The New Wave Ultimate Lifeform

Chapter Five - The Foreseen Prophecy

TW: Invasive Medical Practices

Amy woke up with a slight headache, all caused from one too many wine glasses from the night before.

Curse Rouge and her skilled persuasion of getting people drunk.

With sleep filled eyes, Amy peaks up to the clock on her bedroom wall. The time reads '9:30am.'

Far too late in the morning to go back to sleep now.

Slowly rising into a sitting position, Amy stretches her body out over her soft cotton bedsheets and blankets. Despite the temperature gauge next to her reading 20 degrees Celsius, she still felt cold from the pinch of stagnant air in her bedroom.

Suddenly the feeling of dehydration kicks in, which she strums up to the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. Darting her eyes to her bedside table, she's greeted by a beautiful sight.

"Oh thank god." Amy whispers to herself, reaching for her pink hydro flask water bottle. Flinging off the lid, she tilts her head back and quickly downs as much water as she can, emptying the bottle.

Satisfied with her quenched thirst, she places her water bottle back on her nightstand and swings her legs to the side of her bed.

Before rising up for the day, Amy observes herself in the full length mirror mounted to the wall in front of her. Still wearing her outfit from yesterday, her brand new white sundress was now stained with Merlot, covering the chest area. Her white pumps that messily lie on the floor beside her feet, have also unfortunately shared the same fate as her dress. She squints at the dreaded stain on her clothing in deep thought, trying to remember how it even got there.

It was then that the memory of Rouge dancing on top of her coffee table with a glass of wine, reemerged into Amy's brain. The woman, too drunk to care, only laughed hysterically when she slipped off the table, spilling her entire wine glass onto Amy.

Amy, too, remembered herself crawling into a fetal position, crying from laughter at the situation. The remaining sober bridesmaids, Cream and Blaze, had to grab Amy by both her arms to lift her back up onto her feet. Luckily Amy's own glass was being clenched tightly into her grip, despite her drunken state.

It was all hilarious in the moment.

But now, as she stared at her ruined dress, she could only hope that with enough bleach, the merlot could be removed from the custom clothing.

Honey would be pissed otherwise..

Amy sighed, running her fingers through her quills, she combed back any loose pieces that had come undone while she was sleeping. As she observed her hair in the mirror, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief that she didn't have to spend an hour separating them like she used to.

As much as she (and the rest of the world) seemed to miss her long, perfectly straight cut quills, it was mornings like this that she was glad she had returned them back to their natural appearance.

It was then that the thought of Sonic crossed her mind. It didn't take her long most mornings, to be reminded of his existence. When she first called it off with the hedgehog, it used to hit her the second she opened her eyes.

The memory of Sonic telling her that she should just wear her quills naturally replayed in her brain. How he watched her frustratingly cry one morning after her hair hadn't gone the way she wanted. Pent up with the emotions of her demanding modeling career, something as simple as her hair not wanting to stay completely flat, was enough to send her overboard.

Sonic, who still remained lying in bed next to her, stretched out his arm, placing his bare hand onto Amy's lap. He gave her thigh a comforting squeeze, catching her attention from the mirror in front of her. He reassured her that she didn't need to wear her quills styled. That she shouldn't feel such a high pressure to wear them in such a way, simply due to societal norms. That she should wear how she wants, no one else.