Were-Nights

Special Story

Were-Nights

Special Story!

By: Cutegirlmayra ( I just really love professor pickle! XD He's like, totally awesome! The way he talks and does things, I just.. I love him okay?)

Amy sat at a desk by the professor's study, looking out the window and dreaming of Sonic and her on their future date.

The way he would hold her hand...

The way he would hold up the chilidog for her to eat it...

The way he would shy away when he really wanted to kiss her...

So then she would have to take the reins and do it herself and kiss him first...

And how he would get on one knee...

Professor Pickle, holding a newspaper in his hand, suddenly walked by Amy. Stopping directly next to her, he perceived a rather vacant expression upon her face as she stared aimlessly out the window. He rolled up his newspaper, waving it up and down over her face to try and get a response at first. When he withdrew it, she blinked her left eye and then her right eye, before sighing and shifting her weight from one arm that was holding her head up on the left, to the right.

"....Hmm." Professor Pickle looked to his newspaper, then looking up to study her for a moment, before nodding, and holding his newspaper like a baseball bat.

WHACK!

"OW! HEY!"

"I feared you were in an unconscious delusion of grandeur, my dear. I was simply using the only tactical formality that allowed your brain to register its absence from reality and shock itself right back into its proper placement of focus and mental processing ability. You're quite welcome." He leaned forward to explain himself, having his newspaper behind him along with his hands as he explained his actions as if they were noble, fair, and just; before starting to walk off again.

Amy rubbed her head, grimacing at his actions. "I WAS DAYDREAMING! You don't just hit someone out of the blue like that..." she calmed down and placed both hands over her head, gently touching the top of her head, "Ow!" she squeaked out. "I think you left a bump.." she started to chibi tear up.

"Oh? Isn't that what I said?" The professor placed his newspaper down on his table, and opened a cabinet. "Perhaps picturing a romantic future with that Sonic of yours, yes? The one who holds your most, dearest, possession." He took out a jar of cucumbers and set it on the table.

"D-dearest possession?" Amy turned around in her seat.

"Why yes. The very epicenter of your being, the home of all your emotional wonder and grim. Yes, the very thing that all desire the most in this world." He then opened another cabinet, pulling out some bread as well as other ingredients.

"..." Amy blinked her eyes, not sure what he was exactly describing.

Professor Pickle stopped himself, looking at Amy. You could tell he was surprised she didn't understand by his eyebrows moving upwards and tilting at an angle, showing his concern for her mental 'know-how' and problem solving skills. "Well, it isn't exactly a riddle, my dear girl." He humorously scoffed out, but he didn't mean to be rude, he just...

Was.

To her, anyway...

"Well, I'm no professor..." she mumbled, lowering her head to the back of the seat, keeping her fingers on the edge of the regal chair and looking ashamed at not being smart enough to get it.

The professor sighed, placing the bread and other articles down while closing the cabinets. "The heart, Miss Rose, the heart. Dear girl, you must practice using your cerebrum much more often. Can't have it wonder off while your daydreaming, now, can we? Hmmho! That's why I much prefer, at least when you're with me, to be in the present time of realities continuum." He set the table, and went to make tea. "Herbal? Do you mind?" he pointed to some tea brand.