WarriorAngelGirl

Ch. 6 Amy's POV 'I thought he was dead..' "Where am I?" I refrain from jumping at his deep voice; it isn’t much different from hearing a ghost. ” ‘Of course he wouldn't know where we are. He came from the other dimension. But could this really be him?’ "Shadow.. Is that really you?" He furrows his brow. "Aren't you.. Amy Rose?" I smile and nod. It's him, no doubt. "Yeah, that's me. And you’re in Möbius, my home dimension." He looks around before walking back towards the trees, and I follow him cautiously. He doesn't know his way around here; I know he can take care of himself, but I feel like I should offer

Soft morning light streams in through a slit in between the bedroom curtains. A pair of crimson eyes slowly open, blinking away the sweet, heavy sensation of sleep. H carefully rolls over, facing the pink form of his wife lying beside him. His eyes feast themselves on her delicate face, still holding the blissful expression of sleep. Trailing down her body, his gaze falls on her large belly, rising and falling gently. Slipping out of bed, he quietly leaves their bedroom. He walks down the hallway in his bare feet, stopping when he reaches the kitchen. A deep humm is emitted from his chest as he stands in front of his food pantry, searching fo

Ch. 5 Acquaintance Amy's POV "How would you like to examine an intact Eggman ship, Tails?" I know he won't be able to resist. "Do you mean to tell me that you kicked Eggman out of one of his bases?!" He shouts through the phone and I flinch; "Yeah, but don't tell anyone just like before, ok?" Silence is my answer. "Tails..." I use a warning voice. "Why are you being so secretive? You are acting like some kind of fugitive. No one is going to come and get you if they find out about your powers, Amy." I take a deep breath; he still doesn't get it and I can't totally explain yet, because I'm just figuring the situation out myself. "We don't know

Chapter 4    Hunt Part 2 Normal POV The smells emitted by the sewer were enough to curl a person's nose hair, but the pink was able to ignore it and focus on the search ahead of her. She waits by the manhole above her for her eyesight to adjust to the darkness. This section of sewer has been left in major disrepair as the city obviously does not have the money to pay for upkeep. Taking slow, cautious steps Amy peers through the unending blackness away from her original entrance. Believing she is alone, she picks up her pace and takes in her surroundings more actively. Coming to a three way split in her path, she continues her little expeditio

Ch. 4   Hunt Part 1 Amy's POV I gasp, sitting straight up in bed. "*pant pant* It's been... years... since I've had that nightmare! Why now?" I state to no one in particular. I touch my face; no marks there, not anymore. There is a small crown of cold sweat on my forehead, and I swipe it off with the back of my hand. I breathe in my mouth, out my nose. Over and over. "Calm down. That is never going to happen ever again. Just a dream." I murmur to myself, wishing it WAS just a dream. Sniffing the musty air of the apartment, I slide my legs out from under the covers and walk over to the window. Pulling the scratchy curtains slightly aside, I op

Chapter 3 Nightmare Normal POV A pink blur whizzes through the jungle in the direction of the constantly dilapidated Mobotropolis, making good time to its destination. By the afternoon she is only a few miles away. Suddenly, a distressful voice is heard. "Heeeelllp Meeee! Heeeelllllp M~ *urgl blarch bllb* Amy's POV I stopped running. What was that?! Wait,... "help me.... help me..." a voice is calling, but I can tell it is getting increasingly farther away. It sounds like a child! I take off towards the direction I last heard it coming from, worrying for whoever it was out there. Seconds after my search started, I find myself in front of a w

Chapter 2 Derelict Normal POV The next morning As she wakes up, Amy hears rain wildly pattering against her bedroom window. She yawns and stretches her arms above her head. Then Amy folds her sheets, comforter, and pillows, proceeding to store them in Hammer Space. She dresses herself and enters her kitchen, her feet silently padding on the tile. Amy pours orange juice in a small glass and helps herself to the last of her food. After she finishes, the pink hedgehog inspects her home for the last time, making sure that she had not missed anything of importance. Amy's POV Sighing, I look out the window again, dreading when I have to go out. 'I