Black Misery

In the dead of night

A/N: Slowly but surely ending my inability to name chapters...

I imagine Amy would be a daddy's girl. It just feels right to me. Although when it came to writting the dad, i didn't really think to hard about his character (probably should have) I just went "dad character. go"

Silver explained that the strange hedgehog follows him around all the time when they're in school, and that he didn't know why, but he never did anything weird, and instructed them not to question him, or else he would start following them around too, as had happened with similarly curios, disturbed or aggravated people.

They went back to the book report after that, choosing a relatively unknown book by someone with a weird name, about a girl who escaped a slave caravan, joined a circus and met a goddess.

They ended up splitting the book in two, Amy working on the first half, and Silver on the second –obviously, they both read the whole thing through first– and worked on it over the weekend.

During that time, the black hedgehog, whom Amy had taken to referring to as "The creepy guy", continued to stalk them whenever Silver was around, although he did so less and less as the days progressed.

Amy liked working in the dead of night. To be honest, that's when the creative juices flowed the most. Of course, her parents didn't like to see their daughter stay up late into the night working on homework , Gia forbid. Especially when she only lit a single yellow lamp by her side and left the rest of the room dark. It would ruin her eyes, they said , but it set such a nice atmosphere.

Opening the door, her father walked in, switching the light on.

Amy screeched like a vampire in response, "Ahh! My eyes!"

Chuckling, he turned it back off. Moving a chair to her desk, he sat next to her. "So, what has you working this late to finish?", he asked, looking at the papers scattered before her.

"Eh, book report. It's due tomorrow", she replied, turning back to the aforementioned project.

"Mm", he hummed. "And why are you putting this much effort into this one? You usually only spend a day working on these things".

"Well, it's my first project in this school", she answered readily. She never really put up walls with her dad. "I want to make a good first impression with my teachers", she declared, smile determined. "Plus, I'm working on it with a partner, and I'd hate it if he got bad grades because of me".

"What if the opposite happens? And you get bad grades because of him?", he quirked a grin, showing that he wasn't taking the question too seriously.

"Well then, I'll just have to break his nose", she joked, laughing.

"So how much do you have left?", he asked, turning back to the unfinished report.

"Not much. I'd say it'll take me another hour or so", she replied, after thinking it over for a few seconds.

"You get half", he smiled mischievously, getting up and leaving te room before she could protest.

She smiled after him.

Chapter five...