why…-“

Her breath stalls for a moment, before she shakes her entire body and walks out of the room, heading over to and collapsing on the couch

“What.. do I do… S-Surely I can’t just STAY here right?! This is clearly someone’s home! But!.. whoever lives here hasn’t been here in a while! What.. am i supposed to-..”

She starts to have a mental breakdown. She’s been on the verge for a while, but she hasn’t had the time and has actively been pushing it back. Which of course, only makes it worse. She’s been stressed, tired, and extremely anxious from this world..

“Wh-Why di-did I.. ha… have to be transported here?! I-I-I mi… I miss my friends… I miss my home.. I-… I miss Sonic…”

She’s now actively crying, unable to control her emotions. She curls up into her knees on the couch, sobbing profusely…

* * *

About 2 hours have passed. Amy has long since stopped crying, and is now just sitting on the couch, thinking to herself.

“Ok.. so… nobody’s home.. nobody’s BEEN home for at least a week.. and I clearly can’t keep doing this… I can’t keep running around looking if I can’t even take care of myself properly!… Sigh.. I don’t think I have much choice…. I need to stay here.. a-at least for now…”

She takes a deep breath. Having finally decided that she’s going to be staying here for now.. she needs a place to stay. She gets up, taking another look around the house before her eyes lock onto that door again.. she can’t help but just… stare.. eventually, she decides that she needs to check it out…

She walks up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door and her mouth drops and her eyes widen. It’s dark.. only lit up by the light outside from the rest of the house, and a small light hanging from the ceiling of the room.

It’s different than her room like this. The shelves empty apart from minor little trinkets. This is a stark contrast from her version of this room. In which the shelves are mostly FULL instead. But she also didn’t have such poor lighting in her version either. She looks around in the room, squinting her eyes before she sees another door in the darkness.. her version never had this door…

She walks up to it, her eyes adjusting some to the darkness, but not nearly enough to see that properly. This doesn’t stop her however, as she open the door..

“Why in the WORLD is it so DARK?!?”

It’s extremely dark in the tiny room. The light from the rest of the house not reaching, and the single light hanging from the ceiling of the other part of the room gave barely anything to begin with. She opens her eyes as wide as she can, trying to see.. ANYTHING… in which case, she does.

There’s a table at the end of the tiny room. And on it is several objects. Amy instinctively grabs one of them, it being a lighter. And then, she lights it… If her eyes could open wider, they would..

“. . .”

She stares in complete shock at what she sees. On the table lies 3 candles, a vase, and two picture frames… and the pictures in the frames.. are extremely familiar. . .

The first picture, is of Amy, Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic. The color is faded, which is another shock to Amy.. she shakily lights the candles, setting the lighter down and summoning something from her hammerspace… it’s the exact same picture that is in the frame, even down to it being faded.. that’s not right…? It wasn’t faded when she last saw it! What’s going on?! She sets the picture down on the table, right next to the one in the frame as she looks at the other picture…

The frame is smashed from something. But Amy can still make out the picture.. if only barely… The picture is of Sonic smiling… and the color is completely faded… Amy once again summons another picture.. the exact same one as the one in the frame… and even the colors gone from it too…

“Wh-Wh-… Shaky breathing.. H-How-…”

She begins to have a panic attack as she sets the picture of Sonic next to the one in the frame and grips the table.

“What’s.. w-with… the pictures?! Why.. Why are t-they fa.. fa… faded??? W-WHY AR-ARE TH-THEY H-ERE?!?! WHY DO I-…”

Her breathing worsens as she begins to hyperventilate and her vision begins to blur.

“Whats.. w-wrong with me… wh-why can’t I st-steady m-my breathing..?! Why am.. I-I… What I-Is th-this??? I-..”

She’s never really had a panic attack… so she can’t recognize it. She collapses on the ground, literally curling up into a ball as she attempts and fails to calm down her hyperventilating….

* * *

About another hour has passed, and Amy is sitting against a wall of the tiny room. The candles are still burning, emitting the light they have been as Amy stares at the vase… before summoning something else from her hammerspace.. A rose flower*…*

She shakily gets up, holding the rose in her right hand and staring at it… before putting it into the vase. she then turns and walks out of the room, heading to the kitchen as she finds a glass and fills it with water before returning, filling the vase with it.

She stares at it and the pictures… she has so many questions.. but little answers to them… she eventually blows out the candles and leaves the room. Shutting the door and then leaving the previous room, shutting that door after as well. She then looks around the house once more before walking to and turning all the lights off then walking to and staring at the couch.. the faint scent is still here… except now.. she can tell what it is and why it’s familiar…

It’s her.. but not HER at the same time… yet it’s identical to her..? She doesn’t want to think about it… she’s tired.. but she doesn’t dare to sleep in the bedroom as of now.

She collapses on the couch and curls into her knees. Despite it still not being dark out, she eventually falls asleep…

Classic Amy is sitting in her living room on her couch, staring off into nothing… Classic Knuckles is with her, having decided to focus on taking care of his friend instead of guarding the master emerald.. Amy is in far from a good state after all. Her mind has all but collapsed, leaving her in such a state where even her instincts to survive fail…

She’s staring at her chaos emeralds, confused on why she has them, especially the rainbow one. She puts the two of them together, looking at the color of both. Lost in it… Knuckles, seeing the state Amy’s in and that it hasn’t gotten much better, hugs her.. not knowing how he can really help his friend get out of her awful state..

Amy’s mind takes a moment to register the hug.. and a vague blurry memory pops up in her head. One of someone she can’t seem to recognize.. but it’s one that seems important… She can’t fully make out who it is.. nor why she remembers them.. all she can really see from it is that it’s a purple cat that’s slightly shorter than her.

Something in her subconscious eventually tells her it was a friend. A close friend. And that they are no longer in this dimension… she tries to remember more.. thinking more and more about the friendly cat she cannot name… after a few moments, and with Knuckles still hugging her, the chaos emeralds glow brightly and there’s a flash of light.. Then Amy and Knuckles are gone…

The two emeralds drop to the ground of Amy’s house. They were not brought with Amy and Knuckles..

((For the record, Amy and Knuckles are not gone permanently.. sorta… they’re going to be reset and come back to the Sub. This was just so I can bring Amy over to something else. And Knuckles is tagging along.))

((Yes I got permission to use Knuckles in this))

She occasionally launches green orbs of chaos energy into the sky, making them explode like fireworks. But aside from that, she simply stares at the sky and stars… seeming.. calm. Calmer than she has been in days….

Interact?

Amy stands in green hill, the wind calmly blowing past her as she blankly stares out into the distance. She blinks a few times before looking around. Everything is so.. peaceful, relaxing, and calming. A stark difference to how everything has felt for her in the past day.

She looks at her hands for a moment and is a bit confused. Her weighted bracelets are off; all 4 of them. She doesn’t think much of it though, it’s not like that’s something impossible. She probably took them off for a bit and forgot. She stops looking at her hands and starts to walk.

As she walks, she takes in all of her surroundings. Nothings out of the ordinary, the hills appearing the same as they normally do. Except.. she notices that she isn’t hearing anything but the rushing of the wind and her own footsteps and even her heartbeat. She doesn’t hear even the faintest sound of a flicky or any of the animals that reside here. Filling her with a sense of unease that she quickly brushes off. Everything seems so calm, why should she worry?

She continues walking, glancing around her every now and then in case she hears or sees an animal. But… she sees and hears nothing new. This continues to make her more uneasy, but at the same time she continues to brush it off. Everything seems fine, so it must be fine.. right?

After what feels like an hour of this, Amy eventually spots something fast rushing in the distance.. A blue blur… She immediately assumes it to be Sonic, so she takes off running to where she saw him. He eventually shows up in her vision again, this time closer but still too far to make out his features as he runs into a forested area, Amy following as fast as she can.

Once she’s in the forest, she begins looking for him. After a while, she sees a clearing through the leaves, as well as a blue figure. She rushes through the trees towards the clearing.

“Sonic! There you are! Wait for meee!!!” She yells out.

She finally makes it into the clearing, leaping out towards Sonic. She grabs onto him, hugging as she normally would for a split second before noticing something.. she wasn’t hugging soft warm fur and quills like she had expected… she was hugging onto cold hard steel…. Metal Sonic.

It throws her off and onto the ground, knocking the wind out of Amy before she stares up in pure HORROR. Metal Sonic stares back at her, traces of blood and fur on his hands from flickys. Amy attempts to summon her hammer, but Metal lunges at her before she can, grabbing and throwing her against a tree faster than she could ever hope to react. She hits hard and falls to the ground, her body in extreme pain all over as blood slowly trickles down her face and arms from impact wounds.

She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath and attempts to get up, hoping to run. But before she can even move shes picked up off the ground by metal in a flash, and in the next moment she feels several sharp pains in her abdomen, causing her to scream out in absolute agony. Metal had stabbed her with its hand, blood quickly rushing out of the wound as Metal pulls its hand out of her. It drops Amy to the ground with a loud thud, blood quickly staining her clothes and the ground where she lays. She feebly tries to move, but can’t. She takes in short, raspy, and rugged breaths, her vision blurring as she bleeds out on the hard ground. Using all of her energy, she looks up, seeing metal Sonic standing over her, its hand drenched in her blood… Amy drops her head to the ground as she no longer has the energy to keep looking up. Her eyes slowly close. She can no longer hear anything but her blood rushing and her heartbeat. UIntil she blacks out.. and her heartbeat stops……

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Amy is jolted awake. She sits up and looks around, hyperventilating and sweating profusely as her vision flashes blurry repeatedly. Her heart beats rapidly; panic overwhelming her before eventually realizing she’s in her bed. Slowly but surely calming down.

Tears form in her eyes and flow down her face as she struggles to control her breathing. She lays back down, hugging her pillow tightly as she cries into it.

She does stop crying eventually, getting her breathing under control and calming down somewhat. But, she doesn’t try to go to sleep again tonight…

Shes afraid to……

Amy stands in her kitchen, staring blankly at the stove. On top of it is a pot with noodles. Shes cooking some food for herself, just simple spaghetti. She already has the rest of what she needs ready, she’s just waiting on the noodles to finish.

She hears the sound of flickys outside and turns to look at her window, seeing a few flickys flying around in her garden. Normally she’d go and talk with them for a while, but she doesn’t have the energy to do any of that right now. She turns back to the stove, noticing that the noodles are finally done. She makes a plate and puts whatever’s left in her fridge, then she walks to what would be her living room and sits down to eat. After she’s finished and washes the dishes, Amy goes back to the living room to sit down again.

She sits there for a while before getting up and waking to a door. She doesn’t have many, most of her house is open, except for this one room. She opens the door and walks in. A single light bulb illuminates the small room, albeit poorly as the rooms still dark. In front of Amy are a few shelves that are mostly empty. But she doesn’t pay any attention to them, instead turning to another door in the small room. she walks up to the door and opens it, walking inside before closing it.

She holds out one of her hands, slightly unstsble green chaos energy emits out of it, giving a glow that just barely lets Amy see. In front of her is a table with a lighter and a candle, along with two picture frames that she can’t make out and an empty glass. She grabs the lighter, lighting up the candle before setting the lighter back down. Now she can see the pictures better.

The glass used to hold the flower that was meant for Sonic, but it’s been long dead. And as for the pictures. They’re the same faded and torn pictures from before. One with Amy and her friends, Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic. And the other is the singular image of Sonic smiling, the frames glass destroyed from when she slammed it onto the table months ago. She stares at the photos for a long while, her eyes starting to well up. She doesn’t know what Tails or Knuckles are up to, although she has an extreme fear of what might’ve happened… the one she does know about though.. is Sonic….

When she had arrived here, she had nothing. Her friends all in her original world. They soon had come to this world too, and Amy had also made other friends. She was finally starting to feel happy again after everything she’s been put through. She had friends, her house, peace, and finally got to spend time with her Sonic. Even sleeping and cuddling under the beautiful stars with him the day before she got her house back.

But now… she feels as if she’s right back to where she started.. if not worse… she doesn’t know what any of her friends are doing or how many are even alive now.. She collapses on the ground, sitting against the wall and curling up to her knees as she cries profusely. Sonic had faded to dust before her eyes.. all because of that… MONSTER who thought erasing half the world’s population would bring “balance”….

She would continue to cry for what felt like hours before eventually stopping. She slowly gets up, just barely keeping herself together before turning to look at the pictures again. Her eyes immediately well up again before she blows out the candle and practically drags herself out of the room. Crying once again.

She doesn’t care to shut the door as she rushes to the bathroom. Once there, she grabs onto the sink, subconsciously trying not to break it. She stares down, shaking a bit as tears drop into the sink. Sparks of her unstable dark red chaos energy crackle around her; she’s unable to contain it in her unstable emotional state.

After several minutes, Amy finally calms down; her tears dried up as she slowly looks up into the mirror. Her eyes are filled with sadness and heartbreak; her body heavy with emotion. She feels… like she’s breaking.. like she’s not herself anymore. She stares at the mirror for a long time. She doesn’t see her old self anymore.. the happy, optimistic, bubbly girl.. reduced to nothing but an exhausted, unstable, and depressed shell of herself…

She slowly walks out of the bathroom, memories of everything she’s been through playing in her mind and how it’s all cultivated to her current state. As usual, the worst of those memories being that of Castle Absolution… until the fresh memory of Sonic fading into dust begins to play.. Amy refuses to see it again, pushing it away and out of her mind as she takes her weights off and lays down in her bed, staring at the ceiling. she’s tired.. of everything…..

Eventually Amy falls asleep… her exhaustion finally taking over..