Anonymous asked:
Hello mayra, I have a prompt for you... it's a little sad tho. Would you mind writing about either Sonic or Amy dying and visiting the other somehow one last time to check up on them as their goodbye? Thx.
cutegirlmayra answered:
So sad ;D; Why so sad? I'm gonna cry. I don't want to cry. But this means feels. And this means intense, "I wanted to stay with you" feels. And I- I- -chokes up- Darn you, death! Why are you splitting my otp up!? -shakes fist-
Now the hard part is to decide who's dead… -contemplating my thought process before writing story-
Suppose..
Prompt:
If it was Sonic who passed—
He watches her cry silently in her room. Every night or every other night, he couldn't tell the difference between time anymore, she would lean on the edge of her bed and grip the covers, sobbing.
Sometimes, he would just hover close by, other times, he would have to look away and tune out the sounds.
She never knew how it happened. Sonic thought she probably didn't care.
She just wanted things to be different, but he didn't have long.
He had first said goodbye to Tails, which was probably the hardest to do for him. He discreetly let his farewell to Knuckles go by while he slept. But Amy… he was taking his time with.
He really didn't want to say any more goodbyes, he hated them. He wanted to wait till she was calmer, her spirit more at ease before he departed.
Good thing there was no 'after-death police' or 'heavenly angels' that were forcing him to hurry up the process.
When she did fall asleep, he would touch his spirit arm to hers, and let the warm glow warm her coldness.
He thought that odd and different, how the body is warm and the soul cold when you're alive, and when you die, it was the opposite.
Sonic hovered by her side a moment, removing his arm when he felt her spirit warm up. She looked comforted, a small, tender smile replacing her tears on her cheeks.
The action caused the tears to roll off faster, which made Sonic smile.
Then she broke his heart again, whispering, "Why'd you have to go?"
The question haunted him. Heh, puns. But seriously… He wanted to know how she knew he was there.
He was proud of her. After a few months time, she was off working and shopping again. However… he saw her look at a picture of the whole gang again and skim her hand over his face…
He could still feel as a spirit, and without the body, he had learned to control so well, he couldn't help but feel himself sink into sorrow.
He stared at the picture that rested a mourning hand upon it, lovingly stroking an afterimage of what used to be.
His eyes then glossed over to the girl's face, and he felt himself losing control of his spirit, and felt that if he did have a body, it would be tensing up, crying, and giving him a sense of life's pressure upon his shoulders.
Funny… how some people think that leaves you when you die. But emotions are not wholly the body's…. You're emotions and thoughts carry with you in the hereafter.
"Amy…" he lightly spoke out, feeling his soul gravitate in a sudden pull towards her, but held himself back, and watched her again.
"Amy…"
The strange whisper caused Amy's head to look up, and then turn around.
He held his peace… and she shivered a moment in fright before putting the picture back down, walking away.
He watched her body and spirit, one unified life, scale the stairs before stopping herself.
She turned around, and walked back down the stairs, standing in the living room.
"This might sound nuts." she started, and he felt the air still at the sound of her open thoughts. "But no one besides angels can hear quiet confessions anyway."
He was so heavily focused on her now, that he moved closer, not realizing his spirit was being drawn to her even now…
You get less control over yourself without your body. It's easy to control something you can fell, not so much something that is inherent and within you.
She continued, as he noticed her spirit get colder and her body heat up with fresh, hot tears in her eyes.
"…But if you can hear this… Sonic…"
Sonic had never experienced so much free emotion, it was something uncontrollable.
"But I…" her voice cracked.
He watched with widened spiritual eyes as she fell to her knees, and instinctively reached out to catch her.
He held her as his spirit warmed her own. She touched her heart and smiled.
"I know you'll always be watching over me… I know you love me."
Sonic's mouth opened, before closing suddenly.
No need to haunt the dead with last-minute confessions, Amy…
No need to cry over things already passed…
"But you're here, aren't you? And you won't leave my side… I'll try and live my life right to make it wherever you ended up… but please… please wait for me, Sonic."
No.. Amy, no!
Sonic shook his head, gripping her spirit tighter to his own, ducking his head down.
Live your life! Enjoy it! Have a family, get married, live your dreams and explore what life can offer you! Don't waste it by waiting even longer to join me here! I haven't even GONE there yet!
His spirit, wracked with torment over leaving the very girl he hoped to protect and take care of in his life, rocked with profound- almost childish exertion.
"Dang it, Amy! I have to go!" he felt his spirit waning on this plane of existence. He could feel his strength being called somewhere else. He needed to say goodbye.
"Amy… live, laugh, love! Grow, get, create! Make your life everything you can. Then I'll see you again. Then you can know I was watching from a distance, always encouraging, always supportive. Just like you were… Amy… don't live your life waiting on me anymore… Amy… it's my turn to wait to hear your adventures… please… "
He suddenly felt her get up and watched as she took a deep breath.
"Okay…" she lightly whispered, and he stared at the most beautiful manifestation of life he had ever seen.
Her face was a witness of spiritual strength, her body a pillar of truth. She was ready to move on, even if she hadn't heard him, she could feel her spirit interpret what only spirits can express.
Without knowing it, Sonic had spoken to her heart, and spirit speaks spirits, so her spirit translated for the body through the heart.
She felt the calm and comfort, the fire in her heart, and walked happily, peacefully, up the stairs once more.
Before she departed, Sonic's spirit lay without motion upon his knees, his hands lowered to his lap, palms up. His arms were laying on their backsides, and his eyes stared incredulously to the ground.
So many things he didn't understand about the spirit… so many things he wished he knew while he still had a body to experience it in…
But he knew one thing, she understood what his spirit had stated, even if he didn't know how it occurred.
Miracles aren't without some science, he figured.
He rose up, tightening his spiritual fists that he could no longer physically feel, and smiled up to Amy.
See you soon… Amy.
He gave her his signature wink, a charming smile.
She paused to turn around again, but by then, with matching smiles, the two had gone their separate ways.
Throughout the gang's life… Tails could feel Sonic inspiring him and praising him when he nailed an invention down pat. Knuckles felt Sonic encouraging him to continue his research into his family and the Chaos Emeralds even poked fun at him to keep trying when things went south with Rouge… Amy…
Amy felt him in every step, he would lightly touch her spirit and she would feel the motivational speech coming on. Something without words to her, something felt and not seen.
They all knew then, that when the time came, they could all rejoice as a team once more. Somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't going to keep them apart ever again.
(x) Alternative with Amy ghost and Sonic alive.
Anonymous asked:
Aaaah your story with Sonic death makes me cry for hours DD,X can you make one with Amy visiting Sonic one last time please? Make me cry senpai TwT
cutegirlmayra answered:
Referencing this: (x)
The reason why I didn't do Amy the last time was that it was gonna be FEELS THAT KILL LIKE DEATH ITSELF AND WILL CONSUME THE SOUL AND EAT THE HEART AWAY- but
Prompt:
Sonic lay fast asleep inside Amy's house, seeming peaceful as he slept on her couch. Silent with his chin resting on the cushion of the couch that looked untouched for quite a while.
A bright light engulfed the adjacent kitchen, and a silent flash glistened to a resting glow.
The glow dimmed, as a foot stepped out from the kitchen, and Amy wisped her see-through but colorful head into a peek across the room from the door's corner frame.
"Oh Sonic…" Her voice seemed to echo ever so gracefully, fading from her as she walked, but never made contact with the ground. "It's not your fault."
She sat down on the couch, lifting his head and placing it on her ghostly lap, stroking his quills.
The doctors had said she was too weak to survive any treatment, the blast to her heart was making it difficult to beat correctly, and no matter how many times they shocked her alive, she was growing weaker and weaker in her painful breathing.
She had slipped off peacefully enough, except for one fact that kept bringing her back to this plane of existence.
"You keep waiting for me… you have to let me go." She whispered, lovingly stroking his quills. "I know it's hard… that you still want me to comfort you, and be there for you like I've always been… but… then I'm not making you happy." She shook her head, understanding crossing her face with a tender, affectionate smile.
"All my life… all I wanted to do was be with you." She looked up, closing her eyes and letting her wispy self dance in the invisible breeze that blew around her.
"But my purpose was to bring you joy… not sorrow." She looked down, seeing him breathing, and suddenly a slow pain rose up in her.
Her color grew pale, almost completely transparent, before returning.
"With each passing day… I hate being forgotten." She shook her head and lowered it down, gripping his spines into a bundle now.
"I didn't want to die… but it felt good when I did. I wasn't suffering anymore… but now… I suffer each time I come and see you here… knowing how much you want me back… I come back… but you can't see me. I try and tell you to leave, to forget me… but I don't want to disappear! I still love you… I still don't want you with someone else… but I want you to be happy! And I'm not making you happy being dead!" she gripped his head and sobbed, pulling her legs up more and drawing him closer.
He slept peacefully, but she listened to his inner-thoughts…
In his dreams, the scent of her from the couch brought her back to life. He would remember and relive moments, see her there at times when she wasn't, and his imagination would produce the scene completely anew again… as though she was there, in the original memory…
"I love you! But you have to live… cause I love you so much… you have to live… you have to leave this home alone and live… You have to leave me alone… I don't want to leave you… I want to stay … but I'll only hold you back. I'll hurt you more. I don't want to be selfish. I would love to follow you even now… but that's haunting you… that's the worst thing I could do!"
She cried with bright, glowing tears of heavenly light. She wiped them quickly away as to not stir him, afraid of spooking him if he should awaken.
She lowered her knees and was about to place his head down-
Before it lifted up… and stared at her.
She froze in horror.
He looked around before down and scratched his head, feeling something sore there but not sure why he woke up with a throbbing head.
She felt the torturous wave of longing fill her spirit to the brim again, as she tilted her head and watched with envy as his head scratched his own…
She could reach out, but he would never realize it was her hand… clinging desperately to him.
She tried, once more, knowing it would only confuse him, and lightly scratched where he was scratching his head.
He looked around, darting his eyes and removing his head, before shaking his head to get the feeling to go away.
She did what he wanted and stopped, removing her hand.
He started to crawl with his hands back down, lowering to the couch once more, and smell in her scent again.
She cried.
She covered her face in her hands and floated up, before he felt a shift in the atmosphere and blinked around, looking around.
He got up again as her colors began to grow more vibrant and real…
Then…
He looked up.
"AHHH!" he flailed his arms back and fell, hitting the table with his head as he scratched it and then looked back up. His legs hung on the couch. He was stuck between the gap of the table and the couch… gawking at the sight of the figure above him.
Amy was still crying, unaware that her emotions were bringing her into his sight. The more he remembered her, the more she was seen…
"Amy…?"
She shot her head out from her hands and looked down.
The two stared a moment…
"AHHH!" they both screamed again as Amy flailed backwards through the air away from him and he rolled into a ball to avoid the table.
He spun up and posed in a sturdy stance. "I'm dreaming." He concluded and hit his head a few times with both fists on either side of his head.
"I must be dreaming. She's floating around in her own house. That's nuts. That's crazy, even. That's-"
"You… you can see me?" she floated up to lightly grip the top of the couch and peek over. "How… how is that possible?"
He looked up…
Then he turned around.
"I'm dreaming. Stop dreaming. That's not healthy! This isn't healthy!" he shouted out as she floated over the couch, hovering by him.
"Do… do you really see me?"
"No. I'm pretty sure you're just a figment of my mournful imagination." He still remained facing away from her, speaking to her fireplace, and gesturing his arms around.
"Sonic… Sonic, you can hear me…"
"You sound like an echo that's far away." He was growing emotional but keeping it together. "Heh, strange dream. I usually wake up about now…"
She lightly reached out, praying, hoping…
She touched his shoulder.
He suddenly rose upright, as if realization hit him.
"…You." He turned around, and she removed her hand. His eyes showed he was connecting the dots, before softening in understanding. "…You were the feeling… the touch when no one was there…"
She smiled and let a gasp from her sobs escape, before embracing him.
He could barely contain his own amazement, but also could hold her back!
"How… How are you-..?" he couldn't even breath through his muffled exasperations of glee. He was chuckling through his sentences, making them incoherent.
He found himself slightly going insane as he swung her around, and then bumped her head with his own, and then kept touching her arm or hand and then her shoulders as if not able to fully comprehend she was back.
She giggled right with him, amazed she could be in his presence again, and glad he could see her.
But how was this going to work?
"I don't know." She admitted, "I don't know how or why… but I know that I'll always be there to comfort you Sonic… I want you to be happy… please be happy… will this make you happy.? Be happy… be happy…" she moved back into his embrace, ducking her head down as a ripple effect of her own emotions caught Sonic up in his own.
He couldn't let her go this time. He held on as if for dear life. He laughed again, "This works. You're not fully gone. I can handle that." He didn't care if she was a ghost, she was there. He didn't care if he couldn't feel her breath, he could hear her voice. He didn't care that her feet didn't connect with the ground and make a sound, only that he could physically embrace her and never let her go.
"This is happiness." He concluded.
"No… Not for long." Amy suddenly realized…
She moved out of his embrace and wiped her own tears as he ducked his head down and looked confused.
"What do you mean..? You're back! Tails can work some technological magic and we can have you around all the time! You'll never be gone again! You'll-!"
"Never… fully be with you?" she looked up, worriedly.
His excitement suddenly began to diminish. "O-oh…" he rubbed the back of his head and looked away, forlorn.
"…But… we'll still be like this… like… we used to be." He looked back… at his friend.
She stepped back with a sharp inhale that meant nothing for her state now.
She drew a hand to where she once could feel a heart that beat… even in its last painful moments, she was saddened that she could never feel it again.
She could sense Sonic's heartbeat though. How elated it was. But…
"I wanted to be more than just a voice and something to hold." She looked down.
He suddenly grew slightly angry, "What do you mean? You're back! We can have a friendly ghost friend, I don't think it's creepy at all! Heck, haunt me, Amy! I welcome it gladly.." he placed two hands on her arms again, refusing to let her slip away…
Her eyes watered with light… smiling up at him.
"That does sound fun…" she liked the idea of helping on missions, being around her friends, enjoying their company…
But…
"It wouldn't be enough though." She moved out of his touch again…
"…No…" Sonic felt his anger rising, but pushed it down. Doing so made sorrow spike up to the front and dominate the body though… and that was something he thought worth sacrificing.
He shook his head and then a desperate fist out, "You can't… you can't leave again." He felt his voice quiver and freaked out.
Even at her death, he wouldn't let the others see a single tear, though he had wandered off, unable to summon the strength to run at lightning speeds, and bundled up with tears.
He never made a sound, but only tried to banish every memory that wasn't her smiling. He kept only the most painfully happy memories… but now…
"I don't want it to end." He closed his eyes to focus on clearing his throat and sounding calm again.
However, when he opened his eyes, it was a fierce look, as though he had to have his way. "I don't understand why this can't be enough, Amy."
"…Because I want so much more… it would be like dying every day… wanting to actually be with you in life… and not death." She looked down, seeing her form start to quiver and fade.
"No…" Sonic reached out, freaking out and grasping her again. "Please! Amy!"
"Sonic… We're… The living and the dead… I'll still be with you, but I want you to live your life. I'll be okay if you fall in love with someone else-"
"No..!"
"I'll even walk away for a bit… if that happens… but I'll approve of anyone you choose…" She was fading faster, and his grip turned from something solid to nothing but air.
"Stop! Amy!" he embraced her again, unable to stop the emotions surfacing again. "Dang it! I wasn't able to say it before… I can't say it now!"
She jerked her head up, eyes leaking more light…
"But I… I can't say goodbye!" he dipped his head down, quiet tears once again loosened from his restraining hold…
Amy's hopeful look turned to one of sorrow again, and she dipped her head down. The color was fading, she was turning into an invisible ghost again.
This time… by her own will.
"I can't stay… because although you'll be happy… I won't be."
"Amy!" he cried out, as she wished she could feel his tears, his voice's vibration along her back, something to make her feel alive with him again…
But there was only his heartbeat… to remind her how silent her being really was.
She hugged him back, "I don't want to live… if you can't love me in life!"
She began to vanish as his eyes widened at her speech…
"But if you love me in death… then dead shall I be."
His mouth hung open.
"Amy..?"
He felt around for her.
"Amy?"
He turned with crazed, glassy eyes over the walls and ceiling.
He turned to the couch.
"Amy..?"
He slipped back on the couch, his eyes growing weary.
"Amy…"
Consumed in a feeling he couldn't understand, he slipped back to sleep, as Amy reappeared above his back, stroking his heart to silent beats, till she could finally lull it back to sleep…
In the morning, he'd think it was a dream.
(I know it hurts. I'm sorry.)