As Amy Rose's vision returns to her, she finds herself in yet another white, empty void. But for some reason she feels that there is something different about this one. She can't understand why, but the internal feeling she has as a result of being in this place is slightly different than before. It feels like she has more space, more wiggle room. Not that it would make any difference since she couldn't see anything anyway. "Okay...Will someone care to explain just what is going on here?". Her face is plastered with a deep frown at this whole ordeal. The disembodied voice speaks once more. "Do not be hasty little one. All will be clear soon enough. We are going to show you visions from your past. If we are satisfied, you will be free to go." Amy's expression shifts to one of confusion once more followed by suspicion. She's had to deal with mind games before and they weren't pleasant for her. "And what if I don't prove satisfactory?". "Then you will be sent home too. The exact outcome is of little concern to us.". "Then what is of concern to you?" "If you meet our needs then you will find out shortly. Now observe little one." As soon as the voice stops talking, Amy looks forward and sees some dark wavy lines in front of her. They wiggle and contort as they combine with each other to form a solid shape. A familiar shape...one with thin legs and spiky hair. Amy's eyes widen. "Sonic?...is that you?"
The shape continues to distort and mesh itself into the form Amy knows so well. First the arms, then the hands, then the shoes, then the quills until finally the outline settles to perfectly match the object of her affections. Without even thinking, Amy runs forth towards the figure with great speed. "SONIC!" She runs right up to the figure and hugs it tightly in her embrace. As she does so, she suddenly thinks that she might be putting on too much pressure and thus backs off. Sonic appears to make pained breathing noises as if he was being stifled of air. "Um...so sorry about that. I just thought I was all alone here." "No...problem...So...What is this....place?" "I wish I knew. I was called here by some strange voice that talked about 'satisfying their needs' and then suddenly I saw you." "Well...I'm glad I at least have some company in this wasteland." All of a sudden a terrible thought occurs to Amy. What if this isn't the real Sonic? What if this is just an illusion? She thinks carefully about what she will say next before she places her hand on Sonic's shoulder. "Sonic?...What is the name of your best friend?" Sonic turned to face Amy with a raised eyebrow. "My best friend? That's Tails obviously!" "No no...I mean...his real name."
Sonic's face takes on an expression of butter bewilderment. "What are you talking about? Tails is the only name he's ever had!" Amy frowns ever more deeply at this. "That's not true. Sonic told me many times that Tails was just a nickname. He never told me what it was exactly. But if you were the real Sonic then you would know what it was...right?" Sonic's eyes begin to dart around the place in worry. "...o....OOOOh that name...um...well Tails...wouldn't exactly like other people to know his real name so that's why I refused to say it." Amy's expression slowly becomes more angry. "But you didn't say you refused to tell. You said he didn't have any other name. I've known Sonic to lie to me about many things, but he would never lie about his best friend." Amy raised her fist in a movement that looked like she was going to punch Sonic. Sonic began to wave his hands about in what appeared to be anxiety. "Amy! Please! This is all a misunderstanding! You can't-No! NO!" Sonic covered his eyes and held out his hands to try and block the punch....but Amy never threw one. She never had any intention of doing so. She simply closed her eyes and thought to herself over and over. "This is not real. This is not real. This is not real." She kept running those words through her mind over and over and over again for what seemed like ages. All the while Sonic appeared to have stopped doing anything at all. A few seconds later, Amy opened her eyes and found to her surprise that the image of Sonic in front of her had completely frozen in place. And he looked significantly more fake than when she first saw him. Like he was just a projected image of light. Amy sighed to herself in a frustrated manner. Frustrated at herself for not realising this before. "So that's what those guys meant by visions of my past. Well...at least now I know what to expect from these trials." And with that, Amy sat still and tried to calm herself down in preparation for the next trial.
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