Were-Nights

Special Story!

By: Cutegirlmayra ( I just really love professor pickle! XD He's like, totally awesome! The way he talks and does things, I just.. I love him okay?)

Amy sat at a desk by the professor's study, looking out the window and dreaming of Sonic and her on their future date.

The way he would hold her hand...

The way he would hold up the chilidog for her to eat it...

The way he would shy away when he really wanted to kiss her...

So then she would have to take the reins and do it herself and kiss him first...

And how he would get on one knee...

Professor Pickle, holding a newspaper in his hand, suddenly walked by Amy. Stopping directly next to her, he perceived a rather vacant expression upon her face as she stared aimlessly out the window. He rolled up his newspaper, waving it up and down over her face to try and get a response at first. When he withdrew it, she blinked her left eye and then her right eye, before sighing and shifting her weight from one arm that was holding her head up on the left, to the right.

"...Hmm." Professor Pickle looked to his newspaper, then looking up to study her for a moment, before nodding, and holding his newspaper like a baseball bat.

WHACK!

"OW! HEY!"

"I feared you were in an unconscious delusion of grandeur, my dear. I was simply using the only tactical formality that allowed your brain to register its absence from reality and shock itself right back into its proper placement of focus and mental processing ability. You're quite welcome." He leaned forward to explain himself, having his newspaper behind him along with his hands as he explained his actions as if they were noble, fair, and just; before starting to walk off again.

Amy rubbed her head, grimacing at his actions. "I WAS DAYDREAMING! You don't just hit someone out of the blue like that..." she calmed down and placed both hands over her head, gently touching the top of her head, "Ow!" she squeaked out. "I think you left a bump.." she started to chibi tear up.

"Oh? Isn't that what I said?" The professor placed his newspaper down on his table, and opened a cabinet. "Perhaps picturing a romantic future with that Sonic of yours, yes? The one who holds your most, dearest, possession." He took out a jar of cucumbers and set it on the table.

"D-dearest possession?" Amy turned around in her seat.

"Why yes. The very epicenter of your being, the home of all your emotional wonder and grim. Yes, the very thing that all desire the most in this world." He then opened another cabinet, pulling out some bread as well as other ingredients.

"..." Amy blinked her eyes, not sure what he was exactly describing.

Professor Pickle stopped himself, looking at Amy. You could tell he was surprised she didn't understand by his eyebrows moving upwards and tilting at an angle, showing his concern for her mental 'know-how' and problem solving skills. "Well, it isn't exactly a riddle, my dear girl." He humorously scoffed out, but he didn't mean to be rude, he just...

Was.

To her, anyway...

"Well, I'm no professor..." she mumbled, lowering her head to the back of the seat, keeping her fingers on the edge of the regal chair and looking ashamed at not being smart enough to get it.

The professor sighed, placing the bread and other articles down while closing the cabinets. "The heart, Miss Rose, the heart. Dear girl, you must practice using your cerebrum much more often. Can't have it wonder off while your daydreaming, now, can we? Hmmho! That's why I much prefer, at least when you're with me, to be in the present time of realities continuum." He set the table, and went to make tea. "Herbal? Do you mind?" he pointed to some tea brand.

"Oh, T-thank you but.." She still didn't quite understand him, but figured it was an insult nonetheless. "Ohh... Professor, you may be the smartest, and rudest, man I know." She whispered the 'and rudest' part and continued, "Can you tell me how to win Sonic over?"

The professor placed down the tea, and gestured for her to come to the table. "Well, I do believe such matters must be left to nature's undying will of survival." Like an old man, he took his time sitting down. "No, that's not quite right." He got up again, shifting some pillows, and patting some of the seat cushions. He then took his sweet time seating again, forcing Amy to wait for his explanation on that matter. "Ah...N-no.." he got back up.

"Ugh! Professor, please! What do you mean by- will of survival?" she asked, growing impatient.

"Ah, that's the ticket!" he wiggled his butt on the seat, and then took his tea. "Ah yes, well. As you know, all creatures must reproduce. However, most intellectual creatures, like ourselves, would rather have a more... um... ritual, if you will, to that process. Such as uh... courting and wooing, marriage and vows, such and such." He waved his hand out and got started making himself a sandwich.

"...Anddddd what does this have to do with me winning over Sonic?" Amy was looking for advice, not a lesson.

"Quite impatient for knowledge, aren't you?" He took a bite of the buttered and already pre-cut bread and smiled. "Emm... delectable and scrumptious to a T! Hmmhmm." He seemed satisfied with his lunch.

"Professor..." Amy whined out.

"Oh, quite good. You should have some, instead of tapping your toe like you have no time at all." He gestured to her foot and she stopped it from tapping, feeling embarrassed he noticed.

"Now then,... you expect to woo a more.. primitive male into these customs. I suggest you do the very opposite." He took another bite.

"Huh?" Amy looked up at him, happy to be getting to the point, but not sure what he meant. "Opposite of what?"

He swallowed, "Well, you see." He placed the slice down and grabbed his tea. "Sonic is so accustomed to your constant doting, exuberant attention that he conceives it now as being dull and simply,... 'the norm'." he tried a 'hip' term. "Hoho, is that correct?" he thought to himself, and then nodded, seeing as he used the word properly.

"You think... my way of loving Sonic... is wrong?" Amy seemed a bit hurt by that, and looked away.

"Not wrong my dear, quite the opposite in that too. Most men would love a devoted mate, but I'm afraid you've already used your most precious and valuable asset in winning over a mate too soon. Therefore you have driven away all possibility of interest in you as a future partner and companion completely from the wild sort of fellow, as I perceive Sonic to be, into comparing you to nothing more than a sweet girl with immense emotions affiliated with his being." He measured, with one of his tools on the counter, the exact measurements of his sugar cube that was to be placed in his tea. "Quite right." He then let the sugar cube gently fall in it. "Sugar?" he asked.

"I'm surprised you didn't state its precise measurements." She teased, but also had an awkward sweat drop drip down the side of her face.

"Isn't it obvious?" he made another expression of surprise and worry of Amy's inability to register such 'simple' things.

"...N-nevermind, I'd love some." She took some sugar and drank more of her tea. "So... how do I become... a possibility again?" she asked.

"Ah, I was worried you would have me repeat myself, hmmhmm." He took his sandwich back in hand. "Well, do the opposite, my dear! Now that Sonic has grown used to your constant affections,... imagine what emotional turmoil and distraught you would put his mind through when you suddenly treated him as a normal male hedgehog?" he took another bite of his sandwich, and waited to speak until he swallowed. "Yes, I do believe after mentally imprinting on you at such a young age, ergo being dependent on you for emotional welfare and support-Oh! Oh dear me." He spilled some crumbs on his shirt and wiped them away. "Now I've dirtied the place." He seemed so disappointed.

"Uhh.. I'll take care of the cleaning, what else...were you saying?" Amy was interested in the professor's theory... that Sonic would have 'imprinted' on her and now 'needs' her emotional-ah, forget the technical jargon, he needs her love now to be alright.

"Oh, well, thank you. Sweet girl, hoho. As I was saying... oh.. where was I?"

"Emotional support?"

"Ah, yes, quite. Without your constant endearments he would be unable to stabilize his current emotional needs and be dependent on fixing the matter. I'm sure he's not one to adore change in his emotional environment, seeing as he chases after the thrill and adrenaline drive of situational changes he calls 'adventure'. Yes,... I believe with that fatal weakness given to him since childhood, that upon your arrival, and being the only- hoho!... 'Girl in town' I suggest that would be the best strategy." He nudged an arm her way, though being so far apart, it was more physically figurative than anything.

"Uh..." Amy tilted her head to the side.

He noticed the miscommunication and leaned toward her, ready to speak to her as if she was an infant. "Play hard to get, and he'll be crawling to you for mercy... ah! In simple terms." He took a sip of his tea.

"Oh! Thank you!" Amy finally got the summed-up version, and was relieved she had understood and got to it too. "Hmm... okay. Well, me and Sonic have a date coming up- he promised! Hehe, so~ I should just act normally around him? As in... what I would to any other hedgehog boy?" She inquired, lifting a hand up and looking off as she waited for his confirmation that her clarification was accurate and correct.

"Quite so." He took another casual sip of his tea.

"Ah... so your saying..." she grinned wickedly, "That if I hold myself to the disillusion that I no longer harbor emotions of intimacy for Sonic, he'll be riddled with confusion, resulting in his need of female companionship to be altered and noticed. Thus allowing me to rectify his need for recognition, so that his emotional environment is stabilized to the degree that he'll require my presence more often. In other words, Professor, you're stating Sonic needs me to provide him the necessary affections of the modern world order; rituals that lead to the reproduction of my species, but really, they exist within all creatures that reproduce. Is that correct, sir?" Amy snickered, holding her cup over her mouth to hide the pleasure and pride she had written all over her smug little grin.

From the incredible surprise of Amy's vocabulary the professor spit out his tea.

"Ah, I do believe you've spoiled the floor." Amy took another sip of her tea. "More? Might I plead?"

She leaned forward, delighted at his reaction.

She then confidently swirled the teapot in her hand, "Have my deductions left you reduced to a speechless retort? Professor?" She poured some more in his cup, before leaning back.

"I would refrain from the sass, Miss Rose." he coughed, "Unless it's for play." The professor wiped his mouth, and got up. "I do believe your Sonic may just enjoy that fiery spirit though. However... be sure not to be too sarcastic,... he may see it as a diminish in his dominance and influence over you."

"Hehe, whatever~" Amy giggled out, still proud of her accomplishment when a knock came to the door.

The sound broke her amusement at baffling the old professor, as she gasped and put her tea down. "Sonic! I just know it's him!" She dashed to the door, and prepped herself for a moment. Flinging her hair out to her shoulders and brushing her dress down, she held herself high, and then rushed towards the doorknob; opening it.

Sure enough, Sonic stood at the door, holding an arrangement of flowers in a bouquet. "Oh, hey Amy!"

Amy felt herself melt at the door-frame, but then heard the professor clear his throat, and slowly looked back to him.

He was now passing to stand at the side of the door, drinking his tea.

A gentle reminder of their previous discussion.

"Uhh... Well, it's a pleasure to see you Sonic!" Amy had to try his theory out... just for the fun of it! She straightened herself out. "Thanks for saving the world so we could have it!"

Sonic was confused there wasn't an immediate dash into his arms, or an overly exaggerated delight at his presence. But he just moved on with it, sweating...

"Eh...heh, yeah no problem."

"So! I was thinking we'd go-"

The professor coughed, and she looked back at him from the corner of her eye.

"I mean..." she slightly tilted the door, so that Sonic couldn't see the professor giving her signals. "I can't wait to see what you have planned!" she chimed up again, still wanting to be happy just... not so easily won over!

The professor nodded.

"Uh.. wait,... you mean you want me to..?"

"Plan everything? Sure! And I'll give suggestions every-..." she saw the professor lift an eyebrow up. "W-what I meant was... it's all up to you!" she gave Sonic a friendly punch on the arm.

"W..what?" Sonic was freaking out, this wasn't how it goes at all!

He gulped, "W-when did you..?"

"Well, shall we be off? Ah! For me!?" she took the flowers, and smelled them. "Ah! Delightful!" she then whisked herself off and started walking without him.

"W-wha-I...huh?" Sonic spun himself around, looking to her, then holding his head. The professor stepped out from the shadows behind the door and Sonic quickly looked back at him for an explaination. "What did you DO!?"

"Hmmhmm... I would really advise you to... oh, what do the youngsters say these days, hmm? Hoho! I remember, 'step up your game', hehe. The young lady won't stay young and vibrant forever! If you waste your time thinking she'll always be around... she may just be around.." he turned to Sonic, walking up to the door and then leaning out over him. "-with other men." He closed the door quite abruptly.

Now Sonic was even more perplexed at what was going on. As Amy called out to him, he felt himself sweating more than ever before. "C-coming! Geez... what was that guys problem... uh... Amy! Hey! Wait up!" he dashed after her, and you could hear from a distance him saying. "H-hey Amy... I'm still the coolest guy around!... r-right?"

"Hehe! Oh Sonic~" normally she would of agreed and praised him galore! But not today~

The insecurity in Sonic seemed to be rising, as the professor looked out the door and chuckled. "Hmhm, seems my prediction was correct. Well, good luck, ol'sport. she's a tough one to handle." He took another sip of tea and then looked around, smacking his lips before jolting and realizing something.

"Oh dear... she promised to clear the room, and now she's gone." He face-palmed himself, "Oh, what a folly!"

(I hope you use google as much as I did 0-0 Edits: I tried to make it a little cleaner, did it work? :) )