Journal Entries of Amy Rose
Found on the evening of January 1st, 2010 and sent in same day for testing. Thanks to Mystic Ruins Biohazard Lab for testing the paper. —
January 1st, 2010—
I went out and bought this journal for you. Its hardcover and I have two copies of the key that fits in the small padlock dangling lifelessly from the side. I went out and bought this journal for you. For you. You. You . . . .
I remember each of your perfect features, and here they are in order (that I noticed them):
Ears,
Forest-green eyes,
Perfectly blended peach-and-tan muzzle,
Thin, yet muscular body,
Strong arms,
Snow white gloves,
Shiny red shoes.
I think I am obsessed with you. With you. You. You . . . .
I will write about you every day. Observe you. Memorize your voice, style, movements. Everything about you. About you. You. You . . . .
Yesterday. The New Year's Eve party. You looked at me. Smiled at me. Did you mean it? Were you pretending?
This decision . . . my life . . . . What do you think it means to have a friend? It means everything. Everything to me. Casual to others, but everything to me. To me. Me. Me . . . .
Hidden Cameras' Recordings
Recorded on January 1st, 2010 courtesy of Discoveries Inc for hidden cameras in Twinkle Park and Station Square. —
"Did you see that girl with the red strapless dress and pink quills? At the party last night?"
"Of course! I smiled at her to see if she'd come over, but she just blushed and walked away."
"Sonic! She likes you! Those are the signs that she likes you! Didn't you notice! You should deliver her some roses! I have a feeling that's her favorite kind . . . somehow . . . ."
"Tails, you know the first thing I'd do would be deliver flowers to her doorstep, but I . . . I never got her address! No phone number or even an e-mail!"
"We'll find out somehow! Um . . . When she got to the party, she came from the left. She was walking. She talked to a friend the entire time. Cute cream-colored bunny. She—"
"You like Cream, don't you, Tails?"
"That's her name? How sweet!"
"Tails! Stop blushing! What else? About that pink beauty that I'll make mine?"
"I don't know . . . . Ooh! She also left with the bunny—Cream."
"All right! A plan!"
"What? What?"
"We'll go to Cream's house and ask about her pretty pink friend. See if we can find an address some way . . . ."
". . .?"
"I know where Cream lives. Her parents have lived around here for a long time. And don't think I like her, Tails! The next thing I need is a fox trying to win over Cream and push me back!"
"YES! LET'S GO GET CREAM!"
"Tails! People are staring. Be quieter, please!"
"I mean, 'let's go get Cream' . . . ."
Unknown Audio Recording
Recovered and mailed in January 1st, 2010 from anonymous resident of the island of Northern Mystic Ruins. —
This is Amy Rose speaking. To you, blue hedgehog. Love of my life. My whole life. Can you her me?
This cassette tape should be in your tape player now. Delivered in an opaque bag in a metal box in a cardboard box. I gave you the combination to the metal box. It's under your bed. Remember finding it now? Scared? Don't be.
Found me? My remains? Too late? Did I send the tapes too early? Should I have used something sharper? Are you shaking? Did you ever want to be with me? Pah! No one did! Why did you smile at me yesterday? Do you know? Do you remember? Do you remember now? I know it may be asking a little much for a stranger, but I entrust these directions to you. Because I know you are curious enough to follow these:
If I am dead, send me in a metal box to Mystic Ruins Funeral Center with a note stuck on tight to the box that reads: FINGOW387S-EX8E3 and they will know what to do with me. Or what will be left of me.
If I am alive, please try to save me. Do your best. Spend all money possible. Use a professional doctor. Whatever you do, don't give in. If you hear the long beep on the heart-thingy machine, say "UP YOURS TECHNOLOGY!" and give me CPR or something like that. I am not dead until my time is up. And my time may damn well still be going on, as far as I know, so don't kill me or suffocate if you can help it. It WILL MAKE a difference . . . .
But, stranger listening to me, blue stranger who may save me: Until I see you in heaven flying with me through the clouds with magnificent large wings, or in the hospital room crying on my shoulder, thinking I was dead, I bid you farewell, but not permanently. For sure this time.
Farewell.
Permanently?
No.
For sure.
Positively.
Farewell.
Not permanently.
Thank you.