Dark Sonic Forces

Ch. 3

By: Cutegirlmayra (I'm doing a livestream on Instagram and a Discord event for Q&As. Please PM if you'd like to join me! :Db It's gonna be good~ Hopefully, lol. Well, I have this entire thing laid out. But I should state that this was voted to be a 'Make-out Sonamy' so please be aware of what you're getting yourself into. I don't write or read inappropriate material, but that don't mean I won't write a kiss or two. Juuuuust letting you know. A 'heads-up' if you will for the sensitive hearts of which I am a part of lol Don't worry, there's build, so everyone's still mostly in character- but that's kinda why the 'dark and uncontrollable emotions' have a play in this too xD helps lead into more AU scenarios... Enjoy~)

Warm breath.

Then that uncomfortable feeling that something was given to her... a dark presence that tried to squirm into her dreams...

But even in her discomfort, she turned to her side and felt something solid and real. What was it?

Amy flickered her eyes open, seeing something blue and peaceful resting by her bedside...

Her eyes widened all at once and she rose up, shocked by Sonic's sleeping, gently rising and lowering body as he slept beside her.

She usually would see him sleeping while running along a route trying to find him. He wasn't always silently huffing a breath or two, but in fact, he would be snoring up a brand new storm most days.

She immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was too tired to even startle from his sleep at her rapid movement from surprise at seeing his face so close to her own.

She felt herself and checked to make sure she was actually awake and presence, feeling for bruises or cuts and doing medical assessments. Once she was cleared, she looked over Sonic but dared not touch her sleeping prince.

'How'd he get here..?' she gently tilted her head to see how truly worn out he appeared, and her heart broke at the sight of it. '...He must be kinda hungry...' she ignored her first question and decided to act instead. Kindness was always a big factor in all she ever did, besides pursuing her own hopes and dreams.

Carefully maneuvering herself out of bed, she began to realize that no matter what noise or movement she created, he would remain fast asleep.

With a tender smile, slightly humoring the situation, she crawled out without much consideration and looked back to make sure he was still sound asleep...

He was... his blue fur was fully restored against the white covers of her bed and pillow... his gloves were slightly more grey from the dirt and soot, and she mentally noted to clean up after this whole ordeal.

That's when she remembered she hadn't showered.

After caring for her needs, she went to fix something up for Sonic! A nice meal... a breakfast fit for a growing hero!

"Eggs and Bacon~" Amy sang slightly, bobbing in motion to the tune in her head as she flipped the bacon and stirred the eggs.

When she was done, she made a glass of nice cold milk and headed back to her room.

"Woah."

She turned around to a voice that matched Tails. He was wagging his tail at her leftovers...

"They're all yours." She winked, and he happily rubbed his hands together.

"Oh, boy! Thanks, Amy! Uhh... are you having dinner in bed today?" he looked to see her tray of goodies as she sweatdropped a moment. "Y-...You could say that." She didn't know if Sonic would want his presence... in her room... to be known like that. So, she decided to keep it a secret and move on.

She was fibbing a lot these past few days...

When she entered her room again, turning around to close the door, she was startled yet again by seeing Sonic stir and lift from his place by the bedside.

She blushed at the image... like an emerging butterfly from its cocooned sleep.

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Sonic couldn't understand what was going on.

One minute, he was leaning over Amy... the next?

He's lying on her bed...

Groggily, he felt his muscles move himself up from the comfy and soft touch of the covers below him and turned to see the indent of where Amy once was.

He rubbed his head, wondering how he was gonna get out of this one before smelling something awfully enticing, drifting through the room.

He turned his head... seeing the flustered expression of Amy Rose.

So... she was here.

He carefully examined her a moment, his eyes rapidly scanning everywhere along her for any sign of injuries. Cuts, scratches, bruises, gashes... anything he might have accidentally done to her during his struggles in the forest...

She seemed fairly... pretty.

She was alright, anyway. And that's all that mattered.

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at last, "Hi." He lowered his hand on his face and turned around, getting ready to shift his feet under him and step off the bed.

"...Hi..." Amy's breathless response paused him in his movements, and he looked back to her.

It was incredibly awkward... seeing her eyes droop down like he was the vision of a perfect dream to her.

It was hard not to throw a mocking joke out into the open either... he had to refrain himself and simply closed his eyes to chuckle in his throat.

"Ack..." he rubbed his neck, feeling the sore dryness that spread like wounded cry inside it.

"...Oh!" He figured Amy snapped out of her fawning fantasies and rushed over to him immediately, showing him what his nose had picked up on. "Milk, eggs, and bacon! I know you like your meat." She politely placed it on her bedstand, and then sat down to stare at him again.

"...Thanks." He side-glanced her, not sure how to react and not wanting any follow-up questions as he decided it best to start eating and stop talking.

She closed her eyes in delight as he picked up the milk and started chugging, letting a loose puff of air show his satisfaction at the cold drink and reached for the bacon.

"...How do you feel?"

Amy's inquiry left him wanting to fake a choke, but instead, he just kept eating.

"Fwine." He spoke through a full mouth, making her pout.

"Sonic," her tone turned from doting wife to scolding mother instantaneously. "Manners."

He rolled his eyes, drinking more of the milk and then wiping it off with his arm. He smiled jokingly to her, "I'm good." He nodded and continued to eat.

"...Try the eggs." She scooted closer, picking up her legs and holding them as she excited looked at the plate.

Once again,... the air felt tense as Sonic slowly shifted his eyes to her.

"...Okay. Nevermind." She looks away, embarrassed at her over-eagerness to please him and moved off the bed.

He just followed her with his eyes,... before smiling at her cute but strange antics and took the fork off the plate.

When some eggs fell loose from the fork, he frowned in annoyance, lowering his eyelids. Finally, he just tossed the fork back down and used his fingers.

She was distracted from looking at him anyway, he could get away with a little finger-food action.

She was nervous, not wanting to make this more awkward it looked like, and held her hands together and close. Standing with her back towards Sonic, she hung close to the center of the room, shaking her bundled and held hands together as she looked for something to focus on.

He smiled through another sip of milk, 'At least she's trying...' he thought her attempt to act normal was humorous, to say the least, but still sweet in its own way.

Something finally caught her attention, but Sonic ignored it and moved on.

There was a scraping sound, and finally, he paused with his mouth open to look up and see her with a pencil and notepad.

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Taking her clipboard of Rebellion Notes she had taken to plan her days and keep track of things, she flipped the page and started doodling Sonic.

She tried to make every line perfect, even exact and would work through the silhouette first and then try and erase once everything was circled out more.

She was having difficulty on the curve of his spines... when she looked up to try and re-see what she wanted to draw and only noticed her subject staring back at her.

His smile was contagious, and she ducked behind her board when she got caught.

Blushing...

"What'cha got there?" Sonic charmingly leaned forward and lifted his head up, turning it to try and look over and see what she was drawing.

"I-I'm... I'm not very good." She admitted, modestly moving a piece of her pink quill back behind her but it just flopped back in place. "I didn't want to disturb you... I mean-! Y-... You just woke up and all!" she hugged the drawing, not daring to let him see it but also oddly embarrassed by it too.

She turned her head away as Sonic's interest perked, and he chuckled again.

"Drawing me while eating is kinda creepy too. But I'll allow it, just this once." He winked at her, before holding out a piece of bacon and devouring it by holding it up and letting it slide into his mouth, chomping on it all the while.

"...Yeah, it's a real treat." Amy sarcastically stated, seeing him lower his head down and chew with his mouth open, biting down hard on the piece of meat before looking back at her and shrugging.

"Whaa?" he spoke with food in his mouth again, and she couldn't help but laugh a little at it.

"You're disgusting." She flopped the picture down, and he tried to lean over again and take a look.

She opened one of her closed eyes and playfully pulled the clipboard back up to her face, "Noo..!" she protested, making him crook an eyebrow up and mock her indirectly.

"Whatever you say." He gave up trying to see the image she was drawing and just kept eating.

When he was done, he felt something off in his shoes, having them down on the floor now.

"Well, I-... woah." He sat back down when he felt a clump of something and took his shoe off, trying to shake out whatever was in them.

Pieces of dark grey rocks and pebbles of clotted dirt came pattering out onto her floor and rug.

She gasped, seeing how filthy he was. "I'll clean those for you!" she placed the clipboard down and walked towards him, bending down to the bed and offering her arms out to him. "I'll make them good as new." She tried to convince him, hoping he'd part with them a moment for her to get him cleaned up.

He looked up with a bit of innocence and confusion, apparently having never given someone his laundry before.

"...Will you give them right back?" he inquired, which only made her scrunch her neck back a bit and hold in another playful laugh.

"You're so funny, Sonic!" she blushed and felt successful as he blinked at her once more, seeing no sign of ill-intent, and took the other shoe off. He handed them to her like it was a sign of trust, and then peered up.

"When can I get them back?"

"Your socks and gloves too, Sonic."

"Whaa..?" he seemed shaken by that response and moved back, squeamish again.

"Go on. I'll give them right back."

"..."

"What's the matter?"

"Will you... will you look away?"

"...Sonic!"

She moved his shoes onto one hand, a finger to hold each one, before placing both her hands to her hips.

"It's just your socks and gloves! Don't make a big deal out of it!" She reprimanded.

He pouted at her in a bit of rebellion... but then slowly took a cautious look at his socks...

"It's not like you've never taken them off before..."

"..."

"...Sonic?"

She flinched back subtly, "...You... You should shower too."

"..."

He just kept staring at his feet.

"...Sonic, you will remove your dirty clothes, and take a bath." She offered her free hand, ready to get the articles off him if needs be.

Finally, he took a deep breath and held it, removing his socks and then carefully his gloves.

Amy was used to what was underneath, it was the same as her, so she didn't care about his stubby, clumped feet and his bare hands, seeing smaller nails than she had on her own anyway.

"Oh... by the way." She looked curiously up at his face, "Why were you sleeping in my-"

He tossed them to her, cutting her off before she could continue her question.

Annoyed and letting them fall into her open hand, She took them and nodded, deciding not to ask that just yet.

Worried she was making the situation worse, she became much more joyful and tried to change the mood. "Good! Now, off you go! You—and your clothes—smell bad. I'll get the bedsheets later." She smiled warmly, turning back into the housewife look Sonic perceived and walked off as he stared after her.

"...You want me to leave?"

"You have to take a bath!" she was about to open the door, not seeing anything wrong with it until...

She immediately took her hand off the knob and turned around, seeing Sonic's head tilted back and a look of 'really?' pasted upon it.

"If you leave my room looking like that-!" her mind raced to what the other rebellion members would think...

"...Now you get it." Sonic rolled his eyes, having apparently thought long before that removing his clothing in front of her was a little risqué...

"J-just-!" she was trying to think fast, slamming a hand into her face in an attempt to punish herself for not thinking of that sooner. "Just run really, really fast down to the showers!"

"...Whatever you say, Amy." He got up, stretching a bit since he didn't have the chance too before. "But I'm just surprised you didn't think of this situation sooner."

She blushed as she parted some of her fingers to get another look at him...

She didn't really understand why it would be suggestive... she understood what people might think—since he'd be coming out of her room... but not the part of him being...

Well, he was always naked, but nothing showed through fur. Everyone knew that.

"I-I-I'm just being more mature than you, is all!" she puffed out, trying to defend her honor somewhat and went to peek outside the door. "If anyone asks, I'll just say I saw you come back and asked for them. Besides, you don't seem to know how to wash your own clothes anyway."

"I wouldn't say that." Sonic continued to stretch, but there was a strange grin on his face, as though he was thinking about something else as he spoke... "I rinse them off in streams or lakes. The smell gets mostly off, anyway..."

Amy dared not to ask about the stinky water smell, but figured his clothes were long overdue for a real washing...

"This might take time." She concluded and turned back around. "I'll walk out first." She instructed, and carefully began to move before-...

"...You really aren't attracted to me being completely without... anything on?"

She slammed the door and hyperventilated a moment, pressing herself up against the door as her face turned a bright red.

She hadn't even thought about it!

She thought herself mature, even back when she was 12 she thought she practically was a lady. But being just a bit older now... she wondered why she wasn't as affected as she probably should be in this scenario.

"I just... I don't know!" she admitted, shrugging in her embarrassment and not looking back at him. "I'm just used to you, I guess! I didn't seem any harm in it!"

"Uh-huh..?" He seemed intrigued at that, leaning forward and teasing her slightly as he rose another eyebrow up. "...You are a mystery, Amy... I thought of all people, you'd be the easiest to see things that way..."

That way..?

She didn't know why that phrase bothered her so much, but she shook her head and tried not to squint her eyes to think too hard on it.

"I-I-I'm leaving!" she looked back slightly, pouting. "D-don't say I'm 'easy'... that's rude."

"...Sorry." Sonic leaned back up, taking on a different expression and seeming to realize what he said was actually kinda rude... He rubbed the back of his head and looked away. "I shouldn't have said that."

"At least you're aware..." she sighed out.

"Yeah, well... you're not a little girl anymore. I need to be more aware of you, sometimes..."

That also felt weird to hear, but she looked down and felt slightly excited to hear that Sonic saw her as a lady, and not a child anymore.

"O-oh. G-good." She creaked the door open again. "Meet back here when you're done showering, I'll have your clothes ready in an hour or two."

"WHAT!?"

Agitated, she slammed the door again and pivoted to stomp her foot at him. "Sonic! Please! This is a covert operation! Our reputations are at stake!"

"...You mean mine is at stake." He countered, a friendly competitive challenge on his face.

"Pfft! Stop making it seem worse than it is!"

"...Isn't it?"

"Ohh!" she opened the door, "Just hurry up and take a bath!"

"For 2 hours..?" he whined, and she just rolled her eyes and smiled, leaving him to his own means and walking towards the laundry station.

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The wind behind Sonic felt slightly more free than ever before. He didn't feel anything was weighing him down and it almost felt childish to run with his hands and feet completely exposed.

Amy was right, it's not like anyone would care, but it was an odd sight. Culturally, you just wear them. At least the shoes.

Sonic wasn't much into 'properness' but he did respect cultural. He had traveled so much, it was ingrained into him to be considerate of other lifestyles and beliefs.

But he absolutely loved his simple life. Full of excitements and dangers around every corner.

For a moment, he forgot about the spiraling darkness he was harboring within...

A huge, goofy grin was on his face as he finally halted in front of the men's showers.

There were too many people... he wouldn't be comfortable here.

He scanned around, trying to avoid eye contact and realized he was sticking out like a sore thumb. A celebrity like him? Having gone missing in action for 6 months?

He raced up to the ceiling, walking the beams and peering down to try and find a shower area that wasn't occupied.

"Shoot." Sonic muttered to himself, "Amy'll be mad if I come back to the room smelling like a warthog..." he tip-toed a moment before his eyes glistened at a locker room door titled 'private shower'.

"That's gotta be open." He smirked and looked around.

In this heavily piled bunker, there were a lot of soldiers. He'd have to move swiftly and stick to the shadows.

"Whelp, time to be stealthy!" he whispered to himself as he climbed down the beams.

Darting around, causing some men to wrap towels around themselves and ask if a 'draft' in an underground tunnel was even possible, he finally managed to slip his way into the private shower.

Looking around, it didn't look all that fancy, but it was something...

There were some towels to the side, a soap bar, the usual.

He locked the door and sighed.

"It's been a while this I've acted this domesticated..." he hunched forward, disappointed that he was obeying so willingly.