As usual, I own only Kaity the Chameleon, Waffle the Fox owns Waffle the Fox, and all else belongs to SEGA/Sonic Team.
Chapter 1: Here Comes The Thriller
Amy Rose was putting away dishes from her dinner of Mac & Cheese and ham when she heard a soft creak. It didn't scare her, she was used to noises she described to Cream as 'the house settling down for the night.' Then her phone rang.
"Hello? Rose Residence." Amy said cheerfully. She heard a voice she didn't respond say the strangest thing to her; well, actually, it sang to her...
Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed
Amy quickly hung up the phone. "That was weird." She said. She looked up to the clock, almost midnight. "Time for sleep now." She said nervously, thinking of what she had just heard. She made for the stairs, passing an open window. Amy quickly shut it and looked out into the outside world, a bright and beautiful full moon. 'I wish my Sonic was here.' She thought dreamily. Her thoughts of her and Sonic lying under the moonlight were shattered by sudden movement across the street. The next verse comes to her mind;
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
She shook it away quickly. Then she saw the shape moves closer to her house, she felt her heart stop, she tried to scream as it drew closer but nothing came from her mouth.
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
Now she stood frozen in her place, staring at the on-coming shape, more lyrics came
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed.
Amy was paralyzed and she knew it. She tried to break the spell and run for her room, but no avail. All the pink hedgehog could do was watch it was it made it's way to her door. 'Did I lock my door!?' she thought, hysterically wishing the answer was 'yes'. It was unlocked, and the creature made their way over to the paralyzed Amy. "Please go away! Don't kill me!" She cried as the figure raised a knife high above its head. Whoever it was was only a few inches taller then Amy herself. "Who are you!?" Amy screamed as the knife came down and all went black.
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"Just call me 'The Thriller'." He smiled. With that, he set up the crime scene; he knocked over a lamp, a small table, toppled the pink love seat, and destroyed most of the living room. Thriller looked at his handiwork, the whole living room in shambles, pictures torn down from the wall and thrown across the room, glass objects smashed, and furniture torn. 'Looks like a good struggle Amy.' He silently complemented. And left his soon-to-be trademark things, a message written in blood, and a small radio with his self-appointed theme song in and on repeat. "Good luck detectives." He said, waving a dismissing hand at the tattered room as he walked out.
If you can guess who wrote the song being used then you get a high-five! Keep reading with the next chapter of The Thriller, Two Hits, One Night. Holy Jeez, I sacred myself re-reading this.