This story is a gift for BearfootTruck and KagamiPINKAgreste. It's also an outburst about a problem I'm facing on this site, and I know they will identify with me.

This story is inspired by You Write What Feels Right and His Charm Was the Cure, 2 good fics by BearfootTruck, whose previous reading I recommend.

My problem is of Amy, but my posture is of Shadow.

WARNING: I don't accept paying art commissions involving this fanfic, much less from unknown people. I don't have laPyaP and I don't agree with being fooled by scammers who pretend to be artists just to steal money. I only accept making art with people I know and trust.

DING-DONG!

Shadow the Hedgehog awaits patiently.
The door opens.

"Yes?"
A white cat of about 40 years, wearing a white dress of blue balls, surprises the Black Hedgehog.
He closes his left fist behind his back, but keeps the composure.
"Er... Amelia is there?"
"You must be Shadow, her fiance."
"Boyfriend. They say I live fast, but it's not so much either."
"Ho Ho Ho. You're funny, boy. Amelia spoke very well of you. The kind of guy that is ready to punch any idiot who dare to touch her."
"Did she say?"

"Yes. Anyway, enter. I think only you can get her out of her room. She didn't want to eat or talk with me."
"I know that well."
"You want me to prepare you a coffee or ..."
"Thanks. I take care of myself. You can go rest."
"No way. I have a lot to get ready in this chaos they call home. My name is Alana."
"Pleasure, lady..."
"Please, without waste of time. Go to help your girl and make her chew something quickly."
"I'm going now."

Each one goes to their corner.

"Rose?" He knocks on her bedroom door. "It's me, Shadow."
"Get off!" A shrill voice screams from the inside, stuffy by a pillow.
"But how, if you got me to come here on WhatsApp?!"

Silence.

Shadow listens to a pair of bare feet heading at the door.
After unlocked, Shadow enters.

He closes the door and sees his girlfriend Amy Rose the Hedgehog with messy hair and red eyes, after all her tears dry out.
She wears only a zipper red vest and is invariably embraced to her plush Sonic, dyed in black to resemble Shadow.
He was never a fan of this doll, but he knows that his role in Sonic Gang cannot always be that of a "boring of boots".

"Speak. What's the problem with my pink button?" He asks, serenely.
"Is... Is..."
"It's a very stupid stuff," He anticipates.
"Yeah," She nods, while he sniffs.

Shadow caresses his beloved's cheeks:
"Rose, no problem with you is too stupid for me to solve. I'll do everything for you to feel a little better."
"Thank you, Shadow," She smiles weakly. "I value your detachment a lot."
Without anything else, he guides her to bed, where the two sit down.

"And by the way, who is that white cat?"
"It's Alana The Cat, my Father's girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?"
"It's no use asking him. I know he's going to deny," Amy plays. "But his eyes always shine for her when they work together at the NGO."
"And what does she do here?"
"My Father went to close a real estate business in another city and left Alana taking care of me."
"Rose, you're already 22 years old. Your Father should know that you can turn around alone."
"Please, Shad. Let me enjoy my Father at ease."

"Whatever," Shadow rolls his eyes. "So what afflicts you?"

Amy runs the hand on her hair:
"Remember my fanfic channel on internet?"
"I remember. Do idiots keep posting hate reviews and requests to make false art commissions?"
"Yes and yes. But now things have reached another level."
"In what sense?"
"There's a guy chasing me on the web. His name is Cliffsidefix."
Shadow's eyes burn!
"What is he doing?"

"He started posting a hate review on my fic Lincoln Declares War! See."
Amy picks up her laptop and opens the link with the offensive words addressed to her.
"Hmm... Nothing very surprising," He comments, while closing his right wrist. "And can't you delete the review?"
"No, because the review is registered in his account, and the site does not allow to delete, just report, which is for nothing. So I call them 'eternal reviews'. I blocked him, and he kept publishing bad reviews on other fics of mine, now as anonymous, but always identifying himself as Cliffsidefix. These reviews I can delete. But the worst ..."

She takes breath.

"What's up?"

She embarks the voice:
"Now he pursues me on other channels too! Every time I publish a positive review in the fic of a friend of mine, this Cliffsidefix posts a review next, cursing me and saying not to take my word in mind! I saved some links for you, look!"
Shadow gets more appalled as he comes across the evidence!

Amy, again crying, complete:
"And now there were 2 anonymous reviews in my last fic, 1 telling me to give up the writing! This time they are not named Cliffsidefix, so I can't say it's him, but you doubt?!"
"No," Shadow decrees dryly.
"Now imagine how many channels he can create to continue posting 'eternal reviews' on my fics. It will be a new hell, like that of art commission scammers..."

Amy can't take it anymore and lay on Shadow's lap, moistening his legs how much she can.
Shadow caresses her hair, reflecting in silence.
Until Amy admits:
"If he continue that way, I will end up closing my channel for good."
"No, you won't," Shadow decreed. "I'll send Tails the Fox track the computer of this stalker. And then we'll call the police to break down his party."

Amy stands:
"Would you do that for me?"
"Did I ever hesitate to protect you?"

Amy begins to feel an aura of peace inside her.
Sadness is still there, inside her, but it is not like dominating her anymore.

It doesn't take long for her to discharge her first "kiss machine gun" in Shadow!
Already sitting on top of her beloved in bed, she celebrates:
"Thank you shadow much, my cherry blossom! You can always lift my spirits!"
"For that I exist, isn't it?" He smiles in his typical Bad Boy expression.

Amy opens the zipper and removes her vest!
"Love always gives warmth. A swim in the pool?"
"I'm inside!"

Amy leaves her room all excited, hand in hand with Shadow.
"Alana! Shadow and I go to the pool! Want to come with us?!"
"No way, young lady!" Alana vows, with a tray of food in her hands. "You don't go anywhere without your breakfast!"
"Alana, it's 4 pm," Shadow emphasizes.
"So don't think the two of you will escape the 'afterfast'!"

Amy and Shadow look each other.
And they laugh!
"Do you think she takes a way to be your Mother?" Shadow plays. "Or rather: your StepMother?"
"Well, so far I haven't won a shoe spank," Amy observes. "So I have nothing to complain."
They laugh again!

THE END!

Alana The Cat is my FC, created for this fic. BearfootTruck and KagamiPINKAgreste are free to use her in their stories.

And please block Cliffsidefix before you are the next victims.