itsnicky13 asked:
Hola bella! I was thinking... How about a prompt with Amy and Knuckles? In a bro-sis way. Like Amy feeling sad or complex about Sonic or something like that... and Knuckles advise or supports her? 🙆 *hugs*
cutegirlmayra answered:
Prompt:
"Ouch! I did it again…. Oh!" Knuckles sucked on his finger as Amy was scribbling a note on her writing desk behind her. She looked to be working pretty serious on it, but he kept going by her sewing things and pricking his finger on everything. "…Ouch! Ha, silly me. Did it again."
She twitched, almost looking to snap the pen in half. She gently calmed herself and put it down, turning in her chair. "Knuckles, look. I appreciate that you came over to hang out and stuff, but I kinda planned today to be a very important decision day, and I just can't-"
"Ouch! Oppsie! That was obviously me again." he took his sore finger and looked back to Amy, shrugging. "Whwat?" He had his finger in his mouth and the arm just hanging off as Amy face-palmed, dragging the annoyed image of her expression down with her hand before getting up.
She placed two hands on his chest, where she could reach, looking like she was trying to be 'gentle' about this. "Okay, I'll try and explain this simply… But, it's not like I don't appreciate your blood on my sewing needles or anything- however…"
"Oh! A note!" Knuckles saw the envelope on the desk and walked right by her, as Amy gripped her head, suddenly envisioning a castle invasion by a giant dumb beast.
"STOP!" she raced to grab him but he had already picked up the note, opening it up.
"I hope it's for me!~"
"Knuckles! That's clearly not for you!" She jumped on him, trying to karate chop or pull his head off but he just had a happy-go-lucky, neutral expression on his face as he took the note out and started peruse words he recognized.
"Sonic?" he held the letter away, making a confused expression. "What's he doing in my mail?"
"It's… Ugh! Okay, sweetie. I'm gonna have to use force and simple, non-subtextual language with you. Phhoo…" she took a deep breath out, leaning on his head as she positioned herself from a straddle on his shoulder to now just crossing her legs elegantly and lifting another hand up to make a point.
"That. Is a letter for Sonic." she pointed. "That." She held up her hammer, "Is about to create a letter." She whammed his head.
"O! A! Not cool dude!"
"Oh, two for the price of one." she snatched the letter, putting it back in the evelope.
He rubbed his head, "Ow… Amy… You don't have to get all sensitive over a funny, smelly letter…"
"Smelly?" she suddenly crinkled the paper slightly in worry. She flinched and turned back to him. "It doesn't smell nice?"
"Eh, made my nose tickle a bit." he sniffed, rubbing it. "And the words looked too scribbled all fancy-like… even if I could read, it wouldn't make any sense."
"Huh… I wonder if you're primal, natural instincts are enough to be the very basis of what a normal dude would think if he received this letter…" she thought about, looking at the letter with a now creative eye.
"Needs more pictures, honestly." He straightened up, "I don't know what 'primal' means… but count me in!" he leaned forward, happy to help.
Amy nodded, "Alright, Knuckles… tell me what else this letter needs?" she grinned, holding it out for him.
The rest of the day was spent with Knuckles 'helping' to make the letter as 'guy-friendly' and not too romantic as possible, though he had no idea that's what he was doing.
"Haha! Perfect! It's simple, it's to the point, and it explains how I feel without the messy scribbles, perfume, hearts, and I even drew a little doodle of us!" Amy smiled, thinking she really nailed the perfect love letter confession now.
"Ye-ha!…hey…" Knuckles squinted his eyes suddenly, leaning forward.
Amy started to panic, seeing him coming over and looking at the doodle, seeing her and Sonic holding hands in it with thumbs up. She sweated a little, as he leaned up from examining it, seeming upset.
"I…" he stated, "Don't have a spiky head."
He narrowed his eyes even more.
She trembled… before finally spilling the beans and throwing her hands up. "Alright! You caught me! It's-!"
"I have a very nice 'clean' rrrround shape." he rolled his 'r's as he then gestured to his head. "And a very long back end." he then brought his gorgeous locks forward on his shoulders, looking slightly arrogant as he did so, drooping his eyelids as he then leaned towards Amy. "I call it… Business in at the top… party in on the downlow."
"Knuckles, that's a mullet's logo." Amy shook her head, but was relieved he hadn't figured it out yet, and happy he had come.
"Oh. Well, then. I've got a copyright to deal with." he straightened up, folding his arms and looking crossly towards the door.
She giggled, before giving him a big hug.
"H-hey! What gives?" he moved his arms away, but looked down at her sudden, affectionate gesture.
"Haha!" she laughed with her eyes closed, just cuddling up to him. "You're the best, Knuckles!" she then turned to look up at him. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." she placed both hands on the sides of his face, making him blink, as she leaned up tapped his nose, lifting a leg up before taking her note and racing out the door, waving to him.
"See ya later, Knuckles!"
He rubbed his nose, not sure what that was, before suddenly his hands came up by the sides of his face too.
He gasped, "Wait! What if that letter was for…" he then made a cocky, flirtatious grin. "Ah, Amy. Such a dreamer. But I couldn't possibly fall for someone with such cheap drawing skills that can't even match my perfect 'knucklet'." he moved his hands down his hair and posed, grinning, before taking off and laughing.
"Haha! Silly girl! I'm not even blue, either!"