A.N. I...I honestly don't know what I just wrote.
"She awake?"
"Yeah, your highness."
"Don't call me that."
"Sorry, Sally-girl."
"Anyways..." A female squirrel stood tall and proud, yet anxiousness graced her features. This was Sally Alicia Acorn, princes- no, Queen of New Mobotropolis, originally known as the quaint village of Knothole. Sally was a young, modest queen of 21 years, ruling her kingdom with great justice and a peaceful atmosphere flowed in the very oxygen in the town. Her eyes darted left and right, nervously waiting to see an old friend, whom they've found lying unconscious a long way from the walls of Acorn, looking scorched and beaten to near-death. Her light brown-furred lips began to move, alternating from biting her lower lip and shutting tightly as if to withhold a scream. "Is she alright?"
"Abso-tutely, Sal-gal. No need for ya'll ta be such a worrywart."
"I was not."
"Whateva floats your boat, princess." The rabbit answered back, though the 'insult' meant no harm, it seemed even friendlier accompanied by the ringing of her Southern accent. The rabbit, or rather, Rabbot, was none other than missus Bunnie Rabbot D'Coolette. The hare leaned back on the clean white walls of the local pharmacy and clinic run by their very own mother-hen, Vanilla. The lop-eared bunny was always glad to help whenever someone was ill, and Bunnie's dear husband joked "You love ze taking care of others so much, den why do you not open a hospital, non?" which Vanilla gladly took as a suggestion.
The chestnut squirrel and the blonde hare turned as a sweet, soft voice called out to them from a door previously closed. "She's ready for you, dears. Be careful with her, she's in a fragile state."
"Thank you so much Vanilla, but it's been so long...Do you think she'll recognize us still?" Sally giggled softly. "Will she still hate me?"
"Of course not, your highness. She was just the jealous type back then, she looks all grown up now too..." Vanilla sighed, she obviously treated 'her' like another daughter, besides her own Cream. But the lop-ear was like a mother for everyone, really.
"Well, what 'er we doin' standin' around here for? Let's go!" The cyborg enthusiastically suggested, hands waving in the air then lowering to push the Queen inside the room with Vanilla quickly stepping away to her left and closing the door.
The two friends looked in front of them, wide-eyed in wonder at the hedgehog lying weakly in the pristine chrome bed, waist below hidden in a clean, white sheet.
"H-hi." The hedgehog laughed slightly, only to end up in a fit of coughs, but nevertheless still grinning in excitement. The squirrel and the cyborg looked at each other with blank expressions of thought, smiled, and ran to the bed to give their guest a big hug.
"C'mere you!"
"Don't you dare scare us like that again, Amy Rose!"
The two stopped their laughter once they realized the other was not responding, just staring blankly into space, her emerald green eyes suddenly dimming.
"Amy? You with us, girl?" The blonde questioned, slightly stirred by her strange expression, then smiled again when the pink hedgehogette shook her head and laughed.
"Never better! I just strangely felt a moment of revelation when you said my name."
The three stared at each other for a few seconds, then: "You're so weird, you know that?"
"Some things nevah change, baby girl!"
A.N.