"Mother, should I build the wall?"

- Pink Floyd

(Gentleman likes quote.)

Nobody's Home

"Sonic."

"Sonic."

"Sonic."

"SONIC!"

"What's happening!? Eggman, I'm coming for you!", yelled our rudely awoken blue-color hero.

Sonic rolled off his futon and thought, "Who was that yelling? Anyway, gotta save the wor-"

He sees the situation he has awoken to. In his room was candles (Chili Dog scented), "Something About Us" by Caft Hunk filled the room with melodic sounds, and a certain pink hedgehog wearing just an manila-colored bra with nothing less, nothing more. thinks it compliments well with her pink skin.)

"Good evening, good-lookin."

"Well um...geez... hi.", stammered the usually confident hedgehog.

Umm...what have you done to my room? Better question, why are you in my apartment?", he said with a air of impatience.

"Isn't it obvious?", she said while playing with her bra strap. She laughed.

"We haven't had sex in awhile, you know..."

"We haven't?"

Sonic is now staring at Amy's breasts with the look of a hungry animal.

Amy notices and unstraps the bra. The breasts of the pink hedgehog were the last straw for the male instincts of Sonic.

"No,no,no.", she said as she wiggled her ring finger.

"First, read this."

She pulled out a sealed envelope from our of her purse.

Sonic nodded and opened it but every so often looked back her. She smiled back. It was so close...

It read:

Dear Sonic,

Hello. Sorry to interrupt the passionate, steamy foreplay you were just having. But this is of utmost importance. I actually killed Amy a week ago. What you are "doing" is going through my patent-pending Reality/Dimension/Dream Machine made with cooperation with Dr. Neo Cortex, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and Dr Cortex's assistant, Dr. . It is a personal Hell of one week is what you are going through. Seven days, seven friends DEAD. The name is Gentleman. I'm a figment of David's imagination. I have a lot of powers. I can break the 4th wall, talk in David's Fanfictions, participate in Role-playing etc. etc. I will really enjoy playing with you. Anyway, have a good day. Or whatever "days" are in the machine.

From,

Gentleman

P.S I really appreciate that you will not try Super Sonic. You are in a distorted reality. Distorted means unstable. Last time... well just don't do it. Have fun!

Sonic, reeling from the sudden onset of information, blacks out. Before blacking out, he hears from "Amy" singing in a unnatural high-pitched sing-song voice:

"Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back."

¡HI HO!

Gentleman politely demands a review form every one who reads and also read his master's other story, 2 BE OR NAUGHT 2 BE. Gentleman will watch you..