The Mobian Civil War

It. The origin of all ruin. The harbinger of war. The architect of endless slaughter. A twisted, insatiable force that exists solely to revel in suffering, to drown the world in chaos and blood. You wish to know its name? Foolish. Names hold power, and it—it is beyond names. But if you must call it something… call it Dark Magic.

Born from Lucifer's own desperation, Dark Magic was forged to separate the weak from the truly wicked, a gift of unholy power meant to turn demons into monsters. It was never intended to think, never meant to want. But something went wrong. It awoke. It learned. It hungered.

What was once a weapon became a mind of its own, a will that even Lucifer could not command. No longer a tool for vengeance, Dark Magic desires only destruction—absolute, all-consuming annihilation. No god, no demon, no mortal is safe. The heavens were desolate, the underworld crumbled, and the earth painted red with its insatiable bloodlust. But it was not enough. It is never enough.

And so, when nothing remains but ash and echoes of screams, it turns its gaze elsewhere—beyond the shattered remains of existence. Another world. Another feast. Another massacre waiting to unfold.

Run. Pray. Hide. It will not matter. The Waning Dawn is coming. And it will not stop.

Opposing the bleeding cracks of Earth, the hollow cries of the heavens, and the silenced uproars of hell was the blossoming land of Mobius. Deprived of despair thanks to the combined efforts of all its native inhabitants. No corpses laid the ground nor ash of the withered plant life. The land lacked cracks of destruction and only had the righteous hope that filled their just hearts. And the one with the most just heart, the strongest smile, and most enlightening hope entered the stage.

"Alright!" The blue hedgehog rubbed his nose with his usual cocky grin. This mobian has always been the lovable friend to many and the hero to various animals inhabiting the planet. With him successfully fending off Robotnik for yet another ten years, he thought to start the day with a daily run. In less than a second, he became a blur that sped through the green grass and blazing sun. His trained eyesight could still spot the animals living in blissful harmony, the flourishing flowers and tall palm trees. Sonic can't help but momentarily lose himself in the sight of the scenery around him, of nature in its blissful perfection as the wind blew through his quills.

The hedgehog skids to a halt on top of a hill as he notices an oddity in the distance. Sonic moves his hand over his brow, then he narrows his eyes while leaning forward. "Huh, that's odd." In the distance is a warp ring. What caught the hero's attention was the color of it, as it proudly shone a sinister red. As he confirms this strange sighting to himself, his curious expression turned quizzical. "Wonder what that's about?..." He momentarily gave it some consideration about investigating alone or grabbing Tails. But, his free spirit and unsurmountable confidence ended up winning this short mental debate. "Screw it! I'll just peek at what's inside." The bored hedgehog shrugs before jumping off the hill and speeding to his new objective. He wanted to investigate it and report his findings to Tails later. 

As he arrives, he slows to a stop and looks up at the large gate. Despite being a courageous hedgehog, he could feel that something is amiss with the warp ring. That subconscious knowledge made the portal all the more off-putting. Sonic unconsciously shuttered, then checked his arm to see a minefield of goosebumps. His face turned serious and he found himself gritting his teeth. Looking up at what is more accurately an abomination, he starts to think what could be on the other side. The first idea is that it's something of Robotnik's work— something intended for poor animals to fall for. With responsibility coursing through his heart, he sprung through the warp ring and landed on the other side with a light thud thanks to the grass. His eyes opened, body tensed, and his eyes scanned his surroundings. Quickly, Sonic realized he didn't teleport. He turned his head, believing that he somehow, missed the ring. But it had disappeared. It's as if the portal was just a figment of his imagination.

Then what was he feeling? What were those goosebumps? What was that foreboding feeling that his gut was clenching about? He exhaled a long breath, trying to force his body to relax with that thing gone. It felt prudent to immediately inform Tails as opposed to wait until after his usual run. His mind was stuck on it, feeling as if it was important. However, his thoughts were derailed by a deep, malicious voice in his mind.

"A promising specimen... you'll do." The voice said before Sonic felt a deep pain within him. One that reached deeper than his blood, bones, or heart. Something immaterial within him. The agony overbears him, causing the hedgehog to crumble to his knees, then his hands. Dilated pupils locked on the grass, Sonic tried to fight back whatever was inflicted upon him. Leaving him to convulse in a pathetic position as blood dripped down his lip. A bitter groan left his lips as he slowly raised his right hand to cup his eye. He finally felt a physical pain gnawing in the back of it. Its like something was coming out and it only made the howling worse. Unexpectedly, Sonic felt a small weight in his hand, lowering it from his eye, he saw a small round thing with a red, bloody tail in his palm. His racing mind finally processed that his eye fell out like a ball from a toy box. His breath picked up at the horror, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. The panicked pumping of his heart caused blood to gush all over the plain grass.

As Sonic heaved so hard and frequently that his lungs threatened to burn out, he saw the same hand manifesting. Fingers enlarging and lengthening, with the tips sharpening to be akin to claws. The gloves that should've torn from the unnatural growth seemed to become one with his skin. The transformation felt so itchy, but so is his entire body. He can see his smooth skin and messy quills losing its life filled color.

As his skin and quills lost color, he saw quills and patches of skin flutter to the ground like leaves in the wind. Patterned across the grass like floor patterns. Amongst the dying patches was something black and oval shaped. Sonic's eye focused on it only for horrifying goosebumps to run through him. Its his nose. Blood spurts from his face in heaps, painting the grass red as his pupil shakes with unimaginable fear. The blue hedgehog curls his body up, a scrutinizing pain filling his muzzle as he felt as if his flesh was being eaten where his nose once were. Sonic's remaining eye finally fell, leaving him blind to sight but not to the pain causing him so much anguish. 

His messy quills lengthened and sharpened as his jaw disconnected and hit the dirt. The hedgehog grasped at the bone, a fruitless attempt to undo the permeant damage. As he did, his oral bones screamed in agony as they grew jagged and long. Sonic felt his limbs unnaturally stretching and tearing, his new set of yellow teeth grinding together in an attempt to stop the screaming. He felt as if his strength was starting to leave as his vision disorientated, gradually blackening. A bit of salty water left the corner of the hedgehog's eyes before his body dropped to the ground, the resistance of hope and life finally coming to ruin.

Rising from the ground came an eight feet tall and deformed hedgehog, twitching and heaving in their new state. The crave, the yearn, the need to satiate and feed his ever-growing bloodlust made him excited. He could tell the life in this planet is plentiful. "So many mortals to torture, so much entertainment, and yet... Time is of the essence..." A deep echoed laughter comes off of him before he steps through green hill, eyeing the various small critters who looked terrified of a monster who had the face of a familiar hero. "Wouldn't you all agree?" He asked them. Their survival instincts kicked in and they instantly attempted to flee.

With newfound stretchiness, the demon's arm grew, he sweeps up an escaping sky-blue rabbit, closing his hand and piercing the rabbit with all five of his fingers. Blood spewed onto his gloved hand as the body went limp instantly. Tossing the small carcass aside to bleed out on the ground, he continues his hunt. "Where are you~?" The demonic entity sang. "Come out and play~"

The small petite critters trembled in terror in their hiding spots, the soft thud and padding of his walking ringing in their sensitive ears. They tried to keep quiet despite their bodily urge to whimper in fear. Hiding in a hole was a small chicken, one who released a shaky exhale when they managed to successfully hide. Just when they felt safe, they felt a hot breath of air on their back followed by "I found you~" The chicken's eyes widen while their pupils shrink, they didn't get to react before letting out a pained animal cry. Looking down, the chicken would see a large claw through their body, holding them like food on a kabob. The demonic hedgehog pulls the chicken out of the hole, grasping onto the intestine and pulling it out of their body entirely, a shriek leaving the small animal before Sonic wraps the intestine around their neck and then around a nearby tree branch, causing the chicken to slowly cough and choke on their blood and lack of air.

Turning their head, the demonic entity notices a penguin attempting to run but being much slower than their small animal pals because the penguin could only waddle away. Tilting his head abnormally, the twitchy and bloody hedgehog approaches the whimpering and shaky animal. Raising his foot, the demon traps the penguin underneath his blood-stained shoe. The small animal cries out in fear and thrashes around, trying to escape but it was all for naught. Leaning down, the hedgehog grabs the penguin by the head, and he digs his claws into their neck before ripping the penguin's head off. He looks up at a green bird flying by. Their eyes locked before the bird panics and tries to fly away but the demon is faster. His jaw drops wide open, he bites at the bird as it turns around. His large teeth penetrate their body and kills them instantly. His bottom jaw drops, causing the bird lodged in his top row of teeth to fall down to the ground. The penguin's head is dropped afterwards.

A hopping bunny is next, their method of getting away being obvious to this tall killer. Stepping closer, the demon raised his clawed hands and strikes the bunny with both arms at once. His strike tears off the bunny's arms and legs, causing the bunny to fall to the ground as a torso and head in a pool of their own blood. The bunny begins shrieking and wailing as blood spurges from the open wounds. The towering hedgehog steps forward until it's shadow casted over the bunny's, then with a swipe of his hand, the head comes off. Turning his head, he hears the quacking of a naive duck by the water. When the duck sees the intimidating appearance of the hedgehog approaching it, it defensively starts nipping at their ankles and legs, but the animal noticed there was no wincing. It looked up at the demon and once their eyes landed on his face, two claws pierce the duck's eyes, going through its head. The claws raise up, pulling out the top of the duck's head with mangled brains. The carcass falls over instantly, remnants of the guts and blood drip off of the gloved hand.

Despite the quick and easy kills, it wasn't enough. This abnormal entity originating from hell needs more. The itch to see life fade from their eyes, guts pouring out, blood gushing, and screams echoing the hills. Breathing deep breaths, he continues walking around, playing a game of Hide-and-Seek with the small critters.

Far from the carnage, a pink hedgehog was baking an array of goods with her close friend, Cream. With more extensive breaks between their adventures, as well as a lot of time to mature, the two ladies found themselves starting a small home business. They're simply just selling their pastries to local mobians, but its a joy to be together in a shared passionate hobby. Rose placed a tray of cookies to cool off by a window, which was also supposed to attract their neighbors to what's being prepared in the oven. Upon placing it down, she inhales deeply to intake the scent before sighing happily in relief.

Amy then steps outside with two trays of desserts to align them at their outside booth. While stocking a kind hearted, yet matured voice called out her name. "Hey Amy," The familiar voice initiated Rose to turn her head towards the source to echo their greeting. Upon turning her head, her green eyes scanned her friend. A yellow fox with dual tails, half dressed in engineering esc gear but without the usual dirtiness associated with it. Raising his hand, he finally waved at her upon her body language acknowledging him.

"Hey Tails!" Amy responded once he got close enough for indoor voices. Cream stepped outside with a tray of cupcakes, her eyes seemed to sparkle upon meeting Tails'.

"Good Afternoon, Tails." Cream greeted him with grace, to which he eagerly responded.

"Hi—" Tails slightly faltered, "Hi Cream! You two's business is still running well?"

Cream nodded. "Yeah! Everyone's so nice and thoughtful to give us a chance. And we have such loyal customers."

"And we get to try out so many exotic recipes we haven't done yet," Amy says excitedly, thinking about how little of dessert recipes they've mastered and how many they could learn and master another day. "You should've been here the other day, we made macaroons!" 

"Oh, really?" Tails makes a disappointed expression. "I would've been excited to try some." His tone reflected his expression, but still kept a weight of playfulness to it. 

"Don't worry Tails, next time we bake foreign desserts, I'll keep some to the side for you." Cream says delightfully.

"A—.." The Fox paused at the sudden kindness. "I'd appreciate it!" he says with a grin. "Thank you, Cream."

"Today, the exotic dessert we're serving is," Amy reveals the tray to Tails. "Hotteok!" 

"Ooo.." The fox could feel his stomach growling at the sight and enchanting smell of the food. "It looks great!" His two tails swayed behind him in agreement.

"You can have one, on the house!" Amy says with a smile matching the offer.

"It's tempting... But, I'm going to have to hold off on enjoying you two's sweets. I'm actually looking for Sonic right now! Is he with you two?"

"No, we haven't seen Mister Sonic all day." Cream says with a shake of her head. Having such high respect for the hero, she still calls him mister. 

"I actually planned on finding Sonic since I had some desserts ready for him!" Amy shakes her hips and raises the opposing shoulder in a carefree, joyous motion. "But, why were you looking for him? Did something happen?"

"No, his tailor just finished his tuxedo and wanted to make sure it fit him right." Tails explained. He cups his chin as his eyes squint and advert. "If he's not with you guys, then he's probably doing his usual morning run in Green Hills," Tails noted. "He should get back by lunch, but he might lose track of time, so I might head out there in a bit," He lowers his hand, turning to the girls with a smile emerging along his muzzle. "Speaking of which, are you guys excited for tonight?"

"Are we excited?? Tails, I've been looking forward to this all day!" Amy emphasizes with a giddy jump. "We planned to keep it a surprise, but Cream and I were going to bring some of the desserts we're baking there tonight!"

"I'm sure everyone would love to eat what you two have been preparing!" Tails' nose twitches. "I think I smell something you're preparing in the oven right now," He remarks jokingly. This remark causes Cream's ears to spike on end, her heart skipping a beat as a squeal left her.

"I forgot about the muffins..!!" Cream squeaked as she bolted back inside. While trying to rescue her passion, Amy turns to Tails and lowers her voice down.

"So," Amy gives Tails a knowing look followed by a suggestive eyebrow quirk. "Are you finally going to confess to her tonight?" 

Her confrontational approach to Tails' unrequited, secret love interest made his shoulders tense, his gaze redirecting to the ground. His right hand found itself behind his head, initiating a scratching motion in a bad attempt to hide his bashful reaction. "Oh, c'mon Amy... You know I still haven't mustered what I wanted to say to her." Tails says with a flustered murmur. Despite being so intelligent, he found himself at a loss of words when it came to revealing his inner feelings.

"Tails! You can't chicken out now! Its been years of you having a crush on her, you have to tell her! You don't need a poetic confession, as long as you speak from the heart, it'll be more then enough!" Amy then raises her hands. "And!" The hedgehog pauses for dramatic effect. "I even prepared a dessert to help you out with your confession. Cream's favorite!" At that, Amy brandishes a refrigerated lunchbox and she pushes it into his hands. Nervous, Tails fumbled with it briefly before grasping it close to his chest.

"I—" The Fox paused, "You're.. right Amy," He says, releasing his held in breath. "I should confess, I've held it in for too long." With squinted eyes, he gratefully says. "Thank you," Amy nodded affirmatively, a cheeky grin to match.

"No problem! Meanwhile, I'm just hoping these desserts will have Sonic finally come around this year." Amy says, heaving a sigh near the end that's filled with both dreams and disappointment.

"You're still pretty determined?" Tails says, a mixture of shock and comedic play in his tone.

"Hehe, why wouldn't I be?" Amy cupped her cheeks, swaying her upper body back and forth. "Not all princesses can wait for their prince!" She emphasizes the titles with glory, before lowering her hands and sticking her tongue out a little. "Even if he is the fastest thing alive." Tails chuckled in response. "Since we're speaking about him, I'm going to pay him a visit with the cookies I baked!" Amy joyfully heads inside, eagerly preparing a picnic basket and taking the cookies that were cooling off on the windowsill inside. The hedgehog made sure napkins and other things were around the desserts to keep the basket clean. 

With that prepared, Amy takes off the apron and hangs it up, "Cream, I'm heading out to go meet with Sonic!" She washes her hands at the kitchen sink while her eyes track the shorter rabbit. "Will you be able to handle selling everything on your own?"

"Yes, don't worry about me! We already baked almost everything together, and we don't get a lot of customers. I'll be fine." Cream says with a reassuring nod. "Even if I were to struggle, I'm sure the neighbors would be willing to help me. Go enjoy your time with Mister Sonic." Cream says with an encouraging, genuine tone. Amy turns off the water and takes off her house shoes, putting on her outside shoes instead.

"Thanks Cream! Give me a call if you need anything at all!" Amy says, the basket over her arm as an excited blush colors her cheeks. As she stepped outside, Tails sees her getup and laughs a little.

"Looks like Sonic is going to have a long day," he comments playfully with a soft smile. "Not to ruin your lunch date, but I'll be coming down their later, just to make sure his tux is the right fit for the dinner tonight."

"Hehe, your presence will be excused," Her she rests her head on the back of her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a prince to catch!"

Amy joyously heads onto Green Hills. Quickly, the hedgehog began to space out while flocking. Her mind begun imagining how Sonic would react to the cookies she baked with love. If he'd finally return her heartfelt feelings, or if he'd play the hard way even now. Amy's thoughts were a bit unrealistic to say the least, but the hedgehog continued to live in her fantasies. Her mind trailed to the adventures that led to this moment while her eyes glazed over the unsymmetrical blades of grass. The first time she met Sonic, Cream, Shadow.. and all of her beloved friends to date. It was over 10 years ago, and now as an adult, she hasn't drifted from all that's important.

As she continued to day dream, she felt the ground underneath her foot squish. Her face squinted while she barred her teeth. Amy was ready to complain about mud getting on her new shoes. Looking down, Amy lifted her foot in hopes to salvage what didn't get dirtied. In doing so, her heart skips a beat and her pupils dilate. Accidentally, she drops her beloved basket. "Is... is that..?" Its blood. Blood is covering the sole of her shoe. But, how is there so much? For it to soak the dirt in a way for it to sink like mud. Her heart thumps loudly as she looks down, seeing blood practically flood the terrain. Her body instantly began to tremble, fear hitting her bones. With shock leaving Amy's mind, her nose scrunches and she pinches her nose. The smell of iron is strong, like its a cologne. Accompanied with thick rot, presumably the donors of the blood.

Amy's mind raced as she looked around. She turns around and steps back towards the city. Her first thought was to run away, warn the others, and tell Sonic— "!!!" Amy swings back around. Sonic!! He's doing his usual run! He's possibly in danger! Amy's feet fumbled, stuck between getting backup or rushing to help. What's the danger? She can't fully access the situation in its fullest. And even though that's true... her impulsiveness and heart won the mental fight, and Amy found herself sprinting through Green Hills. 

"Sonic!?" Amy shouted. "Sonic!!!" She screamed his name louder, determined to save him before its too late. As she sprinted deeper in, her eyes caught horrors of what happened to all the poor critters. The guts strewn about on the trees, grass, and sunflowers. How the bodies were all split, slain, and mutilated in different ways like separate art canvases. The sight was clear cut evidence that whoever committed these heinous crimes enjoyed it. Not just the killing, but the thrill of the victim's suffering. Amy felt her stomach jump, tying in knots as she clasped her hand over her mouth.

Is it possible Sonic is amongst these..? No! She must not think that way! He's alive, she's never been more sure! Her eyes raise ahead of her, not wanting to look at the poor carcasses any longer. As her eyes drifted away, she ran past the bits of Sonic's flesh, eyes, and quills. "SONIC!!" Her lungs would've began burning if not for the adrenaline coursing through her and heating up her blood to a boiling level. Amy's green eyes darted the withering scenery of what was once the prospering Green Hills. And then finally, she saw him. The sight of him instinctively led to Amy digging her heels in the soaked dirt to stop herself.

At the top of the hill, his back turned to her and his blue quills blowing furiously in the wind is the love of her life. He seemed motionless, as if he himself is dead. Yet his action pose said otherwise. Amy releases a sigh she didn't know she was holding in, relief souring into her lungs at the next inhale. He's okay! He's alive! Grasping at the positives of the otherwise graphic, hopeless situation, a weak smile accompanied with tears emerged on her face. If he's alive, then all of this is solvable. He always makes this happen. That's what being Sonic is all about, isn't it?

Amy opened her mouth to call out to him, but found her breath caught in her throat. As her adrenaline died, she found herself short of breath while her head throbbed in pain. The hedgehog pants heavily, her heart urging her to reach out... yet something inexplicable held her back. Its like her gut is telling her to run from him. But, why? Its... Sonic! The Sonic! The Fastest Hero! Her hero! 

Amy hesitates to speak and move. She couldn't explain this sensation of absolute uneasiness. Counting it all up to be her shaken up, she approaches warily. Amy's nerves were in disarray. Gulping down the nerves gathering in her throat, she calls out. "Sonic..!" As if it was a normal day, the hedgehog turns around and looks down at Amy. His eyes sparkled with its usual freedom as he smiles. 

"Hey Amy!" His smile falters momentarily as she rushes up to him. He could see her leaning over and heaving. "Whoa, whoa, whoa Ames, what's wrong?" He inquired with his signature eyebrow raise and matching head tilt.

"I-I... I got so scared.. for you when.... I saw.. th-..the bodies.." Amy began stuttering as her finger points along the red plains. Talking in between her breaths made her even harder to comprehend. But Sonic's understanding gaze didn't falter. "Y..- You didn't.. see who did all this?" At that, he cluelessly points his thumb towards the genocide with a matching expression.

"Oh, who did all that?" He echoed. His clueless reply sent a fear in Amy. Wondering why he's being more nonchalant than usual about this. After all, they're not just dead. They were tormented and their remains were desecrated. "Can't say I know! I was just looking for them." His eyes are searching the terrain as he spoke. At that, he's suddenly grasped by his hand. His eyes flicker from her impulsive action to her panicked eyes.

"L-Lets regroup with the others first! We need to access what we're dealing with! Wh-Who could be responsible!" Amy said quickly, wanting to escape whatever worry her gut was filled with.

"Sure." Sonic obliges with his usual chipper voice and matching smile. Amy almost uttered if he was alright, to see if he was putting on a brave face for her. But, it felt more complicated than that. Like his happiness is too.... natural. Like, Sonic is genuinely unbothered. Uneasy by this possibility, she releases him and turns around. As Amy began to walk away, Sonic grasped her hand once more. "Wait, Amy." Turning around, she looked him in the eyes.

Sonic stood before her, bathed in the sunlight, his eyes softer than she had ever seen them. His usual, cocky grin was absent, replaced by something gentler, something she had spent her whole life dreaming of. But the timing also made her sick to her stomach. "I," He paused, as if choosing his words. "Noticed you were crying. You were really worried about me, huh?" Amy trembled as Sonic reaches out, cupping her cheek with surprising tenderness. "I'm sorry," his voice lowered to a comforting murmur, it filled with the perfect balance of warmth and comfort. "I pushed your feelings too far." Her heart lurched in her chest. 

At those words, his arms reach out and envelop her in a big hug. As their body warmth pressed together, Amy realizes they're embracing in a way they never had before. His touch was everything she had ever longed for: safe, warm, and right. She sank into him, gripping onto his arms as if they were the only thing keeping her standing. Amy is terrified to her core. But, that fear and uncertainty slowly ceased. Because she's in the comforting embrace of The Sonic. The Fastest Hero. Her Hero—

Her mind blanks as a sharp, searing pain ripped through her side, rising up to her spine. Her body tensed on end as her pupils dilated and slowly looked at Sonic. Amy gasps sharply, choking on a scream as white-hot agony consumed her. Her weak fingers twitched as they gripped his shoulders. The frightened hedgehog tried to pull away, but Sonic—no, someone else—something else—held her firmer and tighter. Sonic pressing his lips against her ear.

"Shhh," he whispered with a sinister rumble in his voice, his opposing hand rose up and brushed her disheveled quills down to their neat style. Amy begins to hack blood from her mouth as she convulsed in his arms. Her mind is struggling to wrap around such a horrid reality where all her comforts in life have been seized from her, all while the pain froze her body. "You're finally where you always wanted to be, Amy. In my arms." His voice was laced with mockery now, the illusion of tenderness unraveling into something monstrous.

Amy barely managed to lift her head, her breath ragged and desperate. "S-Sonic…?" She barely uttered, the magic word falling from her lips. The name associated with smiles and freedom has now captured her in a web of pain.

In response, "Sonic" lets out a deep, cruel chuckle. "You poor, naive girl." At that, he wrenches his claws deeper. Amy reacted with a choked out groan of pain as her body quivered and nearly became still in his arms. The blood coming from her mouth doubled up, getting on Sonic's shoulder and the grass below. Sonic pulls his head back to grasp at her jaw with his opposing hand, forcing her to look up at him. He could see her betrayed, hurt, and horrified expression. Fear and malice clashing in their intense eye contact. "Enslaved to your feelings." His voice began to distort, no longer sounding like Sonic and instead sounding like something much more... malevolent. "Look at where that got you?" The being twisted his claws cruelly, savoring the way her body shuddered in his grasp and the familiar warmth of blood coating his hand. "Alone. Like you never wanted to be."

Tears spilled down Amy's cheeks as she clung to him, unwilling to believe—unable to comprehend—the horror of what was happening. The pain was unbearable, but what shattered her more was the voice. Sonic's voice. "S..st..—" She could barely utter words. "—...stop.. th.. this isn't—" Amy's denial bled more than her body. "—real!!..."

"Stop?" The blue hedgehog echoed with a mused tone. "I believe that can be arranged little rose." He yanks his hand out, her severed organs clinging to his hand and spilling out. The muscles bended and split open at the violent motion, causing blood to erupt like a volcano. Her viscera strung along his fingers like decorations and any that didn't cling tight enough fell onto the grass. He releases her chin, freeing her from his grip. Amy's eyes started to roll back as she's pushed off of his body. As a result of the blood loss and shove, her body falls off center. Her back hits the ground with a resounding thud, the victim on the edge of blacking out. Sonic watches with amusement as a pool of Amy's blood gathered beneath her mostly limp and heavily twitchy body. "Oh Amy," His tone sinister as he locked on her frightened eyes. "I wonder what will happen to you next, which part of your body will snap, crunch and twist in my hands?" He mused as he watched her eyes fill with fear and tears at hearing her hero utters words of such anguish.

Despite the hopeless situation, Amy clung tightly onto the only hope she knows. "S..—Sonic.." She says between deep inhales and exhales. Somewhere deep in her heart, she believed this is still Sonic. Her pleading for the late hero both intrigued and amused the blue hedgehog. 

"And even now, you cling to such a pathetic hope? How... Endearing." He saw her skin begin to grow pale as he knelt down to her. "Tell me," Sonic began, whilst Amy whimpered in pain. "What did you really waste your life away for...? What exactly are you fighting death for...? I want to hear it. Tell your precious hero why you still stay, why you still hope, why you still wish to love what doesn't exist."

Amy coughed, her vision swimming, but she wanted—needed—to believe that if she could just say it, maybe, somehow, Sonic would come back. Maybe he would hear her, save her. "I.. I never..." Her voice trembled as she forced the words out. "Got to give you...—Sonic my heart…"

Silence.

Then, Sonic laughed. The laugh made Amy's heart sink. Because that isn't Sonic's laugh. Its someone else's. Deep, guttural, filled with delighted malice and echoing around them like a death knell. He tilted his head at her with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Your heart?" Sonic shakes his head with a mocking smirk. "You always did, didn't you? Oh, Amy… " He grasps her chin tightly with his left hand again. "That's the problem, isn't it? You never had his." he sneered. "How pathetic." At the same time of him saying that insult, he drives his hand into her chest with merciless precision, crushing her ribs as she let out a strangled scream. Her heartbeat faltered under his touch, weak and fragile—just like her. As she heaved and shuttered from the overwhelming and agonizing pain, Sonic leaned in close, their noses nearly touching each other. "Here's my answer, Amy." 

He locks eye contact with her as his hands repeatedly dives into her body and chest. His fingers enlarged into claws, piercing her flesh and yanking out massive flesh chunks, the joint of her knee, and humerus. Her stomach received a deep diagonal gash that nearly tore her collarbone out with it. Sonic purposely avoided vitals to give her a slow, agonizing death that she's barely able to stand. Short of breath, she felt blood threatening to fill her lungs as her bones began to messily stick out in her legs and lower arms. All that he didn't touch was her head. 

"Your wish was never his to grant, Amy. But me? I'll make sure you never leave my side. You begged for closeness, for affection… so let me grant you an eternity—" This creature— this monstrosity pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to her forehead, his touch a mockery of tenderness. "—in suffering."

Amy shuddered, barely able to breathe, her body betraying her with feeble tremors. Through the haze of pain, she forced herself to speak, her voice a fragile whisper. "S... Sonic..."

A cruel chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Sonic?" His voice was drenched in mockery. "Oh Amy, you still don't get it do you? When will you understand? You were never his. You were always a toy waiting to be claimed. And now?" Amy began to blink slowly, feeling herself nearing the end of her life. In the span of one blink, the face of Sonic's familiar features have twisted into something grotesque, alien, wrong. An unhinged jaw, lackluster pupils and void eye whites. Jagged, yellow teeth with sharp spikes, along with darkened quills. Amy's heart nearly stilled from such a horrifying sight. She finally knew this isn't Sonic. "You belong to The Overlord, Akzecktor."

Then, in a single, brutal motion, he raked his claws across her face, splitting skin and fracturing bone with sickening ease. Her world shattered into agony, her final sight stolen in a spray of crimson. Her body trembled, nerves firing in desperate defiance as shown by her legs jittering with pain and life. With slow, deliberate cruelty, he drove a claw into her left eye, twisting until something popped wetly, the delicate orb reduced to pulped mush between his fingers as he squeezed it dry. 

Her legs twitched. Her breaths came in ragged, broken gasps. But he wasn't finished. Reaching down, he fisted her blood-matted quills and ripped them out one by one, each tear sending fresh convulsions through her failing body. Her final, shuddering breath left her in a quiet, pitiful whimper. Then Amy finally fell still. Akzecktor straightened, towering over the ruined corpse of the girl who had once longed for love. He watched as the last remnants of life faded from her mangled face. Then, with a deep, guttural laugh, he basked in the moment—savoring the sheer hopelessness of her demise.

"He never saw your worth." His gaze scans the corpse. "But don't worry... I will carve your love from you myself, and put your heart to much better use. I will ensure your heart serves a greater purpose—mine. You belong to me now. Not as a lover, no… but as a plaything, as a servant, as a trophy."