Back to Amy...
For the past hours after this shattering revelation, Amy was curled on the floor as small tears escaped her eyes.
She was a fake...
A cold machine meant to watch Sonic...
Nothing more than metal, wires, and programmed emotions playing the role of a living being her whole life...
She had cried so many times before when she was happy, when she was sad, when she thought she was alive, and when Sonic saved her... But now, those tears felt meaningless. Just another reaction her systems had been programmed to mimic.
No matter how real they seemed, they wouldn't change the truth.
She wasn't real.
And worse… she wasn't innocent.
Every time Sonic and the others were in danger…
Every time Eggman somehow found them at the worst possible moment…
Every single time she thought she was fighting against Eggman, she was leading him straight to them.
And she had never even known.
Her fingers dug into the floor, her whole body trembling, not from exhaustion, not from pain, but from the unbearable weight of realization.
"I helped him. I hurt them."
She wasn't just a machine.
"I'm a traitor..."
BOOM!*
The entire house shook as an explosion ripped through one of the walls, sending wood and debris flying. Dust filled the air, swirling like a storm, and in the gaping hole now carved into her home, a familiar figure hovered on his Egg Mobile.
Dr. Eggman sat comfortably, a smug grin stretched across his face as if he hadn't just blown apart her sanctuary. "'Traitor' is such a strong word, my dear," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "I prefer unknowing informant. Has a nicer ring to it, don't you think? Hohoho!"
Amy barely flinched. She lay where she had fallen, her body weak, her mind still struggling to process everything. Yet, somehow, she forced herself to look up at him.
"Why…?" The question escaped her lips, barely more than a whisper.
Eggman tilted his head. "You'll have to be more specific, my creation," He raised a finger, counting off. "Why did I blast a hole in your house? Why am I here alone without my usual robot lackeys? Or-" His grin widened, eyes gleaming with something sinister. "Why do I know you won't fight back like last time?"
Amy's breath hitched.
Before she could respond, Eggman reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a sleek, metallic remote.
Click!*
The moment his finger pressed the button, something inside Amy snapped.
Her vision blurred. The room tilted. A horrible, suffocating sensation wrapped around her body like invisible chains.
No… Not again…
Her limbs went slack, her head growing heavy.
"W-What… did…"
But before she could finish, the world vanished into darkness.