Me- 'kicks the door and walks in' Okay, today Shadow and Amy isn't here today because of being busy and all. So all I could bring today is Sonic today. 'scowls'

'Sonic runs in the room and winks at the audience'

Sonic- Hi guys! 'waves cheerfully'

Me- 'growls' Shut up, blue blur.

Sonic- Geez, no need to be so cold now, AJ. 'chuckles'

Me- 'groans' Why him? 'mutters'

Sonic- By the way, AJ. 'looks at me while I sat on my chair'

Me- What? 'I opened my laptop'

Sonic- Why did you make me and the others do those bad things to Ames? 'pouts'

Me- Because I don't like you and I like 'Amy got kicked out' fanfics and junk.

Sonic- Aww! Now I can't talk to Ames thanks to you. 'glares at me like a child'

Me- 'evilly laughs' Hehehehehe~ Serves you right. You don't deserve her!

Sonic- WHAT?

Me- Guys, please review and give some advice on my writing, Hope u enjoy my chap! 'winks'

'presses the publish button before Sonic could say more'


Chapter 12 - Talking About Mary Sues And Meeting A Biker Guy

I sighed as I stared at my ceiling. I wore a white T-shirt that has a Mob Psycho 1000 logo on it, and a pair of knee-length shorts. I silently closed my eyes, leaning on my couch as I heard the boring news.

"Well, it seems like next week we are going to have a heavy rain—We politely interrupt this program for some breaking news,"

My cat-like ears perked up. I opened my eyes and turned to my side facing the TV.

"My name is Shelly Cat, today we are here in the local streets of Station Square. There appeared to be an attempt of kidnapping last night, but when the police arrived at the scene they saw the kidnappers all unconscious and injured; however the victims are not and are perfectly safe." she said.

I blanched and stared at my leg, which was wrapped in bandages. When I arrived home yesterday, I was lucky that Yami isn't home. I managed to remove the bullet (which is unbelievably painful) and disinfect the wound.

"—Tell me, Ms. Reyes. Do you still remember what happened last night before you and your siblings got kidnapped?" Shelly asked the fifteen year old girl, who has strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.

"I-I think so... Before the guys are going to put my siblings and I in their truck, s-somebody shot one of them out of nowhere w-when they approached my brother. After that, someone appeared a-and beat them up with a metal pole before we fainted." she stuttered.

"Do you recall the stranger's appearance?" Shelly asked.

"M-Maybe... I-I think she's a mobian hedgehog? H-Her fur is purple and half of her face was covered. She even wore a black hoodie, which make it hard for me to tell if her eyes are black."

"Anything else you like to add?" Shelly raised a brow.

The girl shook her head, "No, that's all I could say."

"Well there you have it, folks! Seems like we have ourselves a mysterious vigilante," she stood up straight as she held the microphone, "My name is Shelly Cat, daily news reporter of Mobius News Network."

I changed the channel to Cartoon Network. I groaned and did a facepalm.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot! Now look what you did," I mentally scolded myself.

"Now the police is going to hunt me down," I muttered as I stood up. I headed to my kitchen with a slight limp and opened my fridge. I got myself a can of Sprite and drank it.

RIIINNNNGGGG!

I jumped and almost spilled my soda when the telephone rang. I limped slightly to the living room and picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Daye's residence. How may I help you?" I said through the phone.

"Milady?"


(Yami's POV)

"Milady?" I said through the phone.

"Yami, is that you?"

"Yes, milady."

I heard my mistress sighed in the background, "Dude, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me by my name or my nickname?"

I blushed in embarrassment, "About... Twenty-nine times..."

I saw Amy covered her mouth, trying so hard to keep her laughter. I glared at her while she gave me a teasing look before snorting a chuckle.

That woman is going to be the death of me.

"Right..."

I chuckled sheepishly, "I'll try to call you by your name often, mila-I mean, L-Lyra..." I stuttered. I'm really not used to calling my master/mistress by their first names, even when I'm supposed to be undercover.

"Good, because you're my friend, Yami. You're like a big brother to me, so it will be weird if you keep calling me in fancy titles."

I stiffled a laugh, I could have sworn she was pouting.

"Are you pouting, mil—Lyra?" I teased.

"Yes..." she mumbled.

I chuckled as my mistress stuttered out protests in the phone.

"A-Anyway! Why did you call me for? You need something, Yami?"

I blinked and finally remembered, "Ah yes! I hope you don't mind, but what are your favorite colors again?"

"Purple, blue, and black. Why?"

I gulped silently hearing the suspiscious tone in her voice, "J-Just asking..."

"Okay... I have a big hunch no matter how much I ask you, you won't budge. So how many more questions you want to ask me, dear sir?" she said in her weird accent.

"Well, what kind of music you like? I only know you like alternative rock and classical music,"

"Well, I also like Pop-Punk, Remixes, Dubstep, R&B, J-Rock, J-Pop, and sometimes regular Pop and K-Pop."

"I see..." I nodded.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, and this is the last. I assure you," I said and gulped silently, "What kind of... dresses you like to wear?" I asked slowly.

Silence fills the air creating an unpleasant atmosphere.

"..."

"..."

"Milady?" I uttered. I held the collar of my blue V-shirt in nervousness, while cold sweat slid on my neck.

"That's... An interesting question, Yami... You know, I don't wear dresses that much."

I silently sighed in relief and cheered that she didn't get mad, I turn my attention to the phone.

"Can you at least tell me what kind of dresses you like to wear?"

"Um, okay..." she agreed uneasily, "I like wearing long dresses that reach to my knees or ankles, along with some short or long sleeves. I hate straps and I like to keep my style modest, thank you very much!"

"Ah, I understand, milady. Sorry to bother you today,"

"No prob' and don't ask those kind of questions again so suddenly, it's weird~" she stretched out the last part.

I smiled, "I promise."

"Okay, now I gotta go. I need to do my junk now! Bye dude!"

She immediately hung up. I sighed tiredly and leaned back slowly, rubbing my face in exhaustion before sighing again.

That was stressful...

Amy smirked and sat beside me, "Well, that went well."

I scoffed and gave her phone back, "We're lucky that my lady didn't find out. She's often sharp, but tends to be dense and gullible most of the times." I muttered.

The pink hedgehog clapped her hands, "At least we got what we need!" she smiled.

I nodded, "Your right. Anyway, let's get started shall we?"

"Yes," she grinned, "We shall... OPERATION BEST BIRTHDAY PARTY EVER IS A GO!" she screamed.

I flinched at the high volume she made, "How about BBPE for short?" I suggested.

"That works too!"

I sighed, "You know, I'll appreciate it of you adjust your voice, Ms. Rose." I flatly said.

"Oh right, sorry!~" she faked a pouty look, "Now let's go!"

I groaned and let the small pink hedgehog dragged me into the city. This is going to be a long day.


(Third POV)

After sleeping in her house for four hours, Lyra decided to take an afternoon walk at Station Square downtown. She made sure she walked slowly to not open up her wound on her leg and to not look like she was limping. While walking, she silently contemplated with her thoughts. It's been days she last saw Anubis and Wolfe. Not to mention, the strange dream she received not too long ago. It bothers her...

She then stopped by to sit on a nearby bench. Is that dream really real? Was it actually a vision? Lyra sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in irritation. When she stood up and decided to head to the downtown park, she saw a small shop nearby.

"An optical shop, huh?" she muttered seeing the store's sign saying 'Hans' Eyewear'.

She didn't waste time entering the small store. When she entered the store, Lyra saw dozens of glasses displayed.

"It's been a while I went to an optical store. The last time I went when I was twelve," she thought nostalgically as she examined the glasses.

Her eyes then turned its attention to the black, cat-eye framed glasses. The frame has tints of pink, orange, and purple making almost a blending design.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Lyra turned to see a tall, old man. He has dark gray hair, dark gray mustache, tan skin, and (to her amazement) a fit physique. He wore small, black, round spectacles, a simple white shirt, dark blue pants, and black shoes.

She blinked, "Y—Yes, it is. Mind telling me what model is this?" she pointed the glasses.

He approached and stood near to her, "That's Cole Haan's BerryTurq CH ten-twenty-nine, young lady."

"I see, so are you the owner of this shop, Mister..."

"Hans," he smiled, "Hans Falmund and yes, I' am the owner of this shop since it was named after me." he laughed heartily.

Lyra chuckled, "Well, I'm Lyra Daye, sir. Are you also an optometrist, Mr. Hans?" she held out her hand for a shake.

Hans shook her hand and was a bit surprised by her firm grip, "Yes, I' am. Judging you being here, I believe you want to get yourself some prescription glasses, yes?"

She nodded, "I do, sir." she responded politely.

He laughed, "Well, let's test your sight then!"

She nodded and they headed to the counter. Hans offered her a chair, Lyra thanked the old man as she sat down. She hissed slightly, feeling pain on her leg, but quickly covered it up. Hans went to his drawers and took out a Snellen chart before hanging it on the wall.

"Okay, can you tell me which section you can't see very well?" Hans asked softly.

She squinted her eyes, "I can't see section nine, sir." she said.

He nodded and removed the Snellen chart, "Alright, now that's settled. What frames do you like?"

Lyra ignored his question and looked confused, "Wait, aren't you supposed to let me wear an eyeglass thingy that lets you measure my eyesight?" she asked curiously.

Hans blinked, "Oh you mean, the phoropter glasses? No, I don't think that's necessary, kid."

She tilts her head, "Why is that?"

"You see, most of my customers are like you. They can't see section nine in the Snellen chart, so basically you have the same measure of sight as they." he explained while he put away the Snellen chart in his drawers.

"Also, I didn't expect you to know about phoropter glasses. Tell me, is this not your first time getting yourself some prescription glasses?"

Lyra nodded her head, "This is actually my second time, sir."

Hans nodded, "That explains it. Anyway, back to the main subject. What frames do you like, young lady?" he smiled warmly.

She shyly smiled back, "Umm... I like the Berryturq CH ten-twenty-nine, please? Also, can I have my lens be the polycarbonate ones?"

"Of course! Also, excellent pick with the lens, kid. I'm impressed! You like me to add an AR coating on the lenses too?"

"Yes! I will be very happy if you did. Anyway, how much is all that?" she took out her wallet.

Hans crossed his arms in thought, "Well, the CH ten-twenty-nine frames cost a hundred and forty-five dollars due to being a popular brand. The polycarbonate lenses will be a hundred and twenty-two dollars and the AR coating will be sixty dollars." he rubbed his chin.

Lyra calculated the prices with her hands, "That will be... Two hundred, sixty-seven plus sixty..." she counted and almost gasped, "That will be three hundred and twenty-seven dollars!"

The old man rubbed his head, "I apologize for the high price, kid. If you want, I can throw in a five percent discount?"

"NO!" she exclaimed, making him jump.

"No discount, thank you very much! I can see there is some reason why the prices are high. I'll buy it." she opened her wallet and took out four hundred dollars.

"Besides, I need some change anyway." she smirked and slid the money to his counter.

Hans chuckled and took the money, "You're a funny kid. I like that... Come back later on three, I'll be done putting the lenses and adding the AR coating in a flash." he winked and gave her the change.

Lyra smiled brightly, "Thank you very much, sir! I promise I'll be back in three. See you later, Mr. Hans!"


She left the store and headed to the downtown park. It was a bit like the 'National Station Square' park except it's peaceful. She bought herself a burger at the burger stand and a can of Mountain Dew. Eating her burger at the bench, she plugged her ears with earphones and listened to her favorite rock band.

"Thank you, My Chemical Romance!" she sighed in relief and leaned back on the bench.

After she finished eating her burger, she silently drank her soda can and stared at the clouds. She smiled when she sees a cloud that looks like a dragon.

"That's dang awesome," she mumbled in her drink.

For minutes, that's all she did. Watching the clouds form different shapes and drinking her Mountain Dew. When she emptied her soda, she threw her can at the garbage basket like a basketball player.

"Score!" she pumps a fist in the air.

Lyra was really excited for her new glasses. It's been a while, she last wore them. Ever since she arrived in Station Square, her eyesight changed. She can see clearly at long distances like she used to as a child, except it's gotten really better like a sniper's. What's the strangest thing is that she can't read small or medium-sized words at the distance, if she tried it will come out blurred. She can only read those words clearly only about six feet away.

"I wonder why is it like that? Side-effect of being here, I guess?" she thought silently.

She sighed boredly and sat in a crossed-leg style. Lyra sometimes can't be patient when she's excited, who doesn't anyway?

"Hello, my childish self!" her conscious greeted in her mind.

"Where have you been, man? Dude, it's like a month you haven't talked to me."

"Sorry, I was busy these days. How are you, darling?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm definitely fine with a bullet wound on my leg, a handsome death god who is trying to kill me with his comrades, and dreaming freaky lucid dreams. I'm totally great!" Lyra thought sarcastically.

"It's been awhile you got this sarcastic. All of this really bothers you, huh?" her conscious spoke softly.

"Of course! Come on, we're in a world that we always dreamed of. And seeing the huge changes here is all insane! Amy wasn't supposed to be kicked out of the team, Sally wasn't supposed to be a jerk, and Anubis wasn't supposed to be heartbroken. This is all insane!" she rubbed her face in frustration.

"You're right. All of this is strange, but can you blame it?"

The young hedgehog's ears went down and got silent.

"I don't think so..." she sighed, "I miss them you know?" she mumbled out loud.

"Of course, who wouldn't? We got transported in Sonic world seperated from our loved ones, for heaven's sakes." her conscious grumbled.

She was quiet for a moment and then let out a laugh, "Gosh, don't you think this all Mary Sue?"

"What do you mean?" her conscious asked feeling puzzled.

"Well, we got transported in Mobius and befriended some SEGA characters who are actually real." she explained, "Anubis comes in with some of our old villain ocs and tells us we're the 'Dimension Travelers' and all of this is real! Don't you think this is all Mary Sue of us?"" she thought.

"...Yes... However, I disagree. Mary Sues are super-perfect female characters in the literature world, yes?"

"Yeah, so?"

"We're not perfect, sweetheart. Even though we are trying so hard to be perfect, we still make mistakes and have a lot of flaws in ourselves. After all, we are human after all. A person who is really perfect have to be..."

"God," Lyra thoughtfully answered.

"Correct, so you see? This may be all Mary Sue for us, but we are not perfect. We're bad at math—"

"We're also bad at Science,"

"We're mostly selfish,"

"We tend to be short tempered,"

"We are annoying,"

"Insane,"

"Naive and Gullible,"

"Lazy, absent-minded, and tend to be incredibly disgusting like farting out of nowhere," her conscious gave her a mental smirk.

Lyra scoffed and smiled, trying to hold her laughter. That is incredibly true.

"Guess we aren't Mary Sues after all," she mumbled and checked the time on her phone, "Shoot, it's almost three! I better go back."

She stood up and headed to the optical store.

"Hold it right there, brat!"


(Lyra's POV)

Oh, you've got to be kidding...

Two creatures appeared in front of me and grabbed my arms. They forced me to kneel, making me growl in pain. For crying out loud, my bullet wound isn't healed yet!

I didn't bother to struggle. What's the point when they are holding me down with an iron grip? If I struggle, my wound will sting or get worse. I stared at the two creatures and analyzed them closely.

I gawked.

"GOOOLLLLLEEEEEEMMMMSSS!" I internally squealed. I imagined anime stars sparkled in my background as I stared at the two golems in awe. My gamer side kicked in.

They're not bulky like most golems I saw in anime and played in videogames; however, they're figure is slim and tall. They bore glowing blue-green eyes and have a mark on their chests.

"So cool!" I screamed mentally.

"It's about time I found you,"

I blinked and turned my head. In front of me, there stood a huge guy. He got a super bulky figure, dark goatee, and black Mohawk with blue and white stripe highlights. He wore a typical biker outfit, black aviator sunglasses, a brown leather jacket that has one sleeve ripped off, black shirt, finger-less gloves, navy blue pants, and a pair of black biker boots.

I couldn't help but stare in awe. He looks like a biker uncle! We both silently stare. For a few minutes, I nodded and moved my right hand.

"What's up," I greeted blankly.

I... Am an idiot...

I internally face-palmed.

Biker uncle growled, "Tell me, are you, the Traveler, brat? The girl that First Commander and Lieutenant keep talking about?"

I blinked again. So they talked about me? I don't know if I should be flattered or creeped out by the info.

"Yeah, pretty much." I shrugged nonchalantly as I can, "What's your name, dude?"

The biker guy ignored me and rubbed the bridge of his nose. My ears twitched when he mutter under his breath.

"I don't believe this. This is the girl who's going to be our huge threat? She really doesn't look like it," he muttered doubtly.

I would have to slap the guy for that rude comment. How dare he! I may not look like much, but I can be a huge threat if I want to. The nerve of this guy! I growled silently and decided to let the guy say what he wanted. I then asked for his name again.

He glared, "The name's Gunner, brat. Captain of the Magnai Exertixus." he pointed himself with his thumb.

My ears twitched a bit. When he said that, I started to understand it.

Magnai Exertixus—Great Army.

"How.. The heck... I know this junk!" I thought.

I never learned any languages except English and Tagalog. How come I understood the Latin-like language?

"So you're working with Anubis and Wolfe, huh?" I muttered under my breath.

Gunner smirked and kept his hands in his pockets, "Yep. The two couldn't stop talking about you since you're famous and all."

I stared at him confused, "What?"

"Yeah, I mean, your mortal kind was wiped out! Extinct like those dodo birds! It's really surprising to see you here, alive with the blood of the Travelers in your veins," he knelt down to my level, "You got some nerve, kid." he smiled crookly.

I snarled at him and he bursted into a haughty laughter. He stood up and crossed his arms while wiping a tear on his eye.

"For a brat, you can look intimidating! I like that," he smiled.

I glared at him silently. He sighed and clicked his tongue.

"OK, here's the deal. My boss, who you may know as Lord Luke, wants to know where the gem is. Capiche?" he stared at me with his bright orange eyes.

"Gem?" I questioned.

Gunner groaned, "Kid, don't play dumb with me. I'm talking about the Amethyst-Rose gem, of course! Just tell me where it is and you won't get hurt."

I glared, "But I don't where it is—Gagh!" I gasped and choked for air.

He held my throat tightly with his large hand, "Let me repeat myself, kid." he smiled menacingly, "Where's... the Amethyst-Rose?"

I opened one eye and glared, "I.. don't... know...!"

He chuckled lowly and let go of my throat. I gasped for air and held my throat softly.

"I tried to tell you, kid." he snapped his fingers.

The golems' eyes glowed, they held my arms tightly and forced me to stand up making me hiss sharply.

Curse that bullet wound!

The golems threw me into the wall. I yelled while my back and my head hit the cement.

One of the golems kicked my stomach, making me cough out blood. After that, they stepped on my bullet wound.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

Gunner chuckled, "Now where is it?"

"I-I... Don't... Know!" I yelled. The golem stepped on my bullet wound again.

The raven-mohawk man tutted, "Stubborn child." he snapped his fingers again.

The golem, who still has his solid foot on my stomach, held out his palm at my face and glowed a red-black energy.

I breathe heavily and closed my eyes.

SHIIIIIIIIING!


A/N: Hehehehehe... 'evilly laughs' Review! No flames please... ^w^

I DON'T OWN SONIC AND ANUBIS! THEY BELONG TO SEGA AND RICK RIORDAN! I ONLY ONLY OWN SOME STUFF I MADE FOR THIS FIC AND MY OCs!