Sonic IRL (Series)

by CGMayra

In a world where Sonic and his friends are real, virtual AIs that can only be seen through the walls of SEGA, comes a tragic secret within SEGA of Japan's past, and their speedy blue hedgehogs now all feel the consequences. All the Amy Roses from the many different SEGA HQs are glitching! American Sonic is determined to find out why... (Sonamy) CONTAINS: Kisses, deaths

6. Broken Code or a Broken Heart?

Sonic IRL 6

Broken Code… or a Broken Heart?

By: Cutegirlmayra (To be honest, with all my stories, I only daydream a scene and then add things I want in it that retain and uphold the current story and the plot I already have going on. So in all honesty, I usually just 'wing-it' for the rest xD I never know how a story is gonna turn out till it's done, and by then, I'm to exhausted to re-read it and to excited to post it that I don't edit it xP But with this one… this story… I really do love it. I really do love what I'm doing with it and can't WAIT to find out where it's going :D *I know a little of where it's going but-* anyway, enjoy! :D In other news, I do indeed have a Dr. Hope XD He's a dentist though…and a guy… so. Lol I didn't base my doctor off of him okay!?)

A woman walked bristly toward the doors of Sega of Japan. An American with fluent Japanese it seemed. She was young, maybe in her twenties or close to hitting her thirties but not quite there just yet. Then again, that could just be how she looked, but not really how her age was. It was hard to read her, as she wore a buttoned up white shirt and a jacket over it that puffed up and spiked her shoulders with padding as the middle buttoned with a clip in the front. Her skirt was tight but just barely below her knees, and her hair was golden and placed upward in a bun. She wore dark sunglasses, and her high heels sent a ring of powerful footsteps through the lobby as she entered.

She held some files in her hands, and placed them down in front of the lobbyist, who flinched back by the loud nose of papers falling to her counter.

The woman then placed her hands, interlacing, on top of the files, and smiled. "Good day." She greeted with a bright smile and a warm charm within her voice. It was like the first initial impression of her was completely wrong, but maybe she was a strong woman after all, even if she now seemed to cheery to be very… well… intimidating.

"H-how do you do…" the woman bowed her head, as the American kindly bowed hers as well, and lifted her sunglasses up and to her head. "Are you… the Video Game Counselor?"

"Ah, bright as ever." She shifted her head to the side, giving a playful smile and obviously agreeing with the woman's suspicions. "That would be me, and I've been told I'd be given my own office and employee badge." She stated.

"But… you're so… young." The young lobbyist stated.

"Well, you're quite the young thing yourself!" the woman gestured to the girl and smiled, seeming very peppy. "I'm not just a Video Game counselor either, you know." She continued, "I'm also a very well respected Scientist on the leading theories of how Video Game characters and other media characters can just… poof up out of no where and how they are able to live and seemingly breathe around us. Well, only to the employee's with the proper hearts and mind-sets. My dear, have you seen the characters of Sega out and about, by chance?" She narrowed her eyes cutely to the girl, asking her with cute and playful curiosity.

"W-well I.." the woman started, before looking up at the counselor, seeing her excited grin and how her head bounced around almost like a child waiting for the answer as she smiled too, seeing her peer in her. "I have seen some arcade characters walk by a time or two." She beamed, loosing her fear or confusion of the woman.

"Oh! I know! It's it exciting!" The counselor seemed to just… spring with overflowing life and wonder. How could anyone be intimidated by her?

"Dr. Hope? I presume?" A man with a few men behind him came walking out of another area where the walls were clear windows on top, and then the normal walls that you could stick a tac in under them.

"Ah, my new boss." The woman looked to the rather pudgy man, and moved her files off the lobbyist counter. "Till we meet again." She winked to her, and walked up to the man. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you!" She offered her hand.

The man bowed a little and shook it.

"Oh!" she corrected herself and bowed as well. "Forgive me, I've only just arrived in Japan after my last visit for my scientific research on the theory of 'Heart' playing a role in Game Characters 'Will and Code' formula I suggested to the three leading scientist on the matter of 'creativity' and how Game Characters can walk and speak among us." She rambled a bit, trying to maybe show off her credentials to prove she was up for the job.

"Doctor, I'm the creator supervisor of the Sonic division that we currently have going on here." He stated, "Also, you have wonderful Japanese." He bowed again.

"Oh, thank you. It's a pleasure." She bowed as well.

"Will you walk with me?" He gestured to a hall.

"Oh, certainly." She followed after him, bowing again.

One of the three men behind him handed him a file. "Now Dr. Hope, as you may have been informed, our company has been suffering for some time now with the recent loss in America." He stated, and handed her a file to match her already large stack she was holding in front of her.

"Oh, yes I have been greatly informed on the subject by the American staff there as well." She politely held her hand up, stating she didn't need the file and wasn't going to take it.

"Ah, I see. I was uninformed if you had the complete data of it." He handed the file back behind him, as a man took it at once. "In that case, you should look at the files for Japan."

A man came to the side of the woman with an even larger stack of folders that the man just dumped on to her.

"Offph! Oh… oh dear." She stumbled as he just dropped them into her hands, and she fumbled to get a good grip on them as she bent down and then started to count to three, before lifting her back up and only stumbling a little backwards. "I…Ehem, shall read them tonight then…" she stated, as she hastily adjusted her sunglasses on her head before dashing to save her files from falling to the side of her.

"Oh, terribly sorry." He gestured with a flick of his hand for two men behind him to take her files from her, as they rushed off.

"Oh, thank you, um… where are they going with them?" she adjusted her jacket and looked back after them, as the man kept walking, and she hurried to quickly catch up with him.

"To your office, of course." He looked slightly back to her nodded his head, before walking on.

"Oh… right,.. right." She adjusted her glasses again and pulled on her shoe, reaching back for it as to get her bearings straight again. "Listen, I hate to cut the tour your obviously going to give me, but I must get to work on those files right away, but even before that, where is Sonic?" She started to take hold of herself and her objectives right away.

"Oh, you mustn't meet Sonic yet." The man stated, looking back and shaking his head, waving his hand below as if secretly only telling her that that was out of the question. "I must inform you of his personality, traits, backstory-"

"Sir, I know him." She stopped, as the man looked puzzled, and fully turned around to look at her.

"You what?"

"I've read everything there is to know on Sonic The Hedgehog. 'The' in his name, is capitalized as a funny joke an American did to state he was 'The hedgehog' and the name stuck. 'The' is his middle name. How do I know this little tidbit, sir? Clearly, I've done my homework and research, you see…" Like a true American, she started to take charge and show the man she was more than capable of figuring things out on her own, with seemed to startle and frustrate the man with her boldness. "The leading theory is that only an employee with a true fan's heart can see a character. In order to fully be a proper therapist to them and counsel the poor little dears is to, of course, become a fan." She grinned from ear to ear, clasping her hands together.

The man just raised an eyebrow to her.

"So sir! I'd like my badge that officially makes me a SEGA employee and immediately meet this Sonic The Hedgehog at once!" she stuck her head up high, showing her confidence at her craft.

"…I wonder of your professionalism, Dr. Hope." The man insulted her.

She was highly offended.

She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "I've spent 3 months at Nintendo, Curing poor Luigi of his 'inferiority' complex after that 'Year of the Luigi money loss' fiasco, convinced Link he could stand up for himself and have a 'voice' of his own without actually saying anything, he could still do something; I've talked with Spyro about his addiction to chasing things and BURNING their butts off, like he was infamously known for doing back in his golden years and he's improving, wonderfully! In fact! It's been four hundred and eighty two days before he last burned an employee's behind and I've meet the Assassin's Creed's boys, oh, lovely gentlemen with horrible night terrors. I've also seen-"

"Alright, Alright! That's enough." The man stopped her and sighed. He looked disgruntled, and motioned for the remaining man behind him to hand him her badge. "With this badge, by your theories, Dr. Hope, you are now officially apart of the Sega team." He placed the badge on her and clipped it on.

She beamed with pride and joy. "Thank you sir, and now where… exactly, could I find Sonic.. at this hour?"

"Oh, Miss Hope?"

Something tugged on her skirt below, as she looked around and then down, seeing Cream holding cheese in her arms, and holding her skirt cutely, like a child would.

"Ah, you must be polite little Cream, How do you do?" She took her dainty hand and shook it. "Your such a lovely little lady, you are." She cooed to her, patting her head as Cream giggled.

"Oh, Miss Hope, I believe Sonic is up at the roof right about now. He's been so sad, Miss Hope… Can you help him? And everyone here feel better?"

"Chao Chao..!" Cheese seemed to beg too, as they both had adorable little worried eyes, staring right up at her.

"Oh... your so precious! The both of you! Aww!" she hugged the two of them, bending down to do so, as Cream held her back with her free arm, before they let go and she nodded to her. "Alright! I'll start with the roof!" she smacked her knees and lifted herself up and back on her feet again. "Run along now, I'm sure your mother, Vanilla-" she rotated herself to look at the Creative Supervisor, who looked away with folded arms, obviously not enjoying not having much power over her position right now, since she knew what to do already and had everything she needed, it seemed. "Would be wondering where you are." After proving her know-how of the Sonic universe once again to the man who questioned her before, she rotated herself back to Cream. "Run along then, you adorable little rabbit you." she let the girl go as Cream bounded off to find her mother.

"Goodbye, Miss Hope!"

"Chao Chao!"

"Goodbye sweeties!" she waved back.

"Dr. Hope, I do hope you'll show a little more respect in the future." The man stated, and turned around and left.

"I do hope you show a little more respect…neh neh neh." She turned away from the man, and started mocking him, not liking his disrespect for her. "Respect me first and my work and I will." She muttered, and looked around the place.

"Oh crap." She stated, "Where's the roof..? Ugh…" she groaned and started a hurried pace around the place.

"Dr. Hope? I presume?" Tails smoothly rotated himself around the corner she was about to pass, before startling her and making her grasp her heart.

"Oh! It's you! Goodness, you scared me." She laughed.

"Yep! Miles Tails Prower, but you can call me, Tails. All my friends do, anyway." He held out his hand politely, and she shook it.

"How do you do." She nodded.

"You sound a bit to polite in Japanese." He smiled. "In America, I'd assume you'd be cast as British." He joked, smiling.

"Haha! You know, I do believe your right." She actually used English this time, and tried to sound British. "Top of the morning to ya! Jolly Good!"

"Cheerio." Tails played along, as they laughed together. "I thought I should introduce myself, you know, considering we're probably going to be seeing each other a lot." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm a counselor to the Sonic characters of Japan right now, so yes, yes we should be seeing each other quite frequently from now on." She went back to Japanese, and bowed to him politely. "It's so unique how you can change your voice to the current Tails voice actor in America, what does it feel like? You used English before, did you… I don't know… borrow it from your American double-ganger for a moment through the virtual world or-?"

"Haha! You're a curious one. But I guess being a leading mind in the theories of how we work and how we're able to exist in this dimension would be somewhat a requirement for your field." He placed his hand up to his chin, and nodded. "I like your type, the inquisitor of our world, I suppose. Haha! But much more pleasant."

"Ah, right… because you're the 'smarty pants' of the Sonic universe, aren't ya?" she smiled, "It's nice to have a fellow smarty on my side." She kid, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh, shoot! I need to catch Sonic before he disappears and runs off to some other place I will have to find to catch him. Shoot. Do you know where the roof is?"

"The roof? Oh… lately he's been spending hours there… we think it's to…"

"Avoid Amy Rose?"

"…Yeah." He looked away, not liking the answer she gave, it seemed…

"…I'm sorry… I'm sure he's unaware of how it's affecting you and the others." She kindly acknowledged his feelings, and used a reverent tone as she placed her hands in front of herself and together.

"Well, heh, now you're here. And if what I heard is correct, about you and the other Game characters you've helped? Then I think we'll be okay with placing our trust in you." He smiled to her. "Doctor… or therapist?" he joked, turning back to his clever humor, and raising an eyebrow at her with a sassy smile on his face.

"Doctor of Science Therapy." She responded, teasing him back, and winking to him. "But all my friends call me Dr. Hope." She nodded to him.

"So prestigious." He rolled his eyes, sounding sarcastic as he played along. "Good luck." That time he sounded genuine, nodding back to her. "I sincerely hope you can make all this… craziness... go away." He was walking away, but slowly, kicking his legs out as he did so, and when he got to 'craziness' he lifted his arms up and waved them around in circled rotations in the air for a moment, before finally letting them shoot away from each other and fall down, letting them swing as if they were limp.

"…He seems pretty done with all this drama." She concluded, analysising him as she had spoken with him and nodded to herself. "He needs some hope."

She quickly called back to him. "Hey, Tails!"

He stopped, turning his head back, but looking pretty down.

"You're my favorite!" she called back. "I'm a huge fan!" she smiled.

He gave her a quick smile back, raised a hand with a quick wave, and continued to walk solemnly away.

"There… that should give him something to smile about…" she thought out loud and to herself, before walking on.

"The Roof?!"

"Up the stairs.." Tails called back to her.

"Thank you!" she literally screamed back, since he was already far away and ran for the stairs, continuing to head upwards till she found a high door all the way at the top of them.

"Woah, this thing is huge.." she seemed a little frightened by it, and wiggled the doorknob. "Huh?" she pushed on the door, and then slammed against it a few times, ramming her side into it. "It's jammed! … ugh, great!" she moved back and kicked it down, making it swing open and startling Sonic as he stood a few feet away.

"Hey!" he cried out to her, looking upset. "Don't you know it's rude to not knock!?"

She stared at him for a moment, and started her analysis. "Whose there?" she answered.

He looked puzzled for a moment. "What?"

"What who?" she continued.

"What…What?!" he was genuinely caught off guard by her. "Who are you?"

"Well.. first off, you said Knock Knock, and it's rude to not finish a joke." She stated, as she smiled to him and played it off. "And I'm Dr. Hope." She continued to smile politely, but didn't move from the stair case. "May I come in?"

"Wha…? I said 'not knock'… oh." He suddenly got it. "Right, you're the American Psychologist.." he rotated his wrist as he looked down, turning away from her as he suddenly remember the name.

"Therapeutic counselor." She corrected him. "How do you do?"

"Bleh, I don't need you." He stated, throwing his arms up as if to toss her away, he kicked the ground near him, which indicated to her that he was upset with something, and it clearly, wasn't her.

"Apparently a lot of important people think you do." She stated, raising a sarcastic eyebrow to him. "May I come in?" She asked.

"What?" he turned around, "Come in where?"

"To your space, of course." She gestured to the roof. "Being Sonic, I didn't think you really had a 'room' you called your own. You're naturally a nomad, you run where ever you want to and sleep where ever a pleasant breeze is blowing by a comfy tree. Something you seem to find rather quickly, no matter where you are or how far you've traveled." She stated, and looked humorously around again. "So, may I come in?"

He looked at her for a minute, and raised his head slowly from behind slouched down.

"….Come in."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, thank you."

She had to slightly leap a little to get over the extra space from the stair to the door's step and then stumbled out of it. "That door needs to be 10 inches lower to that first step!" she exaggerated, but her exaggeration made Sonic laugh, since he knew what she was talking about.

She immediately noticed his laughter, and smiled.

Everything going according to plan…

"You're a weird one, lady! But that's definitely a hazard, well, for humans anyway." He kicked another loose pebble from the roof's top as it went bounding off to the other side.

"Ah yes, you could fall, feel the pain, but end up with no broken bones or even a scrapped knee." She remembered, "Makes you more cartoony than anything."

"Yeah… no concept of death either…"

He opened up to her, and he didn't even realize it…

She smiled.

"Oh? I've heard there was a death in the family. I'm… sorry for your loss." She decided she should step a bit closer, after all, this was only an exercise to examine his current state. What was his code telling him? Most people would think the human route, 'what's he thinking/feeling/etc.' but she knew a little bit better. She had a fellow scientist inform her on the way computers and coding process, and even the suggestion of alternative intelligence. However, currently in the world, AI's we're just theory, and a sentient being created by a computer wasn't exactly made by humans… but by the creations of humans themselves.

In other words, humans haven't created computer people, but the computer creations, like Sonic, made themselves real in this dimension, and that still was a mystery of how that happened.

She spoke with some of the first game characters ever invented, and learned a bit of how they felt they came into this world, but even to them, it was still a bit of a mystery…

But what was Sonic's code… telling his Will to do? Well for one, had learned about his personality, and knew if she kept the atmosphere light that he wouldn't see her as an annoyance or threat, trying to take over him or his space, as he clearly must of locked the door so no one could disturb him.

Next, he was isolating himself. Well, he's a loner, he does that, but this was different… he was shutting out his friends, stating he was upset and sad about something, but would never let the world see it.

He was kicking the ground, all these indicators coming from what his code was telling him to feel like, and in that, his Will obeyed and also told Code what he wanted to do because of that feeling, which Code then made his leg move forward and solemnly kick a ground, making a rock from the flooring get loose. This result caused more of his Code to react, and the process continued from there in a never ending circle.

So… she knew a butt-load of things just from his small actions and dialogue, and every little thing he did was telling her what she wanted to know, like reading a book that was visual.

"Yeah.. thanks." He seemed to be avoiding her now, not wanting to discuss it further.

He wasn't the one to respond to prying, so she had to use an alternative way of getting him to speak further.

"I was thinking it wouldn't really affect the Japan district but… I can understand if she was a friend." She stated, having the theory he would brust out at her, for being so insensitive in the beginning.

"Wouldn't affect?!" He did just as she predicted, which meant her understanding of him was pitch perfect, so to speak, and she might not even have to read all those files of him after all.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to.." she waited for him to interrupt her.

"Yeah, well, ya did." He did! Ha! She had him right where she wanted him!

She kept her thoughts to herself and moved away, turning to the other side, and giving him some room.

"..Anyway… how is everyone… the same as you?" she held on to a railing, the roof seemed just as old as the building probably was, even if they renovated the inside of the building, the building was still pretty beat up. Even the railing stopped at a certain point, but there was evidence there was more of it before it was cut off like that.

"What is that suppose to mean?" he kept following the small pebble, kicking it around.

'Pent up energy.' She concluded. 'Someone whose used to moving so much and not thinking all the time tends to need an outlet.' She thought to herself, and studied him further, before her silence made him look up, and she quickly turned her gaze away.

He wasn't being mean, like his words might of suggested, he was actually being rather melancholy, and it sounded like it in his voice too…

He was under some kind of emotional distress, but she couldn't tell what it was…

The death, perhaps?

"Well?" she stayed silent for too long, he was starting to suspect her of something now.

"It's just… they all seem rather sad and forlorn…" She started, also doing body movements to help him maybe see what she was trying to convey. She kicked the railing, mimicking his behavior with the pebble, and showing she was somehow who liked to stay active with herself too. She then leaned on the railing, moving her torso out and over the side before jumping back and pulling the railing, leaning back.

Everything she did was to make him more comfortable with him, showing she was just there to talk, and signaled no sign of authority or threat to him in anyway.

Now to see if it worked…

"Was she special to you? That… American Amy?" she asked, not making eye contact with him, before finally taking a chance and looking off in his direction. She climbed up to the railing again and leaned on it once more, looking off and into the distance.

"…" he studied her, and she knew he was so she tilted her head cutely, and smiled.

Her gesture seemed to not cause him any distress, and so he himself looked away, and began to speak more of his mind, not even realizing she was manipulating him into telling her more about his feelings.

"No… she wasn't special.." he stated, being swallowing. "Not to me." He then stated and walked off, to the other railing on the opposite side, and leaned on it, just like she was with her arms, but didn't climb up it or anything, just let it catch him is all.

"…Your other self loved her?" she knew that was wrong, but she had to make him believe she was a bit clueless on everything, she had to learn from him telling her this and not just having him say nothing.

If he knew she knew everything he would feel like he didn't need to tell her anything and then feel like she wasn't doing her job of fixing anything. His expectation would be to high and he'd challenge her place to much.

She had to be gentle.

And she had to be smart…

"No…" he turned to look at her funny. "You didn't know?"

"That you can't love or that you won't love?" she asked, tilting her head and smiling.

"What happened… didn't they … I don't know… prep you? Like anyone else." He looked down, kicking the railing again.

It was all in his legs…

All that pent up energy…

He really had been up here for hours… just… avoiding the world and all who dwelled in it.

She stared at his legs, and then back up at him, before turning her back and leaning on the iron railing again.

"Yeah… but,… only the game stuff." She lied. "You know,… how you act in game or rather… should." She teased. "No one dictates you." she looked away from him. She had concluded earlier, by all his head swings of not looking at her, that he wasn't comfortable with eye contact just yet.

Not with her… anyway.

Maybe not with anyone, there were those who didn't like to look in people's eyes, so she just did what she felt was more comfortable for him.

He didn't even realize he was telling his life story to a stranger… the time went by and he kept telling her story and story. About what he heard from Sonics all over and about their Amys mourning and fearing glitching as well…

He suddenly did though, and she noticed as he stopped right after he mentioned the fight that occurred between him and American Sonic… after American Amy had passed away and the new Amy had been given those memory card letter gift things.

"Why am I telling you all this..?"

Hours had gone by, it was sunset, and he just noticed how honest he was being with her.

His head flicked to the side, still not looking at her.

"Did you…"

He then turned to her, anger in his eyes. "You used your weird doctor powers on me, didn't you?" he glared to her, but his anger wasn't necessarily to her, it was more to himself for being so easily manipulated.

"…I thought after all that, we'd be friends." She stated with an air of complete relaxed peace. She didn't want to come off threatening, as he was desperately trying to pin a big target on her head, but was failing with now having some trust for her already set up from the beginning with her 'knock knock' joke.

"Lady, look." He turned to her, finally addressing her and actually standing in front of her.

That was a good sign.

She smiled, but then put that away as he looked up. She just blinked her eyes and held her head up a bit, looking down at him and waiting for an answer.

She held eye contact, but he quickly laughed it off for a moment and looked away before looking back.

So… he seemed to be quite familiar and comfortable with her now.

Good.

Granted, she had needed to listen to him ramble on about important and key things that those files wouldn't have provided for her. They didn't provide his perspective and she needed that more than ever to help him. But now, she was close to being at a 'respected friend' status with him. After that, he can start treating her involvement with making him feel better and handle what was going on with more respect and seriousness, keeping it light but going deep enough that it helped.

He needed to trust her, and this was all part of the plan, even him figuring it out.

'Took him long enough, though.' She laughed in her head, 'I got more than I bargained for!'

"I appreciate that you want to help me…" he held his hands out, keeping them straight and his fingers together as if he was setting a path in front of her. "But you should be helping my American self,… I don't need any counseling." He shook his head and let his arms flop down to his sides, looking at her like he just excused her and then started to walk away, letting a gust of air out of him lungs, lowering his head, and shaking his hand through his quills.

"..Really? Cause you seemed more than willing to confess about everything that was ailing you a moment ago." She got off the rail, and took on her natural persona, not faking herself anymore.

He seemed to notice, and turned around, looking her up and down in confusion.

"Look, mister." She mimicked what he had done to her, which made his eyelids drop as he seemed annoyed with the mocking gesture. "I'm here to help YOU. Not your American self." She stated. "And trust me… you need someone to talk to, that is an outside party with little to no affiliation to what has occurred or your company, and to just get some honesty for once in your sad little adventure right now." She then pointed to her heart. "It's happening in here, and it has loop-de-loops and all kinds of stuff and I just can't help but feel like that may be an area you need an expert to help you explore. Every hero needs a sidekick, right? Tails is great, but he doesn't seem familiar with this field as much as I am."

Sonic huffed a quick chuckled, hearing her mention Tails.

This indicated to her that he missed his friends very much… and didn't like isolating himself for this long without going back to them every now and again.

"So maybe we should talk again, when your ready, that is." She nodded her head, this was a lot, and plenty, for her analysis and what she needed to do. Now he just had to think about it, but if all worked out the way she hoped it did, he would be walking in real soon. "Take care of yourself, kiddo." She gave him a friendly wink. "I'll be inside if you need me."

As she turned around, she noticed Sonic looking off after her, and in his rebellious nature, he huffed and folded his arms, looking away.

Oh yeah… she had won his heart alright.

She smiled, happy she charmed him and that he would trust her more in time with what was troubling him so.

Now, she had to open her office.

That night, she studied all the ridiculous amounts of files the man had given her.

Every last one.

And she realized that Sega, themselves, had no clue what was really happening.

All she knew was that something happened during that fight with his other self.

And she needed to know…

Exactly what.

-The following days pass~-

The cast of Sonic had all been charmed or forced into seeing Dr. Hope at some point or another, but it had been days since she last saw her MIP, most important patient, Sonic The Hedgehog.

"Alright, now if you need me, I'll be in here okay?"

"I HATE YOU LADY!" Jet screamed back at her, wiping what looked to be tears from his face as he marched out of her office. "YOU DON'T KNOW ME! AND DON'T YOU DARE ACT LIKE YOU DO!" he sniffed, as he suddenly embraced his teammates who looked shocked by his odd and uncharacteristic action.

"You okay, Jet?" Wave asked him, as he shook his head.

"I'M FINE!" he declared, and leaned back, letting them go and placing his hands to his side. "I just… I just needed to let that out." He stated, and looked back to Dr. Hope. "She's a she-devil." He stated. "And I never want to see her face again!" he looked about ready to cry again as he jumped on his board and took off, crying again.

"What was that all about?" Knuckles asked, looking to Dr. Hope.

"Oh, you know… pride issues." She looked back at him, smiling. "But that's all confidential." She then looked away, and opened her door wider. "Are you coming in?"

"Oh no, no… no…NO." Knuckles waved his arms out in front of himself, but clearly stated he didn't want to go in. "Nah, I just.. um.." He leaned his head down and scratched the back of his neck. "Uhhh…" he looked around, swaying his arms up and down and whistling, looking around.

"Okay, let's get this over with." He quickly ran in. "I just feel so under APRRECIATED!"

"Uh-huh." She smiled, and closed the door with a smack of her lips.

As the day went by, Dr. Hope was finally on lunch break, and walked over get a donut and some milk she had in the office refrigerator.

When she walked in.

In the mirror beside her, Dr. Hope almost spit out her milk, but choose to try and remain calm.

From what she heard… she wasn't doing so well, and she barely went outside of her room.

"..Miss Hope?" Amy was keeping her eyes locked to the ground, as she gently closed the door, and placed her hands in front of her. "May I have word with you?" She finally looked up, and Dr. Hope turned around, heart being melted by the way she was portraying herself.

Dr. Hope instantly analysised that she was unbearably lonely, uncontrollably sad, and unrightfully confused. "Dear…for you I could spare quite a few." She immediately placed her cup of milk down and scrambled over to push out her seat for her.

"You look terrible child, what's wrong?" She looked desperate for some counsel, and Dr. Hope was dying to give it. "In all my years of counseling, I've never seen someone so broken…" she didn't even realize she was speaking out loud, as Dr. Hope moved to her desk and seat slowly, not taking her eyes off of Amy, and feeling like she, herself, was on the verge of tearing up as well.

"…I… I didn't know how else to…" she swallowed, obviously she was about to cry herself. "How else to cope or talk to someone else about this…" she admitted.

Right off the bat, Amy was honest. And the Dr. Hope was shocked that she didn't need to win this character's trust for her to be willing to speak with her.

"…Alright, well…" Dr. Hope leaned forward on her desk, looking down at her papers. "…Go on." She stated, wanting to be there for Amy.

Hours passed as Amy poured out her heart to Dr. Hope, and by the middle of it all Dr. Hope had leapt from her chair and the rest of the conversation was done with Amy in her arms.

"Oh child…" Dr. Hope began to cry right along with sniffling Amy, letting herself cry too. "I can tell all you needed was someone to hold you and tell you everything's okay…" They were both in the pits and looked terrible, just crying and sobbing with one another.

"Thank you…" Amy had her hands up to her muzzle, and her head down as Dr. Hope gently rocked her in her arms.

"There, there, you precious little angel…" she laughed out through the tears. "I can't believe this all happened to such a sweet character as you."

"Character..? Why not girl?" She looked up to her. "Miss Hope?"

"Heh, your right. Girl." She corrected herself. "Sorry… and you can call me, Dr. Hope. Or better yet, call me Sophie." She petted her head and scratched behind her ears as Amy smiled.

"Sophie… that's a pretty name."

"It means wisdom." She also smiled, continuing to rock the poor helpless child in her arms, and having her head on hers. "So is Amy." She then stated. "Do you know what it means?"

"… I hear it means beloved." She stated.

"Dearly beloved." Dr. Hope closed her eyes, and then leaned down to look at Amy. "Hey, I think I know how to help you… but first, I need you to help me." She stated.

"…Okay." Amy nodded.

"Okay?" Dr. Hope smiled and kissed her forehead, before leaning her head back on Amy's. "Okay…" she patted her back.

-The next day~-

"You have to tell yourself it wasn't your fault." Dr. Hope stated. They had been in this session for hours, and everyone outside was growing antsy.

"How long are they gonna be?" Jet shook his hands out, pacing. "I gotta give that woman a piece of my mind!"

"Or your heart." Wave was looking at her fingers, before turning her head to Jet, as he blushed and went on a full rage how she was wrong. Storm just looked terrified as he coward behind Wave, but she just folded her arms and stood her ground, not at all phased by his yelling in her face.

"She didn't mean it like that, Jet! Honest, she didn't!" Storm tried to calm him down.

"I WON'T TELL HER A SCRAP ABOUT ME! Hmph." He folded his arms and looked away. "I just… like her free candies… is all." He looked away.

"You also look away when your lying…" Wave shook her head and rolled her eyes. "She must be trying to help you on your anger issues…"

"MY WHAT!?"

Back inside the room, Amy took a shaky breath.

"I know…Ehem." She cleared her throat. "I didn't cause the errors that… that took her away from us… but I did cause her and all her friends to not be able to say goodbye, and I acted selfishly… Ehem." She was finished crying, after only a moment ago she was balling, but she still was having a hard time speaking properly.

"Go on.." Dr. Hope stated.

"But I should move on, keep her in my heart always, and know that I didn't know." She shook her head and started crying again, lowering it.

"There we go." Dr. Hope reached over and patted Amy's back. "Now that we have that settled for now… why don't you tell me about Sonic. Why he's been avoiding you lately."

"….Sonic?" Amy rose her head slightly, she tried to breath correctly and calm down. "He lied." She stated, and wiped her tears away. "And he couldn't tell me the truth, face to face, so he told me indirectly, and it hurt." She stated, taking another tissue and blowing her nose.

"…Lied to you?" She was getting somewhere, now that she was helping Amy, she might get more information on what's troubling Sonic.

"He um… was in love with my younger self." She stated, and looked away from Dr. Hope. "He loved her very, very much." She looked up and tried to take deep breaths.

"Oh… well shouldn't that be a good thing?" Dr. Hope concluded. "I mean… your Amy Rose… you obviously love him too, right?" she leaned forward, and put her arms together. "What's wrong with that? He was too shy, yeah… not very manly, but hey, he confessed right?" she stated.

"No… you don't understand…" Amy looked back to her. "He wasn't in love with ME." She stated. "He was in love with Rosy…"

Sonic walked down a darkened hallway, as he came across some old T.V screens hooked up to computers. Bending down to type, he put some commands into the computer and the T.V flickered on.

"He thought I was gonnna die of glitches… The younger me, anyway."

The opening sequence of Sonic CD came on, as it rolled through, Sonic sat down with a remote, and watched it.

"He made a promise… that since she was going to die… he'd never love again."

When the part where Rosy came in played, he paused and slowed the video down. The image moved in his eyes, as he sped it up back to normal, then clicked for it to stop, rewinded, and played it over again.

"He tore out some coding in him… like the ability to cry."

He then threw the remote at the old T.V shattering it and breaking it as he leaned back, looking distraught and gripping his head. If he could cry… he would be doing it right now.

"Rosy… that's the girl he loved… Not me."

He turned his head to see the video on the computer had disconnected with the T.V, and was frozen on Rosy, looking back over her shoulder at where Sonic had run off too, holding her hands up to her face.

"I mean… it is me… but he just can't see that."

Sonic walked over to the computer, and lifted his hand to the screen. His hand traced her face gentle, before he turned the computer off violently and stood there, his hands holding him up as he leaned his body over the computer.

"He promised he'd love her and only her… But he just can't see. He wanted to believe he was keeping a promise, when really… He's just blind. Afraid to love. Doesn't want to love again because he's to feel loss like that again, crying without end, and truly believing I'm not who I once was…"

"Amy…"

Dr. Hope thought about what she had said, before coming to a conclusion. "Hold on." Her head shot up. "You said he tore it out, he didn't delete his code right?"

"Of course not." Amy sniffed out, "He would force a glitch in himself without that code…"

"And SEGA wouldn't allow it. They wouldn't allow the original to delete his own coding forever… they gave him that for a reason, they wanted him to have love and the ability to cry…" she looked away… thinking…

"There was other code too… I just don't think he included in it the memory within the letter." She wiped her eyes, as it seemed she stopped crying now.

"No, no, no. You don't understand." Dr. Hope grew excited, sitting up on the edge of her chair and waving her hands out to stop Amy from talking for a moment. "He couldn't have destroyed it within him without SEGA knowing about it… which means…" she got up, thinking more and more as she suddenly realized it.

"Which means… what?" Amy stated.

"He's hiding it…outside of his code he's transferred it somewhere else… somewhere safe… where SEGA can't force it back into him. He's keeping it a secret, you see!" she looked around the office, and then pointed back to Amy, who leaned away a bit from the finger that was quite a distance away.

"Hiding it?"

"Yes! It's not gone from existence! It's there! But it's locked away where only heknows about it!"

Sonic had wandered off to the basement, opening a truck, and blowing dust off an old laptop.

"Code can't be destroyed without the company stating so. And most of the time? They don't delete ANYTHING. It's why they got junk all over the place. Store away… they call it their 'history' but it's really just old stuff or rejected designs and ideas…. But he would of have to have hidden it somewhere where someone from SEGA couldn't access it… something… not connected to it."

"But how?"

He flipped the laptop open, and turned it on. The screen was old, from times where laptops were brand new. And on that laptop, was one single file. Sonic moved his finger over the small square that moved the mouse, and hesitated over the file.

"I don't know kiddo…" She stated. "I have no idea… I mean… how can one hide something so precious as code from the very people who gave it to him? Talk about rebellious and selfish. He sounds like a full on criminal for hiding code from his masters, hah!"

Sonic finally gritted his teeth, and clicked open the file. He moved his hands up and in a pose where he was ready to catch something. When the file was loaded and opened, a white and light blue data pool was shot out of the laptop, and Sonic held it in his hands.

He looked it over… and lowered his head. He bounced it up and down, just looking at it, and finally, plunged his hand in it.

The ball of light opened up and revealed some coding with memories, and they started playing in screens around him. Different moments with her, different things he's thrown away. He got up and moved over to get a beach kind of chair, the one that allows you to lay on it. What that was doing in the basement was beyond Sonic's knowledge but he really couldn't care less.

It gave him something to sit on.

He laid down, and let out a sigh of relaxation as his memories he's stored away for 10 or some years played out in front of him. So many screens… all of Rosy's face, giggling or twirling about, saying his name… He put his hands behind his head, and watched, smiling slightly and chuckling as he watched them, not having any memory of them due to locking them away.

Then it came on.

"You need to remain still." A man stated, surrounded by other men as they were in an operating room…

Rosy was strapped down to a table, but was struggling, and trying to free herself.

"Quickly, get Sonic. He's the only that can-!"

She kicked the man, and started to fight through the procedure.

"Ah!"

"Sir!"

"I'm fine! She's just scared, get him now!"

Sonic, classic and young, was brought into the room, as they opened the door and he was right outside.

"What's wrong?"

"She's resisting."

"AHHH!" Rosy screamed as the men tried to stop her flailing.

"It's the first time we're trying to fix her this way, and I think it's got a good chance to work, but every time she moves, so does her code, and we're losing our places."

"…Rosy…" he looked to her, though all Modern Sonic could see was a cinematic retelling of the event, as his past self had re-envisioned it so that the fullness of what happened could be told before he forgot it. I mean… who wants to watch a movie where it's through someone's eyes?

Sonic walked over to Rosy, as she looked to him. "Sonic! I'm so scared! Tell them to go away, Sonic! Sonic, please! Help me! Help me, Sonic! If you really are a hero, than save me!"

"Stay quiet and still child." Another man tried to calm her, but she just shook her head violently at his touch.

"NOOO!"

"We have to do something now, or we'll never be able to cure her in time!"

"She's being too unreasonable. Sonic, we need more time or she'll loose herself and not just her memories!"

Sonic nodded, letting tears form in his eyes as he nodded his head to the man.

"I… understand."

He already had been preparing for Rosy to die, but this was… more difficult than he tried to make it.

He had fallen for her…

At first, it was only to make her last days happy and full of laughter.

But he had truly, honestly, and with every bit of his heart fallen for her.

She was made for him.

A breath of fresh air to him.

He couldn't bare to lose her now, and no amount of preparing could help him now.

He took her hand, her trembling hand as she looked to him, tears running down her cheeks and pure fear in her eyes. She looked to him, and he felt his heart break for her.

He was going to loose her, wasn't he?

He already knew the answer to that.

Or at least he thought he did.

He then made the most important decision in his life.

"Hold on, Rosy… I promise… I'll never love again."

"We're using the stunner, please stand back." A man pushed Sonic away, as Sonic stopped him, grabbing and tugging on his hand, even in his little frame he was pretty strong.

"No! Don't hurt her! She'll comply! She won't move now!"

"…Sonic…" Rosy stopped crying, touched by his words.

"Just remain still, Rosy." He stated, "If they do save you… if they do…" he started to cry. "THEN I'LL MARRY YOU!"

She gasped, and he ran out of the room.

"Well?" she stated, seeing the men stop working as she straightened herself out on the table, not moving an inch. "What are you waiting for!? Hop to it!" she demanded, as they all look to each other and started working again.

As the memory faded, Sonic recounting on why he hung on to the lesser memories of Rosy… they equally hurt him, but maybe not to the extent that these memories tucked away in this old laptop must of hurt him.

So much…

That he never wanted to cry or see them again.

He felt for his past self, and got the memories into a pile and big all again, before putting them back in the laptop, saving, turning it off, tucking it away, and walking on out of that dark, dusty basement room…

"When will he see me?!"

Dr. Hope was pacing in her room, it had been a few hours after Amy had come in to see her, and she had already began treatment on her, but Sonic was still her main focus…

"Darn it! I could of sworn that boy would have-!" She suddenly heard a knock on her door.

"…Who is it?" She had frozen in spot, before flinching at the sound of the knock.

"…It's me,… who else?" Sonic knew it was to late for her to have any appointments, and he wondered why on every schedule she had lying around on every wall that this certain time at night said, 'For those who need it now.' But refused anyone who came in.

She, of course, was indirectly trying to get him to come around that time, and he knew it, he was just avoiding her.

"Come in!" She scrambled to the door, and opened it, before fixing her hair, which she kept down now. "Welcome in!" she seemed ecstatic, and he just rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"You sound like Amy…" he groaned, and just flopped down on the seat, letting his body slip down it to where he was literally laying on it, his hands on the arm rests, and his head just barely touching the bottom cushion on it. "Let's get this over with…"

"Oh thank goodness!" she jumped to her chair, and quickly pulled out a crossword puzzle.

"I've been meaning to see you all day! I'm so glad we get this chance!"

He looked down at the crossword puzzle, and up to her. "Huh? Wasn't that what you were hired for?" he rolled his eyes, "Never mind, look, I hear you're really popular with everyone else cause you do a good job. Heck, even Jet's upset with how well you do your job." Sonic put a finger in his ear, and seemed to be cleaning it out. "So I'll tell you straight. I was hopeless to save Amy when she was Rosy and glitched. Rosy's memories we're gone but they saved her. I remembered and was in a state of depression, yadda yadda, I tore out some of my coding and now I don't allow any of my other selves around the world to love Amy in that way, and cry, and some other stuff that doesn't need to be mentioned-"

"Sexual attraction." Dr. Hope stated, looking at her crossword puzzle and twirling her pencil in her fingers.

"…What?" Sonic had leaped up, sitting up in his chair and looking at her with amazement. "How did you..?"

"For the crossword." She stated, but she was lying. "It was 16 words down, spaces don't count." She wrote the word in. "That… and you stated that when you accidentally kissed her on the lips that one time when you were trapped, that you didn't really feel anything, but wasn't willing to tell her that and hurt her feelings, you were just embarrassed."

"..I told you that..?" Sonic was slightly gawking at her deducing that, but he was more unbelieving how he had unknowingly just blapped about that. "Huh. Oh, your good." He nodded his head as he moved it to the side, eyeing her down.

She clicked with her mouth as she winked to him, and bit her pencil a bit as she looked at more words. "Go on…"

"…Heh, can't you deduce the rest? Miss Sherlock Homes?" He moved back on the sit, sitting properly, put one elbow on the armrest and held his head up with his hand. The other lay relaxed on the other armrest and his leg went over the other where his ankle was on his other legs knee.

"Well, since you allowed me to." She started writing another word into the word puzzle. "You have your hidden code tucked safely away somewhere off of Sega's computer's and only look at them when you feel you want to remember or contemplate the pain as you constantly restrain yourself from having feelings for Amy. Especially after you had a fight with American Sonic who is now trying to love and care for his Amy, however you won't let him due to the whole code you locked away and left no trace for even a pirate to find the X. Oh yeah, you also feel terrible about Amy and worry about the consequences of your actions and wonder if your promise to her was even sound in the first place considering she's still alive and well and you wonder if she's really Rosy, even without her memories, though you justify your actions and say, 'it's not her because she doesn't remember herself and the real Rosy I loved is dead' which is a lie, and you know it, because in all honesty your afraid to love again and experience that hardship of loss, which, at such a young age, can be scarring. To be truly frank, you probably watched some of those tucked away memories right before coming here because you wanted to discuss with me if you should reprogram them into your hard drive again for American Sonic's sake and give him the closure he needs along with you falling for Amy again, if that's how fate intends it to end, because-" She slammed her pencil down and looked him dead in the eye.

"You are killing her."

Sonic stared at Dr. Hope, not a thing she said was false… and he knew Amy or the others must of told her the rest of what she needed to know.

"…Rings." She picked up the pencil and wrote in the word. "5 letter word that people wear on their fingers,… to easy. However, you seem to use them for other reasons."

He got up and walked out the door.

"Oh? Gonna run away again from your feelings I see." She didn't even look up, as Sonic stopped right outside the door, keeping it open. "Gonna just let Amy and Rosy down again by rushing off to fight crime, yadda yadda, as you say, and leave her to be unloved and unwanted. Forcing her code to react differently than it should because you were selfish and tore out your own coding which her coding was designed for. It wasn't just you who was suffering… but you had to unwillingly go and make her suffer too." She thought a moment, "Betrayal. 8 across." She wrote the word in. "Seems kinda harsh of your other self to just… tare out important features of himself, don't you agree? It's like not having bonus features on a DVD, tsk tsk, such a shame." She shook her head, and bit her pencil again.

"Sit down and face your gosh darn fears, Sonic. If not for yourself, then for her. Come back to me when you've reprogrammed your other coding in and I can help you with grief and help you realize that your precious Rosy has been here the whole time."

Sonic moved his head slightly over his shoulder, but didn't fully look back at her.

"Don't complain, you don't get that luxury anymore. Every hero has a flaw, every chosen one has a fear, and everyone has a responsibility to fate and destiny."

He stared ahead again, not moving.

When she realized he was being stubborn with her, she looked up, angry that he would still be so selfish and slammed her hands on the desk and got up. "GROW UP AND BE A MAN, ALREADY! Death is apart of coming to this dimension! It's apart of everything! Whether you're a living being or not! Everything has an end! Guess what? She has amnesia! She doesn't remember past a certain point in your games, now who gives a crap, because she's STILL. ALIVE. You want to keep faking to yourself that she's dead, then you can keep causing her to glitch, just like French Amy!" She slammed a paper down on her desk.

Sonic turned around, and slowly walked to the desk, his eyes searching the page. "…W…What… what is this?"

"She glitched this morning." Dr. Hope stated. "I'm tried of being nice to you. Your other Sonic from France is flippin' his lid because he doesn't have the necessary code to be there for her. Just like you left American Sonic without a thing to do!" she threw the paper out of his hands.

"Now look me in my freakin' gosh darn beautiful eyes and tell me that you will stop hurting her by running away from your feelings. You'll stop KILLING HER this time!"

She was inches from his face, and furious with him.

Sonic was gasping for air, breathing hard, as he looked up to her with completely guilt and sorrow in his eyes.

"…I'll do as you say…"

He looked down, and held his hand over his face, as it shook violently and he gripped the desk, crumpling papers in his grasp.

"I'll do whatever you say…"

"Good. First things first. Give every Sonic his original data back, by accepting your own again." She leaned away and stood up, back where she was, and pointed her finger back down, to show she demanded that action be done. Most likely, she wanted it done tonight.

"I can't…"

She tilted her head, "Excuse me?"

"…I just can't… accept those feelings again… those memories… that state."

He moved his head away.

"I don't want to be weak and helpless again… I'm afraid to love again and I'm afraid to even try."

"…Did you just say, No?"

She picked up her pencil, and looked at her crossword puzzle. "Dastard. For something sounding similar to another word, go 7 down, to a word that rhymes with dwell."

(Author's note: There is a hidden meaning in that last sentence, but I don't cuss, so maybe you figured it out?)

-The following day-

Amy was asked to come down to the basement, as she followed instruction, the letter also told her to locate a chest.

She did so, though she didn't know what kind of treasure hunting game this was at all….

She opened the trunk, and coughed at all the dust, before reading with her flashlight to get the laptop.

She did so, and opened it up.

On this laptop there will be a file.

She had turned it on, seeing how old it was made her snicker a bit, but she found the file and moved the curser over it, and looked back at the letter.

Open this file.

She shrugged, and did so.

After the loading screen, the ball of code rushed out and whammed into her, frightening her as she stumbled back. As she crawled away backwards in fright, it slowly followed her, and she recognized it as coding.

"What are you doing in there..?" She wondered, and opened the ball of coding.

The data spread out into screens, showing the memories, as she felt her heart sink with each one.

"These are… these are…" She stood up, reaching her hand to each screen she saw, and spinning around in pure shock and realization. She looked up, "…Sonic's… these are Sonic's lost memories.. which means.." she looked back at the computer. "Sonic's lost code.. this is it!"

She looked back at the letter.

Once you are done looking… please head into Dr. Hope's office with the code.

ASAP.

-Dr. Hope's office-

Dr. Hope sipped her drink and didn't look behind her, where Sonic was sitting in the chair, his finger tapping, his legs shaking, and his heart pulsing with each ticking moment.

"She won't forgive me." He stated, and looked up at Dr. Hope. "She won't remember either!" he continued.

"Her memory may have been damaged during the procedure, but that doesn't mean it's gone forever." She stated, and continued to drink her drink. "Just calm down."

"AUGH! I CAN'T!" he gripped his head, lowering himself down as he thought about what Amy might do. "I loved Rosy! I admit that! But she's not her! She doesn't act exactly like her, and she's just not!"

"Who is this for..?"

"Shut up!"

"I SAID WHO IS THIS FOR!?" Dr. Hope swung around and shouted above him. "I didn't want it to come to this either, but you leave me no choice. If you won't listen to meto give you the data back, then maybe you'll listen to her. Dang it, Sonic! Italy's Amy just glitched, and Korea's got their Amy on lockdown because their paranoid as heck that it's spreadable. And to be honest, as long as Amy loves you, and you don't have the right code to respond to that, and they have to react to that code, their code doesn't know what alternative to do, and they DIE. It's your fault! And you have to make it better! For not only Amy, but for yourself!"

"I just don't know if I can do this…" he gripped his head tighter.

"You were a young boy! How torn up can you be? You couldn't even grasp what true love was! This is just a man who is thinking he can't because he has forgotten what he felt like. And is terrified by the unknown of what his past self experienced, and if he went through drastic measures to get rid of his data, than you are pretty darn right terrified of how it's going to be, right? NEWS. FLASH. You were like,.. 10 or something! Now that you're older and wiser, you won't be as emotionally distraught as before, and you'll see that Amy IS and ALWAYS HAS BEEN Rosy!"

"…but how do you know?" he looked up at her, looking genuinely afraid and worried. "How could you possibly know?" he asked, and that stopped her, as she looked at him with such love and sympathy.

The door opened, and a glowing ball of data was in Amy's hands, as she was crying, as she made her way through the door, and saw Sonic.

"…"

"…."

"…..well… I think we should set that data right here." She had a flashdrive on the table, but Sonic and Amy couldn't stop looking at each other.

"10 years… 10 years you've hidden this from me… and only now has the glitching started." Amy spoke, as Sonic watched her and didn't dare not listen to her words.

"10 years… American Amy finally learned the truth. And the error didn't happen because of broken code, oh no… she didn't die of broken code, Sonic! She died… of a broken heart."

Sonic just watched her, as they both didn't move a muscle, and as Dr. Hope didn't dare interrupt.

"10 years… and you finally see that you were too delusioned by grief and misery to think clearly enough to not tare your own heart out!" she shouted.

"I did it cause I had a promise to keep!" he moved forward, narrowing his eyes and not letting her see how much her words effected him. "You're not Rosy…"

"I am Rosy! And the fact that you can't see that is because you're in denial!"

"YOU DIED!"

"I WAS SAVED!"

"YOU FORGOT WHO YOU WERE AND WHO I WAS!"

"I LEARNED TO LOVE AGAIN AND YOU LEFT ME TO WITHER AWAY WIHTOUT LOVE!"

Sonic turned away from her, shaking his head and not wanting to accept the truth. He slammed his hand on the desk.

"I did… what was best… for myself." He stated. "I couldn't look at you… knowing you weren't her…" he fell towards the desk, seeming unable to handle all this emotion he was feeling.

"…Accept this back… and look at me with new eyes, Sonic." She held the data out to him, as he weakly looked back.

"No.."

"Accept it,… and move on." She spoke more softly now, "I'm done crying, Sonic. I'm done waiting for you to change. You have to accept this! The only reason you didn't glitch was because you didn't destroy this! You couldn't! So you hid it away and stayed far from it! Far from this data, resulting in it not effecting you! Just like American Amy could somewhat function when away from her data! You did the same thing! You lied to me!"

He squinted his eyes in the emotional pain this was causing him and turned away, and Dr. Hope stepped back, not interfering, but silently crying for Sonic's poor state. His code had no where to turn too… and he was so close to his data now… it HAD to be effecting him… the sorrow and mistery.. the aching he was feeling now would only get stronger.

"I never… lied to you." He could feel the data in Amy's hand influencing him, he knew it because he would never usually be this torn up and emotional about anything but his code was responding to the rest of it, now that it was so close… so close to reaching it's original server…

"You did. You said you'd marry me if I survived."

His eyes widened.

"SHUT UP! You're not Rosy!"

"You said you'd never love anyone but me again!"

"AUGH!"

He plugged his ears.

"STOP IT!"

"Sonic! You promised! And I remember! That's the only memory I have left but I remember!"

He suddenly stopped.

Dr. Hope covered her mouth and gasped.

Her hunch was right.

"I only see blurs and people talking but they fade in and out!"

Sonic slowly turned to Amy.

"I remember being terrified and calling out to you!"

He slowly moved towards her.

"I didn't know why American Amy's operation room triggered your younger self saying his promise but I did! I remembered! And I didn't understand! But now, seeing this, seeing your clear, and perfect version of it I… I get it. I remember every word you said! Clear as day! I heard it then and I hear it now!"

Sonic reached for her.

"Hold on, Rosy! I promise! I'll-!"

He grabbed her wrist, and she stopped, but kept crying.

He pulled her closer, as she held the ball of data in her hands.

She remembered…

She had proven to him that Rosy still existed… somewhere in there.

Because she wouldn't lie to him.

She couldn't lie to him.

It wasn't in her too.

Because Amy Rose couldn't lie to Sonic The Hedgehog.

"Oh Sonic…" she sobbed. "It's me! It's Rosy!"

"…Rosy…"

The ball of light was so close to his frame, he could feel it influencing him.

"No… not Rosy anymore."

Amy's face moved down, as she looked completely grief struck.

He removed one hand from her wrist and moved her face back up with it.

"Amy… My Amy Rose."

With that, she smiled, and he finally had the courage to let Rosy BECOME Amy to him.

He smiled to her, as she cried in laugher tears of joy.

He had accepted her as Rosy, but he was willing to now believe that Rosy had aged to Amy.

Amy had proven she lived as Rosy.

He was ready to give up now.

He placed his hand back on her wrist, and pulled her hands to his chest.

The Ball of data pierced through and his chest blasted out data, as it started to swivel as ribbons and streams of his data launched out of him and started to reprogram around its missing code, bringing it back into its proper place at last.

-France-

Sonic clenched his heart. "What is this!? Some kind of… download?" he wondered, before looking out, and dashing to his Amy.

"Woah! W-what are you doing!? N-no! Stay back! You could glitch!"

He had grabbed his Amy and swung her up, holding her above him.

"No, my dear. This isn't glitching."

"D-dear..?"

"Come here!" he gave her a hug, letting her fall into his embrace as he grasped her. "Now that I have you, I'll never let you go again!"

"W-what!?" Amy's code was cured instantly, but no one knew it right then.

-Italy-

Sonic had run up to Amy and started dancing with her, making her look strangely at him but not daring to ask why as she happily danced with him.

She was cured at once.

-Korea-

Sonic forced the men to release her from confinement, as when she was released, he jumped in and demanded that if she was confined, so would he. as well. be.

-America-

Sonic felt his heart burn with light,… and then the sorrow and agony came, as he fell to his knees, and touched his face.

Tears…

He slowly laughed…

Before bursting out in laughter, and crying as much as he felt he possibly could for the loss of his Amy.

The new Amy came rushing in, "Sonic! What's wrong!?" her worry gave him comfort, and he looked back to her.

"Come here." He laughed out.

She saw him crying, and didn't dare move closer.

"It's not a glitch, I promise." He grinned, and reached out for her.

"Please… come here."

She walked slowly to him, and bent down in front of him, looking in each of his eyes, frightened… and afraid of what this could mean.

"It's okay, Amy… don't worry. This is how it should be."

He moved closer to her, and kissed like he would have if his Amy was still there…

-Japan-

Sonic and Amy had embraced, as Dr. Hope tried to disappear in a corner, not wanting to disturb but slightly feeling like a fourth wheel here.

"…I love you." Sonic finally stated.

"… I love you too…"

Amy shifted, using her coding, to the last basic data it had of Rosy the Rascal.

Sonic had leaned his head back, wondering why she sparked with a white light for a moment, and suddenly saw her precious small and pink face.

He started to cry, laughing through it, and dropped to his knees.

He shifted into his classic form, and the two embraced.

A tragic love story…

A misunderstanding and horrible fate…

All this… leading to what should have been there all along.

It only took about 10 or so years…

But the two finally kissed and confessed.

Dr. Hope stood as witness, though she stood a bit awkwardly behind a office plant.

Blushing and smiling from ear to ear.

"I always did kinda ship it." She stated.

"No harm in shipping it some more." She peeked over the plant's leaf, and grinned even more.

"Aww… they were so cute when they were young… wait, should they be kissing in that form? Isn't that a bit… um… well, they are just game characters… hmm… but should that matter or..?"

The End

But really

Just the Beginning.

(Author's Note: So… remember when I said, in my youtube video about Sonamy, that you have to BUILD IT UP IN SONIC to have a really romantic scene happen with these two? –gestures hands to all the one-shots that could easily equally a BILLION chapters all squished into 6 one-shots- TUH-DUH! Now THAT'S how you build Sonamy.

I am proud.)