Sonic IRL 5
This… Is This What You Wanted?
By: Cutegirlmayra (I'm gonna cry… you're gonna cry, we're all gonna cry, so let's say something before we even start this little adventure into heartbreak and pain with a saying. Ehem, repeat after me, "I will not threaten Mayra. I will not hurt Mayra. And I will realize that Mayra is a wonderful, and beautiful human being, who I shall not hate, for the feels falling out of my eyes." Thank you for participating, I feel I'm slightly safer now. –gets prepared to leave fanfiction forever-, while I'm packing-I mean panicking- I mean, writing this please keep all hands, arms, and feet, inside the feel trip at all times.
Thank you.
This will be hard.
Cause I'm crying just thinking about it…
And if the author cries…
You should cry.
Just saying.
Seriously though, I am crying, like, there are legit tears forming in my eyes. I'M NOT LYING. I might need a second to even start typing.
Hooo…. Okay… here we go. –sniffs-
Also, sorry, but I have vlog, and if you want to ask questions, leave a comment below okay? :') watch?v=Qa4vT1RY5_o&list=UU5qMq2pnvVgXBHE-V601aiA)
American Amy laid on a long table, she grew tried from having to stay so still for so long as the programmers worked tirelessly through her code, looking for the core of the problem, but only really finding little things to tune here and there. They had found some glitches in the swirling vortex that looked like a beautiful light blue universe above her. She could see the 0's and 1's, the flow of data and words, and everything that could possibly make up her being.
Heck, at one point she even saw her base folder fly by, totally showing off her plain body structure to every man in that room.
She closed her eyes, just done with it all.
She wanted it to end… the endless walks of shame she had to take every time she dared go out of her locked folder compartment because Sega feared her glitch may effect the others, though the programmers confirmed it wasn't a spreadable virus or something like that, just an error that grew out of proportion. Even so… she was sleepy…
Laying on the table, listening to the clicks of men on their computers, and three others rushing along the table, doing the manual searching and touch ups while the ones on the computer were looking through more of my massive and extensive coding, she could hear a pen fall from one of the three men.
The pen was specially designed to only touch coding within the virtual space, which Amy's code existed in. In fact, we game characters can bring the virtual out with them through a space of 'creativity'. When large amounts of this magical energy exist, usually in company environments, then characters can push their wills out and control this energy, allowing for the virtual world to mix with reality. No one really understands quite how it works yet… only that the faith and love they put into their characters seems to help them be able to see the characters. As if faith, and a true fan's heart, was all it took to behold them.
But you also had to be a company employee of some kind, apparently. Which still didn't make sense to most people. And trust this, most people who have tried to figure it out are very smart people, so it's best not to doubt that this force can't really be explained or defined quite clearly. (Author's note: but if you do have questions about this reality and world and whatever, just shoot me a question! ;D)
"Sorry, guys." The young man got down, grabbing the edge of the table and picking the pen back up.
Amy looked over to him and sighed, before another pen touched her cheek and forced her back into my forward position.
"Sorry, Amy. We can't have you moving, just one move and your whole code shifts with you. We'll lose are place." The man was right… If Amy moved even a little bit the code they're hands-on working with will bundle into a ball, reacting to her will and moving accordingly. Her code was like her body, which is weird to think, but it's almost reversed in humans. Code moves according to will, code makes her arm move up and down, but will cannot dictate her headband's color is red, that is something only Code controls, and so visibly, people see that because Code dictates that.. Will is like the brain to a game character, as their code does effect their will, stating what they want, what their suppose to do, their role, their opinion, their wishes, the way they speak, their personality, etc. So it's an endless circle… Code dedicates, Will demands, and Code responds, and Will is met. All things pertaining to this law are usually met… and errors occur… when this delicate balance is disrupted. If the character is acting out of hand, not their usual self, or just being weird, then Will may be showing a sign that Code has been tampered with. If Will has been affected, that's only a sign that Code has been affected. So if someone finds something wrong in code, then that would explain the character's demeanor being changed as well, however, if it was a purposeful change done by a human doing his usual job of fiddling professionally with it then usually no errors could happen. As long as he does his job right.
However… within this world… sometimes code gets damaged, the…other way around.
This brings the topic of 'choice' into play.
Could Will be so strong as to effect Code. Unlike Code effecting Will, could there be in fact a way for a game character to break Code, maybe even without knowing it, through will power alone? Most would disagree… But then again….
Walking, talking, and seeming to be alive creatures from within only the imagination are scampering along the halls of companies everywhere.
And Will is what made them there in the first place, through the game characters wanting to have more than just… oh, let's say, 1 or 2 main games to live through. Who'd want to stay in confinement for that long? Why not explore and keep living? Even outside the game?
The originals are the first to do this, which then leads to others following.
But again, let's ask ourselves, could Code be rewritten?
Absolutely NOT.
However…. Could it be that…
Code can be damaged to then satisfy Will?
unintentionally, that is what the current experts are assuming causes errors in these seemingly alive characters.
Amy seemed to reflect upon this matter… could something she had wanted or done make her Will incompatible with her code? Resulting in these… bizarre errors?
She wondered if maybe the Code couldn't do it's job, if maybe… that was why she was dying right now…
Because Sonic wouldn't let her love him… the way she was made too… the way she wanted to love him…
He was restricting her… keeping love away from himself causing her to go against code by forced will?
Did she choose to realize this?
Or what this just errored programming in her.
Were the errors making her think differently than Amy Rose?
"Alright, everyone. We're exhausted." An older gentlemen finally broke the silence, and put his hand on his side towards his back. He obviously wasn't having a swell time standing up for so long, with his old age being a factor and all. "It's almost time for me to head home, I think a break for you, however, is in order." He put down his pen and took off his glasses.
"I think the young lady deserves a breath of fresh air too." The man untied Amy's straps, since her errors were causing her to glitch at some points, moving and causing a shift in her code, which could be disastrous if the men accidentally misplaced code or switched something around. Then Amy's time-clock would really be ticking... "There you go my dear, you shouldn't glitch to much, from what we've done anyway…"
"So you've found the core?" Amy asked, getting up, seeming to have the last shreds of hope riding on this answer.
The men looked to her sadly, before looking away and starting to pack up, all but the one man in front of her. His bushy white eye brows curved in a sign of love and sorrow, as he shook his head. "No… I'm afraid not."
Amy's ears bent down, and her whole body seemed to recall itself downward towards the ground.
"We found small and minuscule errors that were easily taken care of, but nothing seemed to lead to the overall error." The man deduced, but everything seemed to just soak into Amy, as she remained silent with her head hanging down.
"…I'm so sorry, my dear. But we need more time. I… I have nothing left to say…" He patted her head, and then walked away.
The room was full of men packing up and going home, as they walked by her, to cowardly to say or do anything for her… really not able to do anything more, in there minds, to help her.
After spending a full work day searching her code, they vanished from the room, disappearing out the door as they turned off the lights, barely even looking back.
"What a depressing atmosphere." One of the boys that was working on her said, leaving the room. "The poor thing is too corrupted to even pin-point a start, she's just done for, I say. Simply done-"
He was nudged in the side by his comrade.
"What!? Your not saying your-"
The friend glared at him and gestured with his head in the direction behind him.
As the boy turned, he saw Sonic the Hedgehog, outside the room, and on the opposite side of where they were heading.
He had his back up against the wall, head down, arms folded, and one leg put over the other.
When he heard what they said, and noticed they had stopped due to spotting him, he put his turned foot back in front, and then lifted it up to the wall. He unfolded his arms and put them bent to the side of him, and lifted his head only slightly.
"Done for… huh?" his voice was lost of life completely, and his entire being seemed striped of all or anything joyous in this world. "How long would you say she has left?"
"..W-well I.." the boy looked to the friend, who only looked back to him, not giving him a clue on what to say.
"…You…what?" Sonic finally turned his head only slightly to the boy, still the same look of nothing… nothing but wanting answers.
"I don't think I'm authorized to-…"
"I'm Sonic The Hedgehog! Anything and everything is authorized when it come to me!" Sonic snapped, yelling was not something he usually did, and especially at an employee.
The two boys lunged back, terrified as Sonic had completely pushed himself off the wall and was now standing a ways away, but threateningly.
"S-she still has some… t-t…time left! Maybe a few weeks or so…months even!" the boy held up his suitcase, afraid that Sonic might spin dash him or something.
As the two boys coward together, Sonic 'tsk'ed and swung his head to the side of him, walking up to the railing of where down below the lobby lay, and above were just more flowers in squared layers leading up to a top, clear but not see through, ceiling.
"…Some time left…" he lowered his head, hitting the railing in his misery.
The two boys looked at one another, and then Sonic.
"Hey… since she's dying and all… I mean… will you finally tell, at least us, if she really was your gir-"
Sonic lifted his head only a slight bit to glare at them, and they got the hint and dashed away as quick as they possibly could.
Sonic sighed and let his head bang against the metal railing again.
Amy still hadn't come out of her operating room…
Amy sat inside, still stone-cold frozen in her gloomy spot. Stuck in the dark. Alone...
Sonic moved quickly to the door, even reaching out for the door knob… but held it there. He hesitated,… before finally dropping his arm and spinning to lean against the same part of the wall as before. Waiting…
Amy finally lifted her head slightly up, and got down from the table. She maneuvered thorough the darkness and opened the door.
"…!" Sonic's eyes quickly looked to the open door, as he moved from the wall and looked around the door. "Amy..!"
Amy was walking off the same direction as the men had just gone, as Sonic ran, at a normal running speed, to catch up with her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, reaching for her arm but never touching it.
Amy looked down to see his hesitation, and gritted her teeth. She spun around and looked him dead in the eye.
"What?! Scared to touch me and get glitched too!?"
Her outburst scared Sonic, but he was already used to her change in behavior due to errors running throughout her programming… so obviously, she wasn't going to be the same Amy he knew…
"Keh…..That's not it!" he reached out and grabbed her arm, proving he wasn't afraid of that. "I'm just worried…" he gritted his teeth too, but his eyes showed every big of concern and desperate wanting to aid her right now… somehow…
"Well… then what is it, then!? I'm not allowed in the virtual world and I'm barely allowed outside the locked file! So what on earth do you-" She sounded like tears were being held back, as she whipped her arm out of his grasp.
He didn't let go until he had to though, and shook his hand out when he had too. "Amy, stop being so difficult! I'm here, and I want to help you!" he stated, quite clearly for a Sonic too, usually… they keep most of their feelings to themselves…
"Help me? Help me with what?" She stepped closer, and he dared not move away from her. "There's nothing you can do." She stated, and now he could see the glossiness in her eyes, the tears that she dared not drop now… very uncharacteristic of Amy Rose…
"W-Well…" He had moved his hands and arms up as she approached so closely to him, but he planted his feet, not wanting her to think he feared her, when that wasn't the case at all.
"Closure?" She suddenly spoke out, and he looked away. "Gee, thanks. But I don't need your pity love." She turned and started walking down the halls, leaving him looking after her, arms still up but slowly withdrawing down as he let out a soft gust of air from his nervous lungs.
"Why are you so..!" he stopped himself, he knew she was doing this cause she's angry, cause she's sad, cause she knows she's going to disappear someday and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it. The error had spread, and it was almost to the point of hopeless and desperate searching to find anything that could lead to the overall problem.
This had been happening since the counsel closed. They had been searching long and hard, but could only find tiny, and meaningless things to fit. As long as she was separated from her data folder, she didn't glitch so much. But the errors were still there… they were still affected her even from long range…
Even after that characters started avoiding her,… or rather…. Amy avoided them. She feared what they would think, and hated the pity she saw in there eyes. Sonic tried to comfort her, but she would just push him away too. He was the worst… seeing his eyes,… she couldn't take it.
Amy stopped and turned around, "At the counsel you said something about freedom right? What about it? Well,… well where's the freedom in you forcing yourself to care about me just because I'm finally leaving this world? Huh? Oh, all a girl has to do is be in a life-threatening situation for you to notice her! Is that it!?"
"..Amy…"
"Don't 'Amy' me! Apparently I'm not really acting like myself anymore! And from the extend of these errors, I'm not even really Amy anymore!"
"No… your headband…" Sonic swallowed hard, as if saying that word was killing him inside, and possibly the only words he could muster at this point.
"M-…my what?" Amy looked up, and gasped. Her headband was doing what a fuzzy analog t.v screen with rapid changing colors like white, yellow, light blue, green, purple, red, and blue flashed across her headband like static.
Her code….
Was getting worst.
She covered her headband, leaning down and getting ready to cry before her coding fixed itself and the headband returned to it's proper red color.
"..Amy, let me be there for you… you don't have to go through this alone!" He stepped toward her. "Please! I'm choosing this! This isn't a matter of being forced out of pity, I really want to be with you right now!" he pleaded his case, but Amy looked away, still holding her headband.
"I…I-I-I can't trust you…" Amy looked away, shaking her head with her words. She knew she had to be dying… how could she say that to the man she supposedly loved with all her heart and soul?
"..Amy… please…" Sonic continued to approach her. "Don't push me away… I… Amy, I…! You're my friend! I care deeply about your situation and I just-!"
"Japanese Amy please!"
"Miss, I beg of you! You must return!"
"Japan will be in an uproar!"
"Where's my other!?"
Sonic and Amy turned to the side railings, and both quickly glanced at each other before racing to the sides, almost slamming up against it as they both looked down below to the lobby.
A group of people were following Japanese Amy as she stomped and made her way through the crowd. Only stopping to glare with power and a bit of cute pouting aggression at them before putting her hands to her hips. The crowd kept trying to tell her to go back, or do this, or do that before she finally just stomped the ground, whipped her head back, and straightened her arms out to the side of her.
"WHERE IS MY OTHER ME!? I want American Amy in front of me RIGHT NOW!"
"How's about overhead?" Sonic smirked slightly. Seeing the real Amy… how she was suppose to be…
Like a breath of fresh air to him.
"Wifeu?"
"Huh? Amy!"
Japanese Amy turned to the side to see them, and made a big open grin at seeing her. "You're okay! Uh… and it's Waifu… but don't call me that…" she looked away, looking embarrassed at her referring to her as that, and had a bit of sweat on the side of her head, like anime characters would do when their awkwardly embarrassed too.
"I'm fi-… well, I mean,… how'd you get here?"
American Amy raised an eyebrow, as Japanese Amy cutely sucked her lips in, and rolled her eyes along the ceiling, before finally rocking back and forth.
"Ah… oh, you sly little cutie, you. You totally broke the rules. And for me? No wonder all these people are in a panic."
Japanese Amy cutely continued rocking before swaying herself back and forth. "Anything for my favorite friend~" she acted so innocently adorable that American Amy smiled and tossed her hand to her a bit. "Besides… I did it before~" she mumbled to the side to herself.
"Oh you precious little rascal, you." she cooed down to her, almost praising her as she giggled.
"heheee~"
"Ehem." Sonic cleared this throat, and looked away from the spectacle for a moment. "Can someone explain to me what's happening here?"
"I just came out of my operation routine to suddenly see my original and gorgeous wifeu-"
Japanese Amy cleared her throat, looking up at her with a very discerning look and lifting an eyebrow up, correcting her.
"Oh… I mean Japanese 'Waifu'-" she looked down, having a face like she bested her other, as Japanese Amy just rolled her eyes and shook her head, sighing. "demanding to see me."
"No, no, I got that." Sonic placed a hand up, having the other hang off his other arm's elbow space that was made by when he folded his arms to listen to his Amy speak and explain. "I mean how'd she get here?"
"Oh, yeah. What rule was it this time?" Amy leaned over, excited to have a guest come to see her, not pity her, not wish her the best of luck, but to BE with her, and to SEE her, and make her feel like she usually did without this darn glitch in her! "I'd thought for sure they'd have you on lock down after all that happened."
"Surprisingly, after you admitted it was mostly you and they blamed the errors, I was off the hook." She shrugged, showing that was the honest truth and nothing was even done to her.
"…REALLY!?" Amy screamed down.
"Fo' sho', home girl!" Japanese Amy shook her head side to side, being sassy, as American Amy laughed her head off.
"I taught her that." American Amy felt so proud, looking over to Sonic for a minute as he looked to her like she was going insane.
"So you just… got here?"
"Yeah! What? Hard to believe?" Japanese Amy looked up to American Sonic, crossing her arms and not backing down to him. "I just twisted a few arms but I'm here, and I'm taking her out on a walk for some fresh air!"
Sonic's eyes widened.
-Flashback-
"You're coming with me, mr. grumpy quills!" She held her head high, "Hmph!" and started to forcefully drag him behind her as he stumbled to keep up with her, moving over to the door that led out of Sega company walls.
"A-Amy! What do you think your-?"
"I'm taking you for a WALK." With as much hostility as he had once held back, she glared back and spat out her remark. "We're going to the mall, you need some fresh air!"
"Fresh-what!?" He ripped his arm away from her. "And who suddenly made you my therapist?!" he returned the hostility, not holding anything back now…
-End Flashback-
Sonic let his hand slide off the railing slightly, looking around and breathing a little heavier now.
'Was this… was this how Amy helped people in need or something..? Why am I hearing the same words again? Amy…'
He looked back to his Amy, as she squee'd and giggled, happy to hear that she was finally going out to have some fun again.
"Amy you can't!" he grabbed her, and pulled her away from the railing.
Japanese Amy lost her confidence and her smile, trying to look over the railing and see what's happening, she then took off for the elevator she saw.
"Miss Amy wait, please!"
"Oh no! Don't anybody lose her!"
"Somebody call Japan!"
The horde of people kept following after her, begging for her to stop and go back home again, but she just took out her hammer once in the elevator, stopping everyone cold flat.
"Ehem." She gestured her head down to a man. "Could you click the floor, please?"
The man, being a bit afraid, leaned his head in and only turned his eyes away from hers when he was looking for the floor America's Sonic and Amy were on. He pressed the fourth button and leaned his head out.
Amy put her hammer down and leaned on it in front of her, smiling. "Muchas gracias." She completely switched her language, seeing as the man was of Spanish origins due to his pen having a spanish flag on it.
He nodded to her, as the doors started to close and the people roared up their disapproval before it was too late. No one DARED put there hands on the door with her hammer out.
And as they tried to plead for her to stop, Amy just looked at her nails, completely content as the doors closed.
"What's your problem!?" American Amy pushed Sonic off of her. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong!? You can't go out there! You're… sick!" he argued, gesturing to her before finding a word he approved of to use for this situation.
"…Sick?" Amy looked confused, and a bit offended. "I'm dying, the correct term, is dying. And before I sing hosannas to kazuyuki hoshino, I'm gonna go two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu."
"Stop quoting 'Live like you were dying' and making bad puns and listen to me!"
"Why!? So you can remind me of how terrible my situation is?! That my life is gonna flash before my eyes LITERALLY as I see code fly all around me before being destroyed and trashed in cyberspace?!" she spun around, after a while of walking to the elevator as she finally just couldn't hold it in anymore. "You've always wanted me to leave you alone Sonic. For once, do the same!" she walked off, leaving Sonic hurt and completely at a loss of words.
The elevator door opened as Japanese Amy stood coolly manner, "Could the American Amy Rose please step aboard?" She looked with a sly smile before seeing Sonic's face… and the whole reality of what just occurred seem to pass over her head as she wondered what on earth could of made him look so hurt and torn apart. "Amy… what happened to-"
"He's fine." American Amy declared, walking in and clicking the lobby button. "Let's go and get something to drink. I'm thinking a café."
The elevator doors closed as American Amy tried with all her will power not to look back and down at Sonic. When the doors closed, she 'Oh chaos'd and covered her face, crying.
She knew the real her would have NEVER said that to Sonic… never deliberately hurt him like that… never push him away or deny his comforting arms…
"Japan… I'm lost! I'm already dead!" American Amy almost dropped to her knees, but Japanese Amy caught a hold of her and helped her up.
"What do you mean? Shush, shush… there, there, you're okay, what happened?" Japanese Amy held her head to her chest, and let her cry. She was trying to desperately put two and two together and figure out what had just happened, what would make Sonic emote that way… such sadness… such pain…. Emotional turmoil wasn't even gonna cut the description of what she just saw on Sonic's face. She patted Amy's head while looking to the floor's slowly going down to the lobby.
She didn't think she'd ever saw that face on Sonic before… until she remember her own Sonic… and what had happened back in Japan…
"I'm not okay… I'm not… I'm so not okay!"
"There, There. It's going to be alright… I have you now… you're not alone, okay?"
The people swarmed them again, even some trying to use 'forced data' techniques to force the data into a flashdrive or other data storing device to get Japanese Amy back.
They pushed through the crowds and we're finally making there way out to the parking lot.
"What do we do?" American Amy sniffed. "They're trying to get you back. I don't want you to leave me!"
"I said you're not alone and I meant it! I have an idea!" She used her data to pull out her air-gear. "Hop on!" she got up and helped American Amy on as she wiped a tear away.
Sonic stood looking out a window… watching her go away and taking a deep breath.
"…Your letting her go?" Shadow appeared behind him, folding his arms and looking out to the girls.
"Huh!? When did-.. how.." Sonic looked around, confused.
"I'm worried… if your Amy caused our Amy to act out of hand… what will she have her do this time around?" Shadow spoke, looking out the window as well at the two rushing away from the people below.
"Our Amy…? Wait… are you-?" Sonic suspected this might not have been American Shadow, but the Shadow just smirked, seeming to confirm his suspicion.
"Amy did say she had help breaking the rules, did she not?" he rotated his arm. "She wasn't lying when she said she twisted some arms." He rubbed his arm. "Anyway, Wifi is a lovely device." He sneered.
-At a local Café-
The Amys slipped a bit of their drinks, as American Amy started to put her spoon in her cup and swirl it around.
"…Hey, Japan…"
"Yep-pah!" she said that after taking a long sip, so she let her lips smack together and then lick any residue of the sweet taste still left on them off.
"…I can… ask you anything and… considering the situation, you would… do it, right?" Amy stopped spinning her spoon for a moment, and looked up at Japan, who was pouring some more of their shared beverage.
"Eh-hmm~" She chimed, before taking another slurp and loving the American drink.
"….What if I asked you… to…" she looked away, bending her ears slightly.
"Uh-huh?" she stopped drinking to make that noise before politely lifting a finger, grabbing a napkin, dabbing her mouth, and then drinking some more.
"…To rewrite my code..?"
American Amy ducked down, letting go of her drink and spoon as she nervously knew what was to come next.
Japanese Amy's eyes shot open, and she spit out her drink, before slowly putting it down and looking at the mess she made on the nice outdoor table.
"….So… is that a yes?" She smiled weakly.
"Pah.. well I should hope not!" Japanese Amy reached for her napkin again, cleaning up herself and the place. "What on earth are you talking about!? Change your coding?! It's already messed up as it is!" she kept looking down to clean, then back up at Amy, and then down again to clean some more.
"Japan-… Amy!" American Amy reached out and grasped her other's hand. "Listen to me… please…" She slightly glitched, phasing a bit as Japanese Amy gasped.
"What?" American Amy looked herself over, and then let go of her hand, holding herself until it passed. "S-s-so-r-ry.. i-it been happening l-l-la-tely…" the glitching finally stopped, and Japanese Amy looked heartbroken.
"You want me to change your code… and increase that?" she let out, feeling so much love and concern for her friend.
"Please, you're the only that is kind enough to do this for me." American Amy stood straight, and looked out to the city before her. "I've never felt so free… to be someone I'm not." She stated.
"Wha… what do you… mean by that?" To Japanese Amy, she was talking almost crazy, and she looked at her with a new eye now, one that… wasn't very trusting it seemed.
"I know this sounds like… well, blasphemy, but you could alter my code into whatever I wanted to be right? What if I could… customize myself and be who I always wanted to be?" She looked back and slightly leaned over the table to her other self. "What do you think?"
"I think we need to go back." Japanese Amy swished the napkin down, and started getting up. She looked frightened…
"No, no, no! Amy, stop!" American Amy grabbed her arm.
"America, your scaring me." She stated, looking back with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm worried about you… more than ever now. The errors… they're effecting your thinking! Amy, what your talking about it's… it's suicide! You'll die faster than ever if I do as your suggesting!" she swiped her arm out of her grasp and grabbed her hand, stomping off. "We're getting you back in that operating room where you can get healed and-"
American Amy ripped her hand out of hers. "NOOOO! I won't go back! I won't lay and watch as I wait for an answer to be found! I'm already to far gone, A-A-A-Am-y." she glitched again, but only slightly, phasing into two Amy's that seemed to split from one, and revert back to that center one. Her voice was distorted for a moment with it too, and she put her hand to her mouth.
"…See…" Japanese Amy was being ripped out from her very core, seeing someone she cared about so much being so far away from her it seemed… so far gone… so…
Dead.
"And this will only get worse." Strongly stated American Amy, as she looked up to her original. "With your power, you can rewrite my code and let me live the very end of my life in complete bliss. I don't have to be restrained by what someone writes on a piece of paper, or drawn or animated into moving a certain way, to act a certain way, to even… have someone else's voice to be called my own I don't want that anymore! I want to be… I want to be…"
"What!? What do you want to be, a freak of nature? Amy, your not a living being! You're a computer chip! A-a… program meant to be loved and adored by children who call themselves fans everywhere! Amy-"
"I'm tried of being confined to Amy Rose!"
The loud outburst made Japanese Amy step back, terrified and completely heartbroken at her words.
"Your… tried of being…
..me?"
"Yes! I'm sick and tried of it!" American Amy kicked a garbage can over. "Why not have wings?" She suddenly said, looking over to American Amy and rushing to her, grabbing her trembling hands. "How about it? Haha! I could fly!"
"…we're a hedgehog… hedgehog's don't have-" Her voice was faint, watching her friend slowly losing her mind… not sure what to do.
"Yeah, I know that, but think about it, Japan… Come on, Japan!" she shook her a moment, and looked deep in her eyes, showing the longing she had. "I could be free, flying the skies…" she looked up, seeing the clouds above her. "I wouldn't have to see everyone's disapproving looks… their pity, their agony…" She looked back to Japan. "Wouldn't that be somethin'?" she breathed out. "Being who I want to be? Not who someone said I should be? Living… flying without restraint or remorse. Without anyone judging you or seeing you a certain way!"
"..I.." Japanese Amy gaped, and finally narrowed her eyes, finding the courage to speak her mind. "No!" she stated, and threw American Amy's hands off of hers downward. "They look at you like that because they love you and worry about you! Your not alive, Amy, but you are to me and to them! And now your asking me to erase the last strand of decent code from your being to create something that will end up killing you!? Amy how could you ask me to kill you!"
"Japan… look at me. I'm dying." American Amy laughed out. "What more could possibly happen than for me to wait and die?"
"They could save you!" Japanese Amy shouted out, fighting back tears. "They can recover the good script of code left and find the bad and destroy it before it overcomes you!"
"…Japan… I'm already a dead gal walkin'…" American Amy gestured out to herself, and let her hands fall to her sides. "Please… just this once, the only time I got, let me die in peace?"
"…Y-you… speak as though you want to die." Japanese Amy held a hand to her heart. "Please tell me that isn't the case..?"
"…What more is there for me… Even if I had the chance to survive… even if they found the core of the error and fixed it… I'd go back to an angry Sonic who doesn't trust me, a group of them, actually…" she giggled, turning around and facing Japanese Amy by her back. "I'd be pampered and feared… pitied and only seen as a trouble maker… the trouble maker who glitched."
"That's not true!" Amy started to cry, leaning forward and trying to state her case.
"How would you know!?" American Amy flung back, glaring at her. "It's the rarest case to glitch! How would you know what's like!? To have to come to reality and realize, hey, I could die! That's a new one. Huh!? When have you ever lost all your lives and suddenly there was nothing, the end! No restart, no play again, nothing! Well?"
"…I…I don't know." Japanese Amy looked away.
"That's what I thought."
She gripped her dress. "But… I feel like… like I do." She turned to Amy. "I feel like I somehow can understand! Your not scared… your done being scared, you just want to break free of it all and get even worst while doing something you see as impossible and going out with a bang! Is that right? You tried of feeling hopeless and are just ready to, not cave in, but cave OUT."
"…" American Amy turned around, looking at her with slight anger but realizing she did understand her pretty well. "Well, will you do it?"
"…I can't." Japanese Amy turned around this time, gripping her arms over her chest and crying. "I could never kill you…"
"Please…Your gonna have to anyway. When you use my backup data to create another me-"
"Do you even realize how I'll die the day I have to do that!? Amy… Amy you're breaking my heart!" She turned around, stepping into American Amy's face and desperately trying to make her snap to her senses. "Please understand… I love you… you're my dearest friend… I couldn't." She shook her head, and then turned away from her. "I couldn't bare to try and see her as you… not you, I actually-" she stopped herself, as American Amy urged her,
"Go on…"
Japanese Amy took a deep, shaky breath, and spun around. "I really liked the glitch Amy!" she declared, as American Amy's eyes widened. "I like how she didn't seem to be an exact mirror of me like the others, how we bonded, how we made up schemes together, how we pretended to be gay for one another to get the attentions of our Sonics!"
"Yeeeah, that was a good one." American Amy giggled.
"I loved how she cared and how we schemed things together and I COULDN'T HAVE THAT WITH ANOTHER YOU!" she cried, wiping her tears as best as she could. "She… she would have forgotten… her other self and…" she took a shaky breath again. "I could never treat her the same…"
"….Please… Japan…" American Amy hugged her friend, mother, original self… "Please help me in… doing my last dying wish."
Japanese Amy cried in her arms, and nodded. "I… will do it. But only because… because you said there's no chance of fixing you… and because I love you, Amy. I…" she gripped her, holding her back and just letting the tears fall.
This was the last time she'd see even a glimpse of the Amy she knew.
And the Amy she loved…
-Under the Sega Building-
"Can't we use the Wifi?"
"Nah, don't got the password."
"O-oh…"
"I have to get in through the main cables… and that's way under here."
"…it sure is… industrial."
"That's a polite way of saying metal and bland."
"Haha…well…yes…"
The two Amy's made their way down to the power lines, as American Amy opened one and started fiddling with the cords.
"Don't electrocute yourself!" Japanese Amy warned.
"Relax, we're pretty much made of electricity. The worst it could do is burn my hand and give me a sugar rush." American Amy reassured her, before finding the right cord. "Ah-ha! Got it! This cord should lead us into the computer's power outages! We'll work our way to the operation room's computer where we'll open my locked file and start rearranging and editing my code!" Amy started to pixilated herself, and sucked herself into the energy current, creating a portal.
"Come on, already!"
"Oh…but… what if it sees me as a virus? I'm a foreign code you know…" Japanese Amy pigeon toed and held her hands near each other, looking scared of this all this 'breaking into the system' stuff.
"Amy! You high-jacked a flashdrive, man up!"
"Ohh! Don't you 'man up' me! That wasn't breaking and entering, that was being a stowaway!"
"Yeah, well, now you're taking the train." She pixilated her arm out to help Japanese Amy get in. She moved her fingers in the universal sign of 'come here'. "Come on. The system will read you as me, the only difference is it'll read you in Japanese."
"B-but…" Japanese Amy looked worriedly at the hand, and then looked behind her, frightened.
"Come on, Waifu!"
"Oh man, I'm doing your every beck and call, aren't I? I really am your waifu…" Japanese Amy placed her hand on her head.
Amy pixilated her head, "Yeah, you are!~" she moved her eyebrows up and down in a flirty manner, but was just teasing her and grabbed her arm, pulling her in.
The two got sucked into an upward air flow of electricity, as they held on to each other, American Amy flying more upward, and Japanese Amy holding on to her hands extended down to her.
The two finally found a balance and flew at the same height, as the yellow bars turned to jagged lines that propelled upward like backwards lightning.
"Woah!" Japanese Amy clung to her American self, who just laughed at her fear.
"Oh, get over it. It's something new." She looked up, looking for the right outlet to exit through.
"Well, excuse me for not fearing anything cause I'm not already dying!" she hollered out.
"Pfft~ One day I hope you'll be this brave without 'awaitingdeath already' being a stimulator." American Amy teased. "Oh, look! There it is!" she pointed to an exit outlet and flew Japanese Amy with her, "Come on."
The two re-pixilated in the operation room, as Japanese Amy looked around, and American Amy just rushed to the computer, booting it up and turning it on.
"Is this… where they placed you?" Japanese Amy stroked the side of the table, and looked shocked to see straps on it.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
Why did that seem familiar…?
Amy had a massive headache for a second, before she seemed to be having a flashback.
-Japanese Amy's flashback-
Amy's coding began to retell blurred events, as if the coding was confused on what was being triggered, and had just scarcely found the file to create this odd and loopy flash back. Nothing was really visible, but he words were slightly muted or distorted, but Amy could still make some of it out.
"You… remain still." The voice was fading in and out, and Amy could only see what looked to be figures of men walking around.
"…Scared!...Son…Sonic!...Hel..help…Me!"
"Stay…still child."
More distorted voices until-
A blue smudge entered the hazy memory.
His voice wasn't distorted.
In fact, it was completely in tact.
"Hold on, Rosy… I promise… I'll never love again."
What… exactly did that mean? But before the image could finish, the vision blurred and contorted and swirled. Amy had lost her backup memory chain, and the coding around it was so loosed and badly scripted that that was all it could muster in bringing up that forgotten memory…
-End flashback-
"Woah, hon, you okay?" American Amy placed her hands on Japanese Amy's shoulders, snapping her out of her trance. "You look a little pale there…"
"H-huh? Oh, I'm… well… What have you done?" She skipped the question entirely, kind of like how American Amy did when she asked, and looked toward the computer.
"Oh, well I turned on the computer and got the folder that has my data inside." She explained, rocking back and forth.
She glitched to the right, completely teleporting it seemed, but Japanese Amy didn't notice this, as it happened behind her, and she was moving towards the screen. "That's it?"
"Yep! That's the one." American Amy was acting weird, more cheery than usual, but Japanese Amy didn't notice this either. To her, that was her usual self, so it didn't phase her experiencing that again.
"So… we just digitize inside, right?"
"You got it!" American Amy pushed Japanese Amy inside the computer.
"WOAHH!" Immediately getting pixilated, Japanese Amy looked around. "W-where..?"
"In we go! Haha!" Japanese Amy floated around before helping Japanese Amy to the ground of the board. "Sorry, I had to make sure you weren't chickening out." She stuck out her tongue, playfully.
"O-oh." Japanese Amy was starting to notice the change, "When did you get so happy..?"
"So what now?" American Amy playfully put her finger in her ear, as if cleaning it out. "Well, anyway, here it is! My corrupted data file!" She happily walked towards it with her normal walk, as Japanese Amy stopped and looked at her strangely, suspicious even of her behavior before looking up at the folder.
She gasped.
The folder looked wrinkled, and a spark kept flashing off the side of it, like it was having an electrical circuit problem.
"Why is it.. sparking… like that?" She asked.
American Amy glitched, "I-I-If I-I'm T-t-to close it will start e-ef-ef-eff-effecting me and the true nature of how m-mu-much-much damage has actually occ-oc-occur-occurred will be mo-more-more-re noticeable." She didn't seem herself, and the glitching was intensified now.
Japanese Amy felt her heart stink inside herself, holding back her sadness, but failing to keep it concealed, she was more than afraid for her friend.
She was already mourning her.
"C-come O-on, th-th-this'll b-be-be-be-be-be-be fun!"
"…Alright."
Japanese Amy marched on, realizing how far gone Amy already was, she felt that if her last wish really was to do this, then she would have too. To respect her friend, to lose her… she would do anything for American Amy. Even her death wish…literally.
They entered her file, feeling a bit of zap as Japanese Amy looked at her burnt sides. "Ite!" she 'ow'd in Japanese.
"H-here is my main dat-a-da-data frame." American Amy was glitching harder now, and Japanese Amy could barely look at her without forming tears. She closed her mouth, not wanting to show that she gaping at the fact that the girl she just had a drink with was really this …. Being away from her data, not having it travel with her allowed for her to stay some-what functioning.
There really was no hope… and to someone like Amy… no hope… was just like death.
"M-make me-me-me have win-wing-wings!" American Amy lifted her arms up, excited about all this.
"…Alright." Was all Japanese Amy could even say. She was looking at a ghost. Her Amy was already dead before she got here, and no one knew it… no one but the operators who wouldn't give up what they were meant to do. She now understood the straps, being this close to her data… she must of glitched quite a lot, and maybe even lost it once or twice with them…
Japanese Amy moved up to the tight ball of light, as she was about to put her hand to it, the whole background became a billion rectangular screens, dark silver and clear.
Amy sighed.
At least that was normal…
Till she saw large sparks from the side of her, and ducked.
A few of the screen were tearing off, only being held by some cords. Some of those cords were scratched up, and leaking 0's and 1's and other data codes.
She realized how damaged American Amy was just by looking at the state of the data frame. Everything… everything was falling apart…
No wonder they were having such a hard time finding the core… there were to many little odd and in things that needed fixing, and they seemed scattered, not in one place as Japanese Amy tried to not think about it.
She couldn't fix her with her own code.
She may experience errors and then die herself.
And it killed her knowing she couldn't sacrifice herself for her friend.
Her coding had protection to it, and it wouldn't open to her Will. It would only open if Japanese Sonic broke that code with his own coding. That or Sega of Japan needed to go in and do something to it.
American seemed more open to the idea of leaving code in accessible files, whereas in Japan, everything was in lockdown and high security.
If she used her original powers… no, the errors wouldn't be fixed by that… she would still be killing her Amy, by creating another her, just like Sonic created that other Sonic…
Thinking back on it, Amy realized how little the meaning of life meant to game characters like her and Sonic.
It took Sonic only moment to swipe his hand and delete the other Sonic, who she had even kissed believing it was him.
Worst of all…
She didn't even respond after it faded away…
She was so used to the idea of a restart… of a continuation… when a character jumps off a cliff, he reappears at the last checkpoint with no rings.
That was death.
The only death she really knew.
The only death any of them knew.
It wasn't her hurt that blinded her when that other Sonic was wiped from existence… it was the very fact that she couldn't imagine anything being wiped out of existence.
But here she was… ready to end her friend's life by mixing and creating code to her delusional liking…
She looked back, seeing American Amy dancing around, glitching…
"What's wr-wro-wrong-wrong-wrong with chu? Hurry UpIca n't waIT anylonger." Even her speech was failing her.
"…Alright." Japanese Amy shed another tear. "Alright…"
She looked back at the ball of glowing light, with the similar texture of the screens edges sticking out of it from time to time, like a fading disco-ball, coming in and out of reality.
"…Wings?" she opened the ball, which formed a panel out in front of her. This was something only she could do… being an original… only they could fiddle with code like this.
She took a deep breath, and leaned her head up, closing her eyes. "…Goodbye Amy." She let a few more tears fall down, but remained silent, not even letting a single sniffle or whimper escape. She lowered her head, and pulled out data that she started to re-create.
American Amy, or what was left of her mind, sprouted pink, perfect furry wings on her back.
"Ha…hahaha! Look! Wings! I h-h-av-av-av-ave wings!" she flew around the space, flapping them as she went. "WWWWINNNNGGGGGSSSS!"
"Anything else?" Japanese Amy felt dead inside, her eyelids slightly droopy, her face a permanent frown, and absolutely nothing in her heart but sorrow and lost.
"Ne-new-new-new outf-fi-fi-fi-fif-fiffffi-fit!" Amy glitched to the point where her head band and dress were now the loopy static from before, different colors and occasionally white and black specks that equaled to nothing much but interference.
"Alright." She swiped her hand through the panel and created a new look, using existing data that stung her hands, due to it's corruption and her security features not allowing it to enter her as she also released code to create more for American Amy, and then slowly, after the code was constructed, no matter how poorly, she lowered her hands.
The code spun in a circle, and was absorbed by the panel, as the screens around, all configured in a circle, glitched and even a large portion came out of the wall.
"Ah!" Japanese Amy ducked, having the sparks fly everywhere.
"Mor-e-e-r-e-more! Give me Mo-or-ore!"
"..I… How can I? There's not much to work with and if I get you out of here now we may still get a week of you left!" Japanese Amy watched more panels fall out, and even more cords start flinging and sparking around.
"The whole place is gonna fall apart! Amy, what more could you want?!"
"Make me co-coo-coo-cool and bo-bo-bold-bold-bold." American Amy glitched through the falling screens, which didn't seem to even effect her, as if she couldn't see them. Her dancing and joy continued, as Japanese Amy watched in horror and at the same time… love.
"Alright,… but only one more thing!" Japanese Amy got up, hanging over the panel as it disappeared and reappeared, making a fading noise as it did so.
A red light appeared behind the Amys, showing that the file was about to be lost forever.
"One more thing… and then… only one more day…" Japanese Amy read the remaining code, and knew it was collapsing in on itself… "One more day…"
She started to create the code, knowing it would damage the rest of her already disrupted personality and being but she couldn't help it! It was American Amy's last wish,… to be someone … or … something else and not be confined to someone else's wishes.
"There! Now let's go!" Japanese Amy grabbed American Amy, glitch or not, she was getting what remained of her out of there!
The whole place started to fall apart, as a huge chunk of the ceiling came crashing down, and soon, glass from the screens shattered like a sonic boom as the panel finally faded away.
The Amys made it out on time, as the file now looked to have sparked a flame.
The flame moved… slowly at the lower left corner of the file, and moved like a sloth.
American Amy shook her head, having been flown away from Japanese Amy due to the explosion and crash.
"W-woah…" she shook her head. As Japanese Amy slowly got up, looking at the burn and noticing it's meaning… filled her with dread and shock.
"Sorry about th-that-that. Whenever I'm nea-near-near-near my file, I tend to get loo-loo-loopy… hahah." She scratched behind her head, but her arm now moved through her head. Her base had been tampered with to get her outfit on, and so her imitators on her limps and such were gone.
"..Do you… even see that?" Japanese Amy clutched her fist.
"…huh? What do you me-mean-mean?" American Amy turned to look at her file, seeing the fire slowly spread. Where it already had burnt the corner, was completely pitch black.
"…That's how long you have left to live." Japanese Amy couldn't hold in her feelings anymore, she started to twitch and shake in rage and grief. "When that flame completely consumes that file, you'll be nothing. Dead. A mere deleted waste of beautiful time, love, and work completely wasted because you wanted to be selfish in the end!"
"…Jap-pan-pan-pan.." American Amy looked to her, seeming to not understand but still wanting to comfort her somehow. "I'm not sor-or-or-ory for my ac-actions."
"…Well, I am…" Japanese Amy spun around, pointing to the file. "Because I brought the apocalypse to you early! Because you convinced me I had to let you go! Die in peace you said… hmph, DID ANYTHING IN THERE LOOK LIKE PEACE TO YOU!? Did you even look around and realize that what was falling apart was YOU!? Your very essence!?"
"…I-I-I chose this f-fa-fate." American Amy lowered her head down slightly, but never stop looking firmly at Japanese Amy. She was sort of back, but not really. This was distance… this was only a matter of time…
"YOU?! I brought this fate! ME! Because I was foolish enough to believe that this was what you wanted! But you don't know what you want, Amy… the errors have corrupted you to the point where they convinced me to kill you early! I'm the reason your dying! I didn't create the errors but I sure as chaos helped them!"
Japanese Amy was past her boiling point, in fact, her emotions swarmed her, over took her. She was letting out everything, blaming herself only because she was in misery, yelling only because she had unfinished business that could never find closure now. She was crying uncontrollably as the very computer couldn't contain the data she was releasing into it. It couldn't hold her emotion of what her Code stated was in her, and it couldn't conceive the Will power that was forcing the Code to express multiple sides of her heart, her kindness, her selflessness, her weakness, her compassion, her sorrow, her grief, her woe, her anger, her frustration, her meekness, her humility, her stress, etc.
The computer began to fry, not being able to properly and quickly process everything as the original Amy rammed into American Amy, pushing her out of the computer as it sparked and shut down.
Laying on the floor… American Amy looked at her unfamiliar hands… her new outfit… her new wings… and realized that maybe Japanese Amy was right… she had lost her mind.. her code, her very will..
"It's-me." She glitched, missing a word out. "It's – the me I always wanted to be."
Japanese Amy got up, stumbling to the wall and trying to hold herself together. She couldn't control her emotions, and she'd never had so many at one time. She felt her head on fire, as her code tried to process everything on it's own. Everything in her being that pertained to what Amy Rose would do concerning what had just happened… She was sure her programmers never expected her to have to go through this kind of emotion drama to the point where everything they just gave her concerning her personality would be overloaded to the break of over exhausting a computer hard drive and end up leading her to overheat.
"No… It's not you."
American Amy looked to Japanese Amy, not able to move her legs due to the limber of them now. They wouldn't connect with the floor…
"…I'm so sorry…I'm so so sorry.."
Her regret over came everything else in her system, causing her 'fever' to come down.
"No…no… you miss heard me."
"…Wha… what?"
Japanese Amy turned around, seeing American Amy use her wings to get up, and hover.
"I didn't want this… I just wanted to-to have someone love me… to see if any-anyone would do what you have done… for me. I think that's what I want-want-wanted in the end… to be loved. To have an ac-ac-t-t-act of pure love like that."
Japanese Amy clutched where her heart would be programmed, and felt it beating fast.
"Yes… that is what I… what we would of wanted…" She dropped her head.
A kick came from the door as suddenly the door was flung open, "What's going on in..!? Amys!?" A man looked around, as Knuckles and Espio were outside the door.
"It is the Amys!"
"So that's where they went off too."
Sonic zoomed into the room, apparently, they were all looking for them it seemed. "Am-!...!?" he noticed her flying with wings, and her new outfit, and the steaming computer that Japanese Amy accidentally over-ridded. "What… on earth?"
He looked to Japanese Amy, who couldn't help but start weeping again.
"What… did you do?"
"I'm sorry, Sonic… I'm so, so sorry… I thought… she wanted this I thought… I was doing what was right, I… I-"
She fell to her knees, not being able to stop herself from wailing in heartache as American Amy flew out the door.
"Stop her!" Knuckles cried out, but she was already dodging people, her legs now not functioning, and her color started to turn static too.
"How long…" Sonic looked back to Japanese Amy, and got down to her level, shaking her. "HOW LONG!?"
"A few minutes…" Amy looked up into his eyes, not able to see clearly from all the tears that were still falling. "I thought she wanted this… I thought this would ease the pain… was already dead, wasn't she? Why… why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything…" Her voice was one of a mourning mother and friend, and Sonic felt himself losing it around her too.
He looked away and looked back and forth on the ground, side to side. "I didn't know how to tell you… and I didn't know how to tell her."
He admitted, as he held in his own forming tears, but code stated he couldn't cry.
"No wonder you wouldn't let her leave… you… you wanted to spend the last few weeks she may had had left with you… you wanted to .. be there.. when…" Amy realized she should never have come to America, and now….
"No one but me could say goodbye to her…No one… but me." The pain of her realization, how she had just caused everyone to lose Amy unexpectedly, that not even her Sonic could even give her a proper goodbye… no one could.
And it was all her fault.
The Sonic characters and even staff were all preparing to say their goodbyes… and Japanese Amy had been fooled by Amy's errors into killing her off early…
"Go…" Amy couldn't even look at Sonic, but was just staring off at nothing to the side of him. She breathed out again, "Go and catch her before she fades forever…"
Sonic looked back at Amy, and dashed.
-At the top of a huge skyscraper-
American Amy had flown out of Sega and to the top of one of the highest buildings, letting the wind whip by her and blow around her being.
"Is this… freedom?" She asked herself, completely a shell of nothingness… Her data already making her far gone and barely even a slimmer of sanity left.
She started to lean, about to fall when a blue blur raced up the building, and grabbed her by the waist before she could fall.
"Hold on, Amy! Hold on!" he had used his other hand to grab the spike at the top of the skyscraper. "Please Amy, just let me say it! Just let me say-!"
"Goodbye?" The detail in Amy's eyes turned off and were erased. All that remained of her detail was now just an empty base.
"…Amy…" he could barely say her name, as he was getting choked up in his throat, unable to really speak, seeing her completely being depleted down to her main data core. "Don't leave me… I need an Amy… I need an Amy Rose!" He wished, at that moment, he could cry. "You're the side of me that… that I need, that I never knew I wanted but I do! You're the better half of me! The half that can complete me! All my flaws, are your strengths, they always were! You were made for me, Amy! Amy! Please!"
Amy blinked her now brown eyes, as her base was a light brown color. She was now completely detached from controlling her body. Even her lips didn't move as she spoke, and her body was like a puppet in the wind. "Say goodbye… and let me go… Love the next one… because she'll be the last one…"
"What…Amy! I can't Amy.. I…Amy… Amy, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Amy, or what was left of American Amy, had glitched and phased through his arm.
She fell down the skyscraper, her data pixilation around her, as she spread her still barely functioning wings, and flew through the sky, gliding.
"I know now… that any Amy who tries to love… will find my same fate… A-an-an-and perish.. to their curse… of loving Sonic the Hedgehog."
She closed her eyes.
The feeling of the wind…
How she longed for it for so many decades…
From the time she was born and on…
But she was free now…
She didn't love Sonic.
She didn't love anything now.
Because now, she wasn't anything.
As Amy glided, her pixels had no core feature to return to… and so…
Nothing remained in the wind… but the last 0…of her data…
Sonic raced to the park, where the 0 almost fell to the ground, before he picked it up, and caressed it.
"I won't… I will never … leave you unloved again."
He held the 0 up to his face, and as he slowly opened it, it had all but dwindled slowly into the air, piece by little data bit piece… until there was nothing left.
Nothing… of the American Amy Rose.
-Back at Sega-
Sonic walked into the lobby, seeing everyone there crying or torn apart by what had happened.
He looked around and noticed his face looking back at him.
"…America…" Japanese Sonic approached him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We need to talk."
"You sure as heck picked a perfect time." Sonic shoved it off his shoulder, and walked to his Tails and Knuckles, who embraced in a group hug.
Japanese Sonic watched the moment, and had to look away, feeling the pain from years before, and knowing he had to help Sonic in dealing with it now… more than ever… when there was no one for himself.
"Everyone…"
Everyone turned to Japanese Amy, as she held in her the backup data, a ball of pure white light, like the one she experienced before.
"I have… an idea."
-A few hours later-
Everyone gathered around, knowing their part in this as Japanese Amy began to do what Japanese Sonic had done in creating another Sonic. In almost the exact way and order, she reconstructed another base and build, taking her own files and creating copies to place into the new backup.
"Everyone ready?" She softly spoke out, as they all nodded towards her.
American Sonic took a deep breath, and finally gave his nod.
Japanese Amy nodded back, and wondered if he held any resentment toward her… after what had happened. He had already stated that her idea made up for her folly, but she knew he would need far more time to truly get over this.
Amy moved the data down, and slowly brought it back up, as a new Amy stood before her.
The American managers and employees rushed over to the new Amy, inputting things that were specific to the American computers of which will harbor her data and extracting the same code into 'forced data' capsules, which they tried to use to capture Japanese Amy and ship her back to Japan.
After the Amy was properly connected to the American district of Sega's company, she opened her eyes, and looked around.
"W-…what happened? Where am I?" she asked, and tilted her head cutely.
It took everything in Japanese Amy to not cry, she took a deep breath and in a very sad but understanding tone stated, "You're home."
"We have something for you,…Amy." American Tails brought over a letter, a letter swarming with data in it.
"O-oh? Really? What is it?" The new American Amy looked at the strange letter, curious at it's glowing and data swarmed being, and smiling in her fascination with it.
"This… is all my memories of you… All the memories.. outside of the game world." He let go of the letter, almost like his birthday gift to her, a file containing every memory of Amy outside the games, even the counsel and her errors.
The data flew up and was absorbed into her memory file.
"W-…woah." Her eyes widened.
"Welcome to Sega of America… Amy." Tails smiled and then winked to her.
One by one, they all gathered their letters, and raised them up in the air. It was as if this exact moment was their final goodbyes. A lasting memory of her existence,… and who she was.
"We know we can't restore your memory, Amy…" Japanese Amy spoke out, "But we'll try." She giggled lightly, still fighting back tears. "Oh, we'll try."
The data letters all morphed into data code and flew into the new Amy, who absorbed it all with a smile on her face. She spun around, letting the code embrace her, and laughed.
"Oh! What a sort I was!" she giggled. "No secrets then! I know everything about who I was and what I can be!" she grinned, simply beaming, something American Sonic hadn't seen in a long time.
It made him cover his mouth, and gasp for some air, shakily. Closing his eyes and remembering his promise.
He moved through the crowd, and released his data letter to her.
"….!" She turned to him, as he stood only a little ways away from her.
They stared into each other eyes… and her smile faded, turning into one of love, worry, and pity.
He couldn't look into those eyes… not yet anyway, as he retreated down the corridor.
This was Japanese Sonic's chance.
He dashed after him, as Japanese Amy watched from a ways away. She wanted to follow him, but waited until everyone was done greeting and welcoming the new American Amy before she left her side.
"Mother…" The new Amy spoke, still looking to where American Sonic walked away. "Why did he make a promise he couldn't keep?"
"I'm not mother, remember? And what are you talking about?" Japanese Amy walked over and held the new Amy's hand. Surely, just coming to life would be odd for anyone, well, at least she thought so. Since the other Amys's were a bit afraid, after all.
"Oh, that's right. I remember." She turned to Japanese Amy, and poked her nose. "You don't like being called Waifu though."
Japanese Amy made a face and then started laughing. "But what do you mean, a promise he couldn't keep?"
"Well, he lied. I saw it in the memory he gave to me of her. The old me." She looked back after him.
"…What do you mean?" Japanese Amy's heart raced. "What did he say to her?"
"Hold on, Rosy… I promise… I'll never love again."
"What did he promise her?!"
"He said… he promised he…
Would never leave me unloved again."
-Down the Corridor-
"Sonic! Hey! Earth to me! Quit ignoring me and listen to me!"
"I can't!"
"Oh, yes you can! And you will!"
Japanese Sonic spun American Sonic around, since he was just as fast as him anyway, it wasn't hard to keep up.
"What do you want, Japan." American Sonic was holding himself back, in the mood to talk at all right now, as he was just mindlessly running the corridors, trying to shake and lose the feeling he had right now.
"I need to tell you about my Amy.. what happened… before your Amy…" he scratched his head, looking nervous. "Listen… My Amy-"
"Your Amy.. your Amy? If she was your Amy, you'd have claimed her as that by now…"
"What are you saying?"
"…" Sonic clinched his teeth, and shook his fist. He couldn't hold it in any longer…
"Is there something you need to say to me first?" Japanese Sonic asked, as American Sonic spun his head around to face him.
"How long…" he was fuming with rage.
"What…? How long for what?" In confusion, Japanese Sonic stepped back.
"How long until we realize that were the reason Amy always glitches…"
Japanese Sonic's eyes widened. "What are you talking about…?"
"Can't you see it!? My Amy just died because she couldn't keep to her programming! She wasn't able too! And it's all our faults!"
"…Sonic… calm down, your not making sense… and to be honest… after all this… it's worrying me." He raised a hand to his other, scared that he may glitch or something.
"Oh trust me, I'm not glitching… Every Sonic is a glitch!"
Japanese Sonic froze in place. "What…?"
"YOU HEARD ME! All this time… who has been the one causing all these glitches Sonic!? US! We have! And if we don't stop it now, then every Amy is going to glitch all around the world!" American Sonic breathed heavily, screaming and trying to keep his pent up anger and aggression together was not seeming like an easy task right about now.
"Are you suggesting that we killed Amy!?" Japanese Sonic was offended, leaning forward and challenging his American look-a-like. "How could you say such a thing!?"
"You know how!? I'll tell you how… because in the end, if Amy can't love us, then her code can't keep her alive."
"….No.. are you suggesting..?" Japanese Sonic started moving back. "No.. stop it.. Stop it right now!"
"Because you won't love her,… and force us to do that same, even when our coding would of stated the opposite if you hadn't changed it in yourself… we now have to watch our Amys's suffer and die because if their coding tell them to love us, and we force them to not be able too, then who really is the killer!? The error!? The coding!? Or us!"
"Stop it! Don't say another word!" Japanese Sonic rammed into the other Sonic, as an all out brawl started.
"Why!? Why did you use your own coding to rewrite yourself!"
"Shut up!"
"Why won't you love her!?"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Punches flew and two slammed hard down on one another, till Japanese Amy came around the corner, before gasping and about to intervene.
"AMY GLITCHED TOO! MY AMY!"
Japanese Amy stopped dead in her tracks.
The two Sonic's huffed and puffed, to focused on each other to notice her a distance to the side and away from them.
"She… glitched. And before I thought she was about to be lost forever… I …"
American Sonic wiped some spit off his mouth, since the two of them couldn't bleed, or they wouldn't be rated E in the game world if that kind of coding was allowed in them.
"... You what?" Asked Sonic. "Swore you'd never love her?"
"…I loved her very much…" Sonic looked away. "I decided… since she was dying anyway… to give in to her. And it made her forget her troubles…and for a while, it did the same to me… Then they thought they found it." He leaned his head up, taking a deep breath. "After a while of dating, they found it… they found the core of the problem, but she would lose half her memories. You wouldn't understand, it was a different time back then, she was … she was still Rosy the Rascal, and they couldn't lose the original. If they did… well, you know, Originals don't have backups, they make them." he admitted, and then looked back at Sonic. "I thought she was going to be lost forever, so I swore I'd never love again… that she would be the only person I'd ever care about like that…"
American Sonic stood and watched, as Japanese Sonic clutched his head. "I tore out my coding that allowed me to cry…!"
"…So that's why I can't mourn the ones I love?" American Sonic finally spoke up.
"Yes… that's why." Japanese Sonic looked away again. "But they… they saved her." He lightly laughed. "They saved her, no new love interest, no nothing. But there was a catch,… she wasn't herself…" he walked a ways to the side of Sonic.
"She had become Amy." American Sonic concluded.
"Yes, she became Amy in Sonic Advanced. I promised Rosy I'd love her and only her… and then comes along Amy… it's still her… but not her… renewed… remaded… I couldn't love her…. Because she wasn't…"
"The girl you fell in love with." American Sonic clutched his own head, "Son of Ulimate Chaos…WHY!?" he kicked the wall behind him. "That's not fair… I understand your promise but why US!? Why do we have to follow you!?"
"…Because we all work in the same universe… the same script,… for the same game. There can't be any falters or differences in any game… THAT wouldn't be fair." Japanese Sonic finally concluded, and turned around to see Amy quite a ways down the hall, frozen, and looking at him with such disbelief.
"…Amy..?" He almost couldn't believe it. "…Wait… Wait, Amy..! AMY!"
She ran off, thinking she had cried all her tears away before her data created more need for them.
Japanese Sonic's legs froze, his worst fear… he couldn't move.
"No…" he dropped to his feet. "You weren't… suppose to…"
American Sonic looked off after her and then to his Sonic. "I lost mine… are you willing to truly … lose yours?"
"…I already lost her." Japanese Sonic couldn't take his eyes off from where she had ran.
"…No, you big idiot… you didn't." American Sonic growled out, angered by how he could say that. "She changed, grew up. And what do you do? You refuse to love her. It's still Rosy's data in her, it's still Rosy the Rascal, but she's matured, she's grown up. There shouldn't be a promise you have to keep, but you pretended there was. Because you were afraid to love again. Afraid to lose and prepared to let her go and suffer for it. When she didn't go… you did."
American Sonic was about to dash away, but Japanese Sonic grabbed his leg.
"…Please…" he formed in his other hand a data letter. "…Give her this… for me." He let the letter drift up, as American Sonic caught it with little to no respect for it.
"I'll see what I can do."
Keeping his head down, Japanese Sonic let go of Sonic's leg, and let both his hands fall.
The pit of misery is where our Japanese Sonic and Amy lie now, as American Sonic must keep his new promise to his new Amy, but how can he when Japanese Sonic has made it impossible to do so?
Find out, in the never ending story of the one-shots of Sonic IRL!
(Stayed up till 4:30 Am to write this… you better have cried as much as I did or I'm gonna feel like I failed. If you didn't cry… I plead sleep-deprived.)