Anonymous asked:

Do you know the song "Your Reality" from Doki Doki Literature Club? I think the last lines ("Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?", "If I can't hear the sound of your heart beat, What do you call love in your reality? And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you I'll leave you be") could really suit Amy's feelings towards Sonic, so maybe a prompt loosely based off Your Reality?

cutegirlmayra answered:

Loosely? Lol, I was struggling knowing how to interpret 'loosely' until I got a really good idea I'd like to share with you. (x) Song I used.

One, if you have read my Fanfiction:Sonic IRL, this may make more sense.

Two, if not, no fear! Let me explain.

This is the data of Amy Rose, she's observing how SEGA is handling her and Sonic's interactions and roles in the games starting from Sonic CD forward. She's noticing things changing and now, the company is wondering if they should make Sonic a new love interest, or at least redesign Amy into something 'more modern audiences would appreciate'. She doesn't understand this, and so this is her thoughts and feelings.

IT'S MEANT TO BE AS CRYPTIC AS THE SONG. Lol So it's okay if you're a little like- "What?" because I was trying to stick to the theme of the music and lyrics, plus the game's darker tones too.

Enjoy the prompt~

Prompt:

It was so exciting to be alive! I had code and software, a look and design! My base was flawless and my emotions spot on! I was something new and beautiful, but best of all, I wasn't alone.

There was this hero. They said he needed me, so I happily took my place racing after him.

I could see it. The future for us two. What lay in store spiraled in fantasies of us being together forever, of a whole reality made just for us.

I remember sitting down after being saved, setting my head to his shoulder, and him just allowing me to sit there while the young child recorded his score and turned the console off.

I remember watching that world turn off, our world remaining in a dark but quiet peace. I would close my eyes, feeling him turn his head to me. I knew in my heart he was saying that it was alright, we'd be racing on the rolling hills soon again. That I never needed to worry about the dark.

The world was in my hands then. I couldn't have been happier.

But the games continued, an exciting journey for me and Sonic. I got a new name, Amy. It was a pretty name, I liked it very much.

I got a new body, and it was perfect. I followed the script as if it was written by my own hand, never wavering from it. I always trusted it was in line with my feelings and knew the true thoughts of my heart.

I thought he knew the true thoughts of my heart.

Then the player began to make choices… After the company made choices…

There was someone new. She was designed for him. I didn't understand, but I played my part. I trusted the pen. I trusted the program.

But… What will it take… just to find that special day? That day where I can rest on Sonic's shoulder again, the console and chaos of code turning off for a split second… his new voice telling me not to be afraid of the dark.

Things changed after her. She was never heard of again. Things reset, it seems. Other characters were filling my roles… others were by Sonic's side, and I was left as extra code to litter the background.

Everything Sonic did, everyone seemed to have fun. Everything Sonic performed, his jumps and spin-dashes, his incredible acrobatics and punchlines… it seemed funnier with friends, but I began to be distant from him, from the player, from the company, in general…

Then… I wasn't there.

Everything was black inside the computer. Storage. I huddled up and felt the new body and wondered what this meant. I still trusted the pen. I still believed I was created to chase after Sonic. But what if my reality wasn't his own? What if he saw everything differently?

The games started having me emote less and less. After a while, I wondered why and questioned my own feelings and reasons for being in his world.

But I see him smile at me, and I don't need words to explain it anymore. I just know. I know the pen is still writing for me. It's just… taking its sweet time, I guess.

"Careful." They would say to me.

Why?

"Not too close."

I don't understand.

"Make her more like this."

What does that mean?

"We can't do that."

But I was made to do that…

If his world won't write me an ending,… What will it take, just for me to have it all back again?

So many different versions of me. I asked Sonic what all the fuss was about. "A new you." He responded, and that was all.

"Do you want a new me?" I had to wait for his response. How long does it take him to think about me? How long does it take him to realize I asked him another question.

He said he didn't really know what they wanted from him, but he didn't worry about it, and neither should I.

…But what if they only write me as me? What if your words weren't so bitter to me? What if my world wasn't so harsh and limiting? Wasn't this brand meant to be all about being free?

Was I me? Was I what they wanted me to be? Was I kind? Was I not right, so should I step aside?

If I can't have you, does that mean I have to give you away?

If I can keep what I have, does that mean I'm being selfish and holding you back?

I don't really know anymore what the company wants from me, what they ask of you, or if I'm supposed to stay behind you and cheer you on.

I used to run.

I used to chase you.

I used to talk to you, directly.

But if I don't know how to love, and if this isn't love, then…

Does that mean, in your world, I have to let you go?

I suppose, if that's what the pen writes, then I have to let you go…

I wish I had a pen.

Or at least…

The ink.

I would coat myself in it and disappear into the black, that peaceful sleep, until someone decides that Amy Rose should turn on again.

For how can a program write love into their reality?

If I can't follow my code, then do I not know how I fit in your reality?

I can't choose myself, I must follow what they write.

"What do you think love is,… in your reality?" I asked sweetly, watching the computer close as he spoke one last thing.

"If it's truly my reality, and I don't know how to love you, then I'll leave you be." And then a cocky smile and charming wink, as though everything would be okay.

But everything went black.

Computer shutting down… please wait. Do not turn off the computer…

(The song came off kinda sad to me. So I went with the feeling of Amy's optimistic 'poppy' personality and mingled it with the despair in the song and game's theme. Hope you enjoy!)