The Terror
Everything is dark, though she can still see where she is. The place she's currently in is scarce—scarce enough to hear her own voice in an echo. Aside with the partial darkness, there are sounds of a girl weeping.
She had her eyes closed and after whimpering for over a minute, she languidly opens them.
"This isn't real… this is a nightmare… it's only just a dream… I know it…" She laments to herself while crouching down and feeling the stinging sensation on both of her wrists. They're deeply and freshly slashed.
But—didn't she already make a pact not to harm herself?
"If this isn't real, then why are you bleeding, honey?" Her tormentor screams at her. "You know how it works; you don't get hurt when you're in a dream, bitch. And, you're hurt, aren't you? So that means that you're not dreaming at all!" Then, the victimizer lets out a wicked laugh. It sounded so shrill, like a devil.
However—there's not one, but only two victimizers: one fox and one chipmunk.
"And also, doesn't this remind you of something, darling?" The second tormentor wickedly asks her and then laughs.
"You are so weak. It's no wonder you couldn't defend yourself every time this happens to you. Why can't you stand up for yourself?"
Hearing this atrocity is harming her. They're reminding her of her horrid past back in the institution. The pain is returning… the emotional abuse is coming back.
The blood is running… it's dripping onto the floor… she's on the urge to pass out… she's crying in deep pain.
"Please, stop… leave me alone…" she weakly says.
"No! That is not enough!" the fox screams, "Not until you learn to fight back! Now… GET UP!"
She can't get up, not even an inch off the ground. After idling onto the floor, the fox hands the weapon to the chipmunk as she gets closer to the vulnerable victim and she harshly grabbed her shoulders. She fiercely forces her to stand up and lean against the wall. This atrocity is scaring the victim as she is literally crying her eyes out as blood is still visible in her hands.
To make sure that she doesn't escape, the fox pins her shoulders securely on the wall—too secure, that she's nearly crushing her bones. The poor victim is struggling to escape from her grasp, but she has not enough strength. The fox lets out a malicious, sadistic smirk, for she enjoys watching the pain on her face.
With her incarcerated, the fox gazes at the chipmunk and she gestures her to do it now. With pleasure, the chipmunk lets out a malevolent smirk, just like her partner, and she stood right in front of the victim. She holds the weapon up—pointing it at her side.
The victim can barely see it, so she is too overwhelmed due to the severe atrocity.
"Say goodnight, Amy Rose," the chipmunk says in an eerie sing-song tone.
Finally… she makes her aim…
…forceful enough to make a 'thud' sound on the wall…
And…
Amy Rose collapses on to the floor…