ScareS 2, no particular pairing (Part 2)
...Sonamy, if you squint real hard. Enjoy!
The glass was still fogged over and the steam had mostly disappeared to making reading off it easy, but the letters and signs on the mirror were not even close to the death threat she had formulated.
Instead, she rather saw an equation...or maybe several, it was hard for her to make sense out of what she saw at all. It looked, as if Tails had had an idea while taking a shower and written it down so he wouldn't forget it.
"...O...kay...," she mumbled slowly, looking at the – strangely very recently made appearing – writing, trying to understand, just what was going on here. Was there an intruder? She almost jumped out of her skin, when she heard a door bang open.
Quickly running out again, she almost bumped into a thoroughly soaked looking Sonic, who quickly grabbed her arms to steady and catch her, before she would hit the ground. "Woah there, Ames. You okay? Where's the fire?," he asked. "Sonic, I- the window- and the monkey- and then the mirror-!," she managed to get out, her tongue failing her in her panic.
"I know, that it sounds strange, coming from me and all, but slow down. What happened? And where's Marine?," Sonic quickly interrupted her, before she would start to hyperventilate.
His words calmed the girl down surprisingly fast – she came out of her frenzy in just a second. "Marine?," she repeated, completely confused.
"Yeah, Blaze had asked me to babysit her for a few hours, she had something to do with Silver. Why are you asking, didn't she come?"
"W-well, someone did come, but not Marine. Your friend is here, though.," the hedgette replied. "My friend? Who?," Sonic asked, now confused himself.
"You know, Tommy Turtle.," Amy answered, watching, how Sonic's eyes widened, before he suddenly took off, tearing into the living room, then, a second later, past the girl and in the bathroom she had exited from, then the next room and so on, even zipping upstairs and to the backyard, pushing the blocked door open with ease.
Frowning, Amy went to the living room and found it even more chaotic than before, as Sonic's wind had blown the sheets all across the room, and devoid of any other living being.
Blinking, she looked around, as if the turtle mobian had hidden himself somewhere, when she spotted a piece of paper, that just fluttered to the ground next to her and was... glittering?
Picking it up and reading the lines written on it, she realized, that this was the story she had made up with Tommy, but her writing had been written over here and there with a beautiful looking handwriting in an eerily silvery, glossy color, letting the words under it fade out nearly completely.
Reading the – very familiar – corrections over her own writing and the added words under it, she mumbled, "Hm...I guess, that this story takes the cake..."
Just then, Sonic stopped in front of her, almost blowing her back. "Amy, did the person coming in here really say, that his name was Tommy Turtle!?," he asked, his body language tense.
The younger girl nodded. "Y-yeah, why are you asking?," she wondered. Sonic sighed, running a hand through his quills.
"Ames, Tommy...died years ago, when he and I were still kids.," he whispered. Amy's eyes widened, before she rushed around and stormed into the downstairs bathroom.
The piece of paper she had been holding fluttered to the ground and, curious as ever, Sonic picked up the sheet and read it, his eyes growing larger and larger the farther he came.
You were asked to house-sit Sonic's house. When you arrive, you see dark clouds over your head and when you have crossed the threshold of the front door, a downpour starts, accompanied by ear-splitting thunder and lightning, that lights up the sky for a second only, before plunging everything back into inky darkness. The constant rattling against the blinds and the dark rumble of the thunder make you feel nervous, it sounds, as if something large tries to break in.
Suddenly, there is a loud bang upstairs and you run to investigate. As you can see, it is thankfully just a branch the storm had pushed into a window and you quickly clean it up.
Reassured, you go to the kitchen to help yourself to a drink, but in the threshold, you stop. There is a sound, nearly drowned out by the rain outside and the howling wind.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Soft thuds, coming from somewhere above you, in a rhythmic, distinctive pattern. Footfalls. Someone is walking around in Sonic's home, that is supposed to be empty aside from yourself.
Swallowing, you follow the sounds up the stairs to Tails' bedroom. There are still the thuds, louder now, as you are closer to the source. Shakily, you open the door to see a little green plush toy monkey happily clapping its cymbals together. Unsure how to switch it off, you just put a pillow between its cymbals to quiet the frightening noise.
Going down again, you decide to just watch some TV until Sonic returns. Not long after, however, you hear another noise. There is the soft sound of a shower running nearby, mixing into the voices and music coming from the screen.
You freeze up. You are sure, that there is no water supposed to run. Sonic would have told you about broken faucets and shower-heads, right?
By now, you are crept out. What is going on in this house!? You slowly stand up, leaving the TV on to have at least some background noise and then move in carefully measured steps to the downstairs bathroom. The door is closed and light switched off, but you see small puffs of steam weave out from under it, dancing over the carpet.
You strain your ears to listen, but there is no sound besides the running water. No footfalls, no humming, no change in the steady spray of droplets. As if the shower had just decided to switch itself on.
With a tremor to your hand, you grab the door handle and push it down. You open the door, hot steam washing over you. You carefully move inside, but the bathroom is devoid of any person.
Still freaked out, you hurry to the shower and turn it off, letting your hand hover. The shower stays off, which isn't making you feel better. So it isn't broken? Still puzzled, you turn around and scream, as you see an equation written on the fogged over mirror.
Little did you know, that once every five hundred years, the moon gives the powers of the Land Beyond Life unrivaled strength to manipulate the living – exactly during Halloween. It is only in this night, that they can call everything to life, that a mortal summons, by writing it down.
You are fortunate, though, because a friend of yours decided to cross the barrier between Life and Death to make sure, that your friends won't call forth these unfathomable powers and to tell you-
"SONIC!," a shout let him start and he rushed around and towards the bathroom out of that Amy had come, when he had returned home.
The pinkette stood in the middle of the room, her eyes wide and her muzzle pale. "Th-the mirror...j-just fogged over again and letters wrote themselves on it!," she stammered and Sonic went to stand next to her. He couldn't help a small smile at the message displayed there.
Keep up the good work, Hero.
"Miss you, too, Tommy.," he thought fondly, smiling as he remembered his childhood friend, before he recalled something else, that let his smile immediately vanish.
"Uh...Ames?," he started slowly, his eyes wide. "Yeah?," she replied, confused by his sudden unrest. "If Tommy was the entire time here... where is Marine?"
Title: The Ghost Writer
...I'll let your own imagination handle that last question ;). Tomorrow and probably the day after, there will come two more stories, so stay tuned! :D