Here we go again with more Finally Turd. Hopefully this won't be nearly as bad as the other one, I haven't read these before writing this, so I really don't know.

Chapter 2

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Amara's P.O.V.

Ballsniffer's POV

"We're here! Sorry it took us so long!" Amy shouts as she and Cream run up to us. "Running all the way back to my house and picking an outfit takes time you know!"

Well yeah, princess. It involves the moving of atoms. And anyway, it's not like time is polite enough to stop for just anyone.

Amy teases. She then grabs my hand and drags me to Tails' house to change before anyone can even reply. As we make our way to the house, I realize that the guys are actually wearing clothes.

Oh fuck off! Wouldn't that get in the way of running? I understand that in this version of Mœbius cocks exist, but God damn, why not think up a reason for not seeing them?

Even though they all are wearing blue jeans and different colored T-shirts, it's still clothes!

What do you MEAN “even though”?! Those are the most generic clothes I can think of, it's not surprising to hear that people wearing denim trousers and an undershirt are also wearing clothing!

Before I know it, we're at a bathroom. "Here you are! Hopefully you like what we picked." With that said, she hands me a bundle of clothing, along with the white gloves they wear all the time for some reason, and pushes me into the bathroom. Man, she sure is pushy, isn't she?

GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

As I change, I look around the bathroom. It has a white tile floor, a white marble sink, eggshell-white walls, and blue fabrics (the hand towels, shower curtain, ect.). I'm done getting dressed, but I'm not sure if I should look in the mirror. How different will I look? Will I hate my new look? I gather my courage and look.

I already hate it.

I see a magenta colored hedgehog with my dark brown hair.

Oh. Yep, you're hideous. Sorry to break it to you.

My hair still reaches down to the middle of my back and it also has a quill-look to it, but it's not like Amy's, which is all quills.

This is a blatant lie. The image used by the author as cover art for the story has Amara with just normal hair.

Well, there's one feature that'll remind me that I was born human. My eyes are still brown, but a lighter color now, so you can actually tell they are brown instead of black-looking.

Becuase brown pigmentation doesn't exist in this world.

My arms are not tan like Amy and Sonic's either, instead, they are colored magenta.

Ooh, what a fuckin' surprise! Except wait, isn't that the default?

I'm wearing a spaghetti-strapped, skyblue dress that goes down to my knees and it has pink polka dots covering it. To be honest though, I actually don't look that bad. Cute even. I observe my face and smile. No more skin problems for me!

That is too much description!

I step out of the bathroom and Amy is there. "Eeeeeek! You look soooo cute! I love that dress on you! Oh! And here are some shoes for you too." She hands me a pair of pink sandals

VOMIT

and I put them on. "Oh, even better!" Amy beams. "Come on! Let's go show off your new outfit, which you can keep since I'll never be able to pull it off like you can!" Amy fake pouts, then starts dragging me back outside. Yikes, even my little brothers don't have this much energy!

Fuck your brothers. Fuck them in their wrinkled pink assholes.

XXXXX

Shadow's P.O.V.

I watch Rose and Amara disappear into Tails' house. "Do you think she is telling the truth?" I ask.

"I mean, existential problems aside, let's not use Occam's razor at all and instead ponder thoughtfully whether or not she is telling the truth."

"As far-fetched as it sounds, I believe her" Tails answered. "She has a lot of details that most people wouldn't even bother taking the time to come up with, if they were making it up that is. Do you believe her Shadow?"

WHAT DETAILS? She said that you guys were fiction and that she was a human. She didn't throw out any dates!

"I do not know, nor do I really care at the moment. Either way, I will be keeping an eye on her" I reply. "Especially since I am being forced to live with her" I glare at them.

Police report writing. -50 points

Knuckles suddenly smirks. "Aw, come on Shadow. It won't be that bad! You've gotta admit, she is pretty cute." I give him my death glare. As his attention is focused on me, Rouge takes the opportunity and slaps him upside the head.

GRRRRRRRR FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK YOU EAT SHIT AND DIE!

"Knuckles! What do you mean she's pretty cute? What about me?!"

"What about you, Batty?!" Knuckles shouts at her, rubbing his head. That starts another one of their arguments.

While they are arguing, I see Sonic go still. He is never still unless he is taken by surprise. I look to where his attention is focused, and I see Amara and Rose walking towards us. Amara looks more comfortable but also shy at the same time. Her hair is part quill and part human hair,

As said before, no.

making a surprisingly pleasant-looking combination.

You mean looking completely fucking ugly?

She is a little taller than Rose, and she has brown eyes.

“Despite seeing her yesterday for longer than 10 seconds, I'm only now going to actually see what she looks like. I'm not blind, I swear.”

She's also wearing the dress that ended up being too big for Rose. I would know, since she forced me to accompany her while she shopped. The dress was made for figures that are bigger than Rose's, which, apparently, is Amara's size. To Faker, she must look really attractive. This is going to get interesting.

No, to Sonic, she's going to look fine. To you, she's going to be right up your alley.

"Hey" Amara greets everyone, now hiding her nervousness. Faker is still paralyzed. I smirk.

You're not going to be smirking for long.

"Hey Faker, what's wrong?" I ask. He snaps out of his daze and blushes.

Because you didn't get rock fucking hard through suggestion. I mean, Mary Sues all have mental control over characters.

"Uhh... Nothing! Just got lost in my own thoughts there! Heh." With the faintest blush on his muzzle, he rubs the back of his head.

You must have 20/fucking 5 vision if you can see that under fur.

His signature move for when he is nervous. Rose looks at him puzzled, then she shrugs and continues to gush about the outfit she and Cream chose for Amara.

“Hey, I'm full of myself and how do you like that?”

As usual, I was the only one who noticed Sonic's staring.

As usual? Have other Mary Sues come over recently?

I look at Amara and notice she keeps glancing at Sonic, looking concerned. Huh, I am wrong. I am not the only one who noticed.

Amara Vispin: Secondary Ultimate Lifeform at your service. I mean, it's either that or everyone else is goddamned blind. I guess that might work, since Amy confuses Sonic for everyone else who isn't female or human, and Sonic thought Shadow looked like him. So yer, everyone's fucking blind.

Not only that, but she does not seem to have the same interest in him as he does her. That should give some comfort for Rose, when she finds out that is. What she sees in that blue faker, I have no idea.

Speed, aloof personality, jokes at all the wrong times, an awful Cartoon Network show, and being the Mario to her Princess Toadstool back in 1993.

"Shadow?" Rose is looking at me.

“Okay, okay. If I look away and back again, she'll be gone.”

"What?" I ask, snapping out of my thoughts.

“FUCK”

"Did you hear me?" Rose asks, looking concerned. I rarely zone out like that, and when I do, something is usually wrong.

Gee, for the Ultimate Lifeform, you're awfully bad at thinking quickly.

"Sorry. No, I did not." I tell her, also letting her know nothing is wrong. Her face flashes with relief before repeating what she asked.

Wait, how does she know nothing is wrong if you didn't hear her and let her know? I mean, couldn't that be a symptom of like fifty brain problems?

"I was asking if it was alright with you if we show Amara your house now? It's New Year's Day

So we have a date for this chapter. 1st of January 1994.

Or maybe it's March.

and everything is closed, otherwise I'd take her to do some shopping first." She looks at me with her pleading-jade eyes. "Please? We'll even help you get her room ready if you want."

Remember: If you say yes, you have to work!

Before I can answer, Amara speaks up. "Actually, if you guys don't mind, I'd like it if it was just me and Shadow. First: this is a lot for my mind to take in on one day and I'd like to have some time to myself. Second: it's Shadow's home, he shouldn't have to leave because of me." She says tiredly. She suddenly smirks. "Unless he decides to bug me with conversations, then he has to leave." That comment gains some snickers. I glare at them. They all back off, except for Amara. I focus my glare solely on her. Her smirk widens. I turn up the intensity, but she is now grinning!

“The MS is too strong! Can't. . .overpower. . .her!”

"What are you smiling about?" I ask venomously. I am starting to get really annoyed.

Ooh fuck me, I'm scared!

"I have siblings back home. I'm used to glares. And I'm also just not scared of you, so..." She shrugs. I dash up to her and grab her throat, all within a second. Her eyes widen in surprise.

Can't you just tell that you're going to get along so well?

"That is a mistake" I say darkly. She meets my eyes and what I see surprises me. Her eyes are blazing with shock and anger, but not an ounce of fear.

Your windpipe being crushed by an obviously hostile, extremely powerful being genetically designed to be the most powerful form of life in all of existence? Fuck that, the real terror is waking up and looking a bit different.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of me." She growls. Still no fear! I growl and release her.

goto useful

"I am something to be feared and not messed with. This is your only warning." I warn.

Mate, you backed down after one growl! I'm not scared of you at all!

"Ha. Can we go now?" She asks, now annoyed.

And you, ya cunt! Are you really that much of an asshole?

"Why should I listen to some disrespectful brat?" I sneer.

Dude, fear =/= respect. I respect Robotnik. Doesn't mean I fear the bastard.

The glare she gives me can almost rival my own. "I am only disrespectful to those who deserve it." Hmm. She isn't quite like the others. No matter. They are all the same in the end.

Dead? I agree. I hope she dies too, if I am being perfectly honest. And she will, whether it be in one year or seventy.

"Hmph. Fine." I grab her arm and prepare to chaos control.

"Hey!" Rose says to Amara. "I'll pick you around noon tomorrow so we can go shopping, alright?"

“Hey, I'll pick you up around noon tomorrow so we can go affirm our lack of personality, okay?”

"Sounds like fun." Amara smiles at her. On closer inspection, I realize it's a fake smile. I wonder why.

“I wonder why she doesn't enjoy the prospect of being A) being distracted from getting home or B) buying clothing that will become too small for her when she goes home.”

"Chaos control!" A flash of red envelops us and we are now in my house. I look over at Amara, expecting her to be sick like everybody is their first time. Instead, I find her just a little dizzy.

A quick adapter, huh?

She has certainly handled that better than anybody else has, excluding me of course. "Why did you fake being happy about shopping tomorrow?" I ask.

Amara grimaces. "You really are observant, aren't you?"

Well he IS the ultimate lifeform, I would expect that to be part of the deal.

She sighs. "To be honest, I hate shopping. I can never find my style. And everything that I usually want is expensive, or really chinsy.

???

But I need pretty much everything so I have no choice but to go. Otherwise I'd end up in clothes like Amy's!" She fakes being horrified. Sensing my annoyance from her 'joke', she slumps.

Fuck you and fuck your joke.

"Kidding. Her style is fine, but it's hers, not mine. You know, you should show a little more emotion, it makes you more approachable. But then again, that's probably the opposite of what you want." She smirks.

Shadow is autistic confirmed, since he doesn't like people.

But hey, that's just a theory. A game theory! Thanks for watching.

Who is this girl? She's young, but she hates shopping, and she is observant. I need to get out of here.

Who is this man? He's old, but he still holds preconceived notions of the opposite sex, and he hasn't thought a single word. I need to get out of here.

"Your room is down the hall there, to the right." With that said, I start to turn away.

Why do you have multiple rooms? You're antisocial!

"Thank you" she says. I turn back and look at her, cocking an eyebrow. "For letting me stay here. I really appreciate it."

"I thought you are supposed to be disrespectful to me?" I say mockingly.

I thought you are supposed to be moody and serious?” I say aggressively.

She narrows her eyes. "Shadow" She warns. Then she lowers her eyes tiredly. "I don't like being rude to people. Especially when I'm this stressed"

Hey, I don't either, but man, I just get so angry at failure.

she rubs her temples. "So since I'm being nice. Maybe you could too?"

This is it, ladies and gentlemen. The scene you've all been waiting for. The moment this story gets even more generic than it already was.

The moment we know Finally Revealed's plot beat for beat.

She meets my eyes. She looks exhausted now. This whole time she was hiding just how tired she was, and I never could have guessed. Me! I suddenly feel some sympathy for her. It is a lot to take in. I cannot help but to slightly soften my eyes. She probably will not notice though. No one ever does.

I have no words for this.

"You can look around the house, except for in the room across from yours. That is my room." I turn away from her. "I have some errands to do and I won't be back until tomorrow night at least, so do not do anything idiotic. Chaos control!" Red light surrounds me, and I'm gone.

“I won't!” I say, the red plastic cup's water weight making my hand tremble as it moves closer and closer to the pan sizzling, almost hypnotically so, with oil.

XXXXX

Amara's P.O.V.

Wow. His eyes actually softened. I didn't think he'd understand what I'm feeling.

He doesn't. At least, I hope he doesn't.

I realize I'm still staring at where he last was and shake my head. I look around. I'm in the living room, which is pretty big. The TV is against the wall with the front door, there's a three-seater couch across from that, a loveseat on the couch's right, and a recliner on its left.

??? He doesn't have guests! Why?

All three of the furniture are black. The carpet is a dark tan and the walls are white. There is also a black marble dining table seven feet behind the couch. It's tall enough to require the tall seats you find at bars, but these are fancier and are made of cherry oak.

No-bo

On the other side of the table is another room, but open instead of walled off like regular rooms. This area contains workout machinery. It has pretty much every piece of equipment that is needed for properly working muscles. He doesn't have anything for running, which means he does that outside. I'm actually impressed. I wonder if he will mind if I use some of this stuff sometime. The lack of muscles I have is rather embarrassing.

dy-ca

As I walk back into the living room, I see a doorway on my right. I walk through it and find myself in the kitchen. The floor is white marble tile and the sink is black marble. The counters are black and the cabinets are also cherry oak. All the kitchen machines, like the refrigerator, are stainless silver. The walls are a light tan. At the back of the kitchen is the door to the laundry room. The laundry room is simple. It's all white: walls, floor, and both machines. The machines are on my left, a folding table in front of me, and the back door to my right. The back yard is just some grass, then the woods.

re-s.

I go back to the living room and go down the hall. I open the first door on the left and see the bathroom. It is almost as big as the laundry room and it has the same floor, counter, and sink as the kitchen does. The walls are a light blue this time and there are mahogany cabinets under the sink. The fabrics are black. I walk out and continue down the hall. On the walls are some paintings, and they are gorgeous. There is one of a lake in the night, one with a waterfall, and a foggy forest at dawn. Then I get to the end of the hall, and see a huge painting. It's a foot taller than me and is three feet wide. It is a painting of a lake with a forest in the background, reflecting the stars in the sky above. It almost looks real. I also notice there seems to be no artist signature. Oh well, Shadow has really good taste in art.

Exposition, exposition

I see two doors. One on my left, and one on my right. Remembering what Shadow told me, I go to the right. It appears to have been a guest room. There is already a bed set up to my left with black sheets and a dark brown comforter. Across from the bed is an empty desk with a black lamp. A three-drawer dresser is to the left of the desk. In the wall left of the bed is a closet that takes up most of the wall. There's nothing else.

Flesh it out ASAP

It's a really nice house, and for a guy, it's also pretty clean. But to a woman, it needs a good dusting, a vacuuming, and other detaily things like that. I see it's only one in the afternoon, so I decide to clean up. Yes, I am exhausted, but only mentally. Cleaning will help me get tired physically too. Not to mention, I also hate naps. I don't know why exactly, I just do. I roll up my imaginary sleeves. Let's do this.

Remember what I said about Shadow?

I guess it's even a problem the author has.

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