.•*The Rose Harem*•.

The Plot Rises Ch. 9

Third Person: Amy's Home

The house creaked as the wind pressed against it. Amy's phone fell out of her pocket, making an alarming thud that woke her up.

"Ngh..." Opening her eyes, she quickly sat up. The fear of the empty screening of the night settled in.
Desperately, she reached for her lamp on the drawer next to the bed and a simple click beamed a portion of the room.
A relaxed sigh can be heard from the pink girl's breath.

"... I need to take a shower..." She stretched while yawning wide.

After an 30 minutes of focusing on her personal hygiene, she turned almost every light on in the entire house. Out of fear of the dark, even though she shouldn't be afraid.

What time is it now?
Amy mentioned to herself, looking for a nearby clock.
"Oh.. 4:12 am."

For some odd reason, she felt like walking outside to Twinkle Park. Just to see it again. Considering the logic nobody ever visits Twinkle Park so she can go there anytime. Plus, almost everyone is asleep. But then again, there could be some creepy mobians out there.

"Maybe... yeah.. I'm gonna go see Twinkle Park again! I'll just bring a pocket knife with me!"

After she grabbed her pocket knife out of the kitchen drawers, the petite girl made sure to lock the back door and get the house key.

Twisting the key inside the front door, it clicked. Amy checked the knob to make sure it's actually locked. Then she skipped down her front porch and trotted towards Twinkle Park.

Beneath her feet crunched and glistened like crystals. Streetlights beamed down on her in place. The black celestial starry sky. All of that freezing air trembled her greatly, but this time Amy wore more appropriate wear for the climate.

A few minutes of walking, she finally traveled up a leading path to the decaying park.

There it was. Still standing and so resilient through it all.

"Hm.. hello, Twinkle Park..." The pink hedgehog's voice almost felt disconnected from reality. All she could concur are nastolgia and memories. But she appeared to be still troubled in thought about Manic and Sonic.

She traced upon the old park grounds and equipment, leaving a pattern of footprints behind. Brushing off snow on one of the stairs, she promptly sat down on it.

Taking in deep breaths... in... and out.

A few minutes had passed already.
Her ears perked up in alarm. The distant and slow sound of snow being stepped on, getting closer and closer. Amy reached into her pocket and held out the knife beside her thigh.
I knew this might happen, just- please be a jogger and go away!
Quietly the pink girl screamed in her own head.

She listened to what sounded like a heavy mass leaning over on some metal bars beside her.

Silence rang for what felt like an endless timeloop.

"Beautiful... isn't it?" A deep, yet different voice, with a tint of an accent, commented.

Amy slowly gazed upon a man, who seemed to be a jackal for his slim body but his face... it was not identifiable. Only a mask truly hid himself from her.

She didn't know what to say and didn't want to be rude or do anything rash.
"Uhm.. yeah... I love the stars from here..."

Soft chuckling can be heard from inside his mask. "Oh silly dear, you don't understand do you?"

Amy furrowed her eyebrows. "Uh- no?" She almost snarled, showing that she wants the conversation to end and be done with.

"This rusty, old park is being torn down.. and I can't wait for its final destruction." Hushing deviously said the man.