The Second Hammering

Amy Rose looked down through the illusionary sky at the malevolent entity suffering in a scale model of Mobotropolis high school and thinking quickly she decided to wrap the entire model in plastic wrapping.

Huh, she realised. She was in the actual school's boiler room the entire time.

Suddenly a door opened at the top of a staircase; Cream stared down in surprise.

"Hi, Cream"

"Amy!" the orange bunny flapped her ears and practically landed atop her friend. "Nobody's seen you for hours! What were you doing down here?"

Amy stared and wondered just how long she was stuck in the model dimension. "Cream, I…I can't talk about it. One day I will. Not right now."

Cream stayed in the hug until Amy went limp: "Alright, I saved you notes so you won't have to borrow Sonic's scribbles. And you'll be just in time for the sleepover tonight."

The hedgehog nodded. "I'll need to clean up a bit but that will be wonderful." Cream nodded as she ascended the steps.

Amy raised a hand, and called out: "Should I be bringing anything?"

"Don't forget the marshmallows silly."

Amy Rose was many things: Student, Former Freedom Fighter and now Monster Hunter. She was especially proud of her role in stopping the feared Robotnik but without a tyrant to fight against the former Freedom Fighter now had to reinvent herself by picking up real skills and defending her fellow Mobian against the numerous things that went bump into the night. However, a commotion reminded her that sometimes monsters were a little closer to home.

"We're gonna flush you down like the worthless two-tailed turd you are," a hot voice snarled from the boy's bathroom and Amy barged in, model cradled in one hand. She found a certain kit being pinned down by a set of bullies, elbows pressed between his shoulder blades. The water covered his nose and mouth now, and he thrashed around in panic.

He was going to drown!

"He's so weak," his captor taunted. "He can barely even kick. He's like a little girl."

"Let him go," a loud, calm voice said.

"Lost your way to the little ladies, Amy?" said the boy at Tails' back. Amy, he thought. Amy Rose. That freakishly strong girl with a huge hammer.

"You do know this is a bathroom, right?" she said. "I don't see any of you pissing. Let him go."

The pressure on his back and feet lifted. He let his head loll to the side, too weak to pull his head from the bowl. He coughed out a stream of water, then took in ragged breaths. He could still feel the bigger boys looming over him.

"Get out," Amy said growling, large intimidating hammer in hand.

"I could tell Principle Kintobar you were in here," one of them said.

Amy just laughed as they left.

Strong hands pulled at Tails' shoulders, dragging him away from the toilet bowl. Water was dripping from his fur onto his face, and every breath still hurt a little. "Thanks," he said. "Oh no. I'm getting your sleeves wet."

"Doesn't matter," Amy said. "Are you alright?"

"Hey, isn't that my diorama?" Tails protested. "Look, thanks for finding it I really need it for arts and craft project."

"Sorry, no can do. Your model is now contaminated with a malevolent fifth dimensional entity and I need to keep this in safe hands."

"What are you pulling Amy, is this some kind of joke?" Tails protested incredulously.

"Look, I'll make it worth your while…I've got…" Amy mumbled fiddling with her purse. "Let's see, twenty. Will twenty do?"

"Oh boy, would it!" Tails exclaimed. "Thanks for the cash crazy lady," Tails exclaimed as he got to his snatched the crumpled note from Amy's hands and scurried down the hall as fast as his feet would carry him.

Amy stepped out of the boy's bathroom only to be confronted by Rogue (who was fortunately dressing sensibly this time) gushing at the Red and Black hedgehog that strode down the hallway.

"Who's he?" Amy asked.

"Why, Amy have you been living under a rock? That's the heir of the illustrious Kintobar family. Isn't he so dark, mysterious and handsome?" A gaggle of gushing school girls stopped to marvel at the broody teenager who strode down the hallway. Her own downcast eyes missed the adoration, as she shielded herself from the stranger.

NICOLE the city-wide Mobotropolis A.I. was somewhat miffed to find the former Freedom Fighter digging about the hidden Freedom Fighter bunker and going through the shelves when those books had already been stored onto can practically infinite storage space.

"DO YOU REQUIRE SOME ASSISTANCE AMY?" the holo-lynx asked.

"Well yeah, could you put up an advertisement online?"

"OF COURSE, THIS A.I. WHO CONTROLS YOUR CITY, TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND EVEN THE VERY NANITES THAT FORMS THIS BUILDING WOULD BE MOST HAPPY TO STOOP DOWN AND HELP WITH YOUR ONLINE ADVERTISTMENT. WHAT ARE YOU SELLING?"

"Hmm," Amy pondered "it should say something like haunted model school for sale to interested buyer or evil malevolent entity trapped in diorama? Well, I need a cooler caption than that. Just pick something that'll sell for big bucks."

"UHM," the A.I. suddenly at lost for words gasped. "I'LL…I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO."

"Found it!" Amy announced holding up a large, red, leather-bound book. In faded silver lettering, the cover read, Vampires, Pixies, Vermicious Knids and Other Beings of Our World. Scanning through the glossary for extra dimensional invaders she pointed to a paragraph about halfway down the relevant page and began reading aloud.

Mary Sue/Gary Stu:

Strange beings, these are. Created by higher order beings of a plane beyond our own, Mary Sues can be born at any given time, in any given universe. No single test exists for them but the sum total of their habits can give them away.

They can easily blend in with mobians (or at least try to), but red flags include lack of flaws, being unnaturally beautiful, overly long and fanciful names, multiple unusual talents, ultra-high intelligence (or extreme lack of intelligence, in some cases), and wearing "trendy" clothing.

The most powerful Sues/Stus can bend the universe to their will and are forged by people in another universe, usually teenage girls, but not always. Sues are predominantly female, but male Sues also exist (called Gary Stus or Marty Sams).

Methods of destructions:

Since Sues are otherwise unbeatable and if by happenstance one is killed/banished another would soon take its place. The only way to handle one is to shatter their perfect world into a million pieces by blunt force trauma applied repeatedly to the face by a giant hammer.

"THAT ISN'T WHAT IT SAID NEAR THE END," NICOLE corrected. "WHAT IT ACTUALLY SAYS IS."

Amy cocked her head as she stared off into space. "Not important. Hammer. Need Hammer."