DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Sonic franchise. Heck I did, MANY things would be different.

Author's Note: Idea came a few days ago. Funny enough or really somewhat because our bathtub got clogged. Yes, I know gross and all but still inspiration occurs weirdly.


Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

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BearfootTruck: Understandable sorry. I'll think about creating a Sonic/Rouge. Partly neutral with that pair, don't hate it but not fan crazy either. 🌸🌸 Thanks, thought having Shadow as his older brother fit well. As for your 'minor note' again thanks, originally did have that. I second guessed myself there. Thanks for the Favorite here.


After graduating culinary school, yes her parents were reluctant to approve her moving out.

'My baby girl, living on her own! In a dangerous neighborhood, no she's staying here.' - her father Anthony, passionately stated. His dark red fur and quills bristling out. Icy blue eyes glaring at nothing in particular.

Yet of course he was out voted by his wife and only child. Anthony sighed, as his Amy's jade green eyes smiled up at him. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he crumpled more at his love's words.

'You stubborn old hog, my dear, our little chef knows our conditions. 23 years old she is well prepared. Mostly certainly won't be alone.' - her mother Juliet had smirked good-naturely. Beautiful pearl white fur and long quills in a ponytail, hug him from behind. He fails at suppressing his smile. Side glancing into her little green eyes while their daughter hugs him too. Anthony Rose let's the subject drop.


2 WEEKS AFTER THAT, PRESENT TIME. . .

Amy giggles at those thoughts baking her father's favorite french crumble cake. With her own personal twist, adding light pink frosted roses on the layered crust.

Gently removing it from the oven, black mitts protecting her hands, the smile on her muzzle at a job well done. Placing on the open window sill to cool. A loud ring makes her ears twitch. A curious expression takes over her peach muzzle.

Rushing out the kitchen entrance, cell phone spotted on the small two seater comfy red couch. Looking at her lock screen, she fondly rolls her jade green eyes answering it.

"Hey Rouge, what's up?"

The sakura hedgehog questions, heading back into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, grabbing a two liter ginger ale soda. Glancing at the cooling down crumble cake, she rises an eyebrow at the cell phone.

"He actually did it? Well congratulations. Do you have the date set?"

The ivory beauty's joyous laughter, rings out through the phone. Yet it's quickly halted, at her next words.

"Wait? What?! Rouge how can you hire someone, without telling me?! No, I don't care if he's your bouncer. Of course I trust you. But that's not. . ."

Knocking on her closed chained up apartment door, grabs her attention. Amy glares at cell phone in her left hand. Still with conversation going, she looks through the peep-hole not being fully able to see the person.

"Who is it?"


TO BE CONTINUED. . .