Sonic hated the color pink. That is why pink is Scourges favorite color. Because Scourge is everything Sonic is not. Sonic may run from women but Scourge runs towards them.
One day when Scourge was wondering around he saw the prettiest hedgehog he ever seen. Her pink fur, red dress and green eyes. All his favorite colors. He had to have her.
Scourge, "Hey babe. Does a nice-looking attractive girl like you have a name?"
The pink hedgehog blushed. She could believe such a handsome Hedgehog was talking to her.
Pink hedgehog, "My name's Rosy."
Scourge, "Rosy eh. Well a pretty name, with even a pretty face."
Rosy blushed even more and began to slightly sweat.
Rosy, "Thank you. You're so kind. What is your name?"
Scourge, "The name's Scourge."
Rosy, "Scourge? I like it. You know you're kind of cute."
Scourge, "Yeah baby. I know."
Rosy, "Scourge, do you want to be my friend?"
Scourge now began to blush.
Scourge, "Of course baby."
Rosy, "Come on let's go back to my house."
Rosy grabbed Scourge by the hand and started pulling him to her house. Scourge didn't like to be led. He was use to being the leader.
Scourge, "Hey babe. Stop pulling. One thing I Can't stand is being dragged along."
Rosy looked at Scourge.
Rosy, "Scourgy Pourgy poo. You look so cute when you're upset."
She grabbed both his checks. Scourge thought her touch felt kind of nice. He relaxed a little. Then she squeezed his checks, hard.
Scourge, "OWE! What's the big deal?"
Rosy, "I SAID YOU LOOK CUTE WHEN YOU'RE UPSET! NOW LOOK CUTE."
Rosy squeezed harder. Scourge howled and his eyes watered.
Rosy, "There, much better, Cutesy putesy.
Scourge, "You're crazy."
Scourge shoved her and ran.
Rosy, "Hey! That was mean."
She began to cry. Then foamed at the mouth.
Rosy, "Where are you going? COME BACK HERE MY CREAMY PIE."
Rosy chased Scourge. Scourge could have easily escaped her but he made the mistake of stopping to turn around to see how far she was away.
In that instant Rosy's swung a crushing blow with her hammer into Scourge's leg, making a cracking sound. Scourge fell to the ground.
Scourge felt a deep itching deep inside his leg then a burning. He sat up to look at it. His leg was broke worse bent and mangled. Then the pain really began to intensify. His leg felt like it was dipped in boiling oil.
Scourge screamed. He began to heave. As he stared in horror at his leg his heaves turned to choking sobs. Tears were pouring down his face. Snot was running down his nose. He screamed again and franticly sobbed.
Like a lost child he grabbed on to Rosy. He tugged at her dress. He stared at her with a look of desperation and worried stricken, tears and snot still running down. He looked at his leg and then back at her. He made as to speak but all he could do was heave and make "uh, uh uh," sounds. He tugged at her dress again looked at his leg and back at her. Then he let out a loud cry. He wrapped his arms around her legs, buried his face into her skirt and sobbed. Rosy patted him on the head.
Rosy, "There, There, I got you."