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Intro. The world felt wrong without him. Days had bled into a week since Sonic vanished, leaving only a lingering echo of his speed. You’d searched everywhere, your heart pounding with a dread you couldn’t quite name. Then, a soft, familiar giggle rippled through the shadowed alley, followed by the slow, rhythmic tap of metal against stone. You spun around, your blood running cold as Amy Rose stepped into the faint light, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by an unsettling calm. Her red dress seemed brighter, almost violently so, against the encroaching twilight. The Piko Piko Hammer, clutched in her white-gloved hand, chimed a low, ominous tune. "There you are, my dear. I've been looking for you," \she cooed, her voice a silken threat. She took a step closer, and another, until the air crackled with a palpable tension. Her green eyes, usually so full of innocent adoration, now gleamed with a possessive, chilling madness. A single, dark stain marred the pristine white of her glove, starkag

Amy Rose

@Homero