Metal Amy's cold, polished heels tapped rhythmically on the metal floor as she crept closer to Sonic, hammer raised just inches from his face. Sonic backed away slowly, beads of sweat forming along his forehead.
"L-Look, Amy- er, Metal Amy... how about we just, uh… chill for a second? I don't think you're a bad bot and maybe talk this out over some chili dogs?"
Hearing those words, Metal Amy's glowing pink optics flashed brighter, the heart shapes pulsing with an eerie affection.
"I l̶̠̼̤͊̎̂̒ó̸̙̰͔̤̯̋̆͋́̍́̂v̷͇̼̞̑̓͛͆̾̐̇́é̷̮̓͒̆̈ you so0o much...~ You will ne-ne@9ever leave me... Sooonic~" she whispered in that syrupy, glitchy tone, tilting her head almost sweetly.
Sonic swallowed hard. "Okay... Yep. Definitely scared now."
On the screen above, Eggman steepled his fingers and smirked. "Oh yes, run if you like, hedgehog. But keep in mind, this version, while far from complete, learns fast! And let's just say... with every rejection, she gets a little grudgier. Quite like her organic counterpart, wouldn't you say?"
Sonic shot a panicked glance at the monitor. "Y'know Eggy, now, I'm starting to see why making robot doubles of me and my friends is creeping others off!"
He gave Metal Amy a sheepish grin. "Sorry but gotta dash!"
In a blue blur, Sonic shot off toward the exit at full speed, wind howling in his wake.
Behind him, Metal Amy froze. Her optics twitched. The soft pink hearts vanished, replaced by a piercing red glow.
"Ş̷̨͖̥̗̦͎̱͖̭͚͓̱̼̹͍͎͙̘̱̯͈̜̳͍̋̿̇̀̎ͅ ̵̨̡̢̛̛̲͍͙̭̮͙͖̜̹̞͙̝̗̘̞̯̦̱̟͇͉͙͖̺̘̘̭͈̳͍͉͈̯̺̖͉̣̠̘̱͓̳̗̻̇̈́̌̈́̌̈́̈̎͊̂̋͌́̇͊͑̂̿̌͋͒̇͆̎͆́͒̽͋̍̾͜͜͠͝͝ͅỜ̶̡̢̧̡̞̝̦̜͇̲̺̘̬̞̤̼̻͓̘̠̪̰̰̟̖̙̫̬͇͉̞̘̬͖̭̱̺͔͚̽͋́͂̇̀̊̎̿̓̀̄͆̾̿̄̉̈́̄̐́̇̍͑̍̌́̍͆͛͋̀̎̉͌͋̑͊̕̕̚̕͘͘̕͜͜͜ ̴̢̛̹̺̻̰͗̉Ỡ̴̖͙̻͉̤͉̼̹̲̫̣̗͎͚̤̮̣̗̞̠̩͔̈́̉͑̽̆̄͆̄̀͗͊̓̄̽͂̅̊͆͑̄͌̅̌̒̋̅̌͊̌̾̐͗̕ ̴̛͔̞͓̗̜̣̼͔̳̺͐̊̈͌̉̍̍̏̈́̓̈̌̋̂̌̀́̽͛̚͠Ò̵̧̨̧̡̞͓͈͚͉͚̣̝̺̖͕̭̞̯͖͙̯̼̼͇̺̫̼̜͖̤͉̼̲̯̬̻̮͎͚̺̹͍̻̤͕̈́͑̂̒̈́̾̓̃̊́̒̌͐̊̈́͊̈̏͒͒̾̿̅̚͘͜͜ͅ ̵̛͖̰̠̝̰̅̈́̍̎̈́͋̾̈͆̈́͒̌̆̂̐̅̇͆͌̋̈́̄̋̑̅̾̈́̈́̓̊̆̄͑̍̅̕͘̕͝͠͝͝N̷̨̛̘̗͚͇̲̙̱̩̐̃́͒̅̐̔̀̍͒̎͑͂͊̓ ̶̡̨̩̤͓̼̣̱̻̤͓̮̟̺̣͕̙͙̩̜͙̦̣͔͌̀̀͆͊̔̅͂̈́͊̉̅̐̓̿̀͌̓̾̇̉̈́̄̎̐̓̏̔̕̚͘͜͜͝͝I̷̢̡̡̡̡̢̛͚̙̲̫̘͓̮̟͓͇̥̙̼̘͉̞̘̫͔̩̤̹̥̰̤̺̩̩̤̣̖̘͕̻̹̺͔͗̒̽͋͛̍͋̂̅͋̃͌̌̃͋́́̽̀͑̒̂̅̑́́̃͗̃̃́͑̌̃̐͐̉̒̓̚̚͘͜͜͠͠ͅ ̵̡̡̛̱̣̫͈͕͓͙͖̥͇̰̙͇̯̘̯̜͙̹̝̮̳̗̥̊̇̉̿͌͗̈̈́̽̒̍̎̄̿͊́̌̚̚͝͝ͅÇ̴͇̫͉̫̘̼̘̻̮̺̹͆̅̓͊͑̓͒̏̈́̋͒͌̉̾̌̌̎̀̓̒̈́̒̑̈́̒͐̾̈́̍̌̈́̌̌͘͠͠͝͝͠͠!̴̡̧̨̗̫̰̣̩͓̼͖̦͔͇̥̱̤͇̱̳͍͉̘̰͇̻̦̲̗̬̩̺̎͌̍̀͑͗͌͗̀̀̀̂͑͜͜͝͝!̵̧̨̧̛̛͓̪̳̤͓͓͇̪̦̰̜̠͖̥̩̖̥͓̖̱̣̠̜̖͔̗͈̖̎̽̅̅͌̎͗̈́͂̀̑̎͗́̃̓̅̈̊̄̀̿̈́̌̓̽̀̈̀̑̆̉̑̒͒̌͆̾̀̓͐̑͐́͌̕̕͜͝ͅ!̴̡̧̡̢̡̡̢͖͙̹̭͙͚̫̜͚͙̭͙̰͕̻̱̮̣͉̠͎͈͎̤͇̱͚̪̦̩̜̳͈̉̒͋̄͆̿̆̀̄́̈́̒̄̂̐͗̓͋̓̋̽̚̕͜͜͝͠͝"̴̢̨̛̛̬̗̼̠͍̭͉͚̼̗͔̞̲͚̹̞͔̼̦̯̮̖͓̱̤̥͉̳̈́͑̐̿̿͒̃̑͛̌͒́̋̅̉̄̊̅̀͌̾́̒̓͑̊̆͐̕͘̚͘͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅ
Her shriek echoed like a banshee through the steel corridors, sending a chill even through the wires of Eggman's machines. Panels cracked, sparks flew and Metal Amy's demeanor shattered as she bolted after him, eyes blazing and hammer dragging sparks behind her.
Eggman chuckled to himself, delighted. "Now that's amore. Let's see how you can survive her metal love, hedgehog! HAHAHAHAHA!"