3rd POV
Amy wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting from this 'bash'. She hadn't talked to Cream in ages and the last time Amy talked to Sonic, he lashed out at her. This wasn't for them though. Going was for her friends. And maybe, slightly, for her curiosity.
She didn't know what dress attire would be appropriate, but she couldn't turn back now. She was simply wearing a red dress. How nostalgic.
Her and Shadow appear in front of a large span of land; Amy spotting the Master Emerald in the distance. They were on Angel Island? Makes sense, she thinks to herself. Always has been quite the sight.
"Please stay with me tonight," Shadow mutters, "to be safe."
Looking over at the hedgehog, Amy's eyes widen as she watches him take of his vest. He never takes off his vests. Not that mobians are required to wear clothes, but over the years of inhabiting Earth, some mobians chose to wear them. It was a culture thing. Sudden questions start to flood Amy's mind: Why does he wear them? What's their significance? Dose he have any other clothes?
She swallows, "Uh- Why-" Just ask, what the hell, where are your words, "Why are you taking your vest off?" Mentally sighing, Amy composes herself once again.
"I don't need it." Shadow says matter-of-factly. He says nothing more, which unfortunately leaves Amy to ask another question.
"You don't have to answer, but why do you wear the vests in the first place?" She continues walking the him, an average crowd of mobians entering their sight over the hill. They were by the lake the island offered, and Amy was glad they chose that area; it was beautifully calm.
Shadow drops his shirt on the grass and shrugs, "Dr. Robotnik had me wear them for display. They're all in his house, too, so I just wear them. Make use of them." He doesn't look at Amy, even though he wants to. He's curious to how she'll react, but her next words answer his thoughts.
"Wait, your house is the Dr. Robotnik's?" Amy slightly gasps, "I didn't even consider that."
"Not many people do. Rouge didn't believe I lived in a mansion, so I told her i was just saying in his house." They grow silent. Amy was surprised. She was realizing she didn't know as much about Shadow as she'd like. She'd have to fix that or else it'd wrack her brain until she did.
The two mobians finally arrive to the crowd. Amy slightly panics, she wasn't thinking before about what would happen once they got there. She wraps her arms around one of Shadow's. There's a sudden stiffness, but Shadow calmly bends his arm to where it's more natural looking and not like a certain pink hedgehog is nervous.
Knuckles spots the two from the corner of his eye, and smiles. Shadow brought Amy, just like he'd hoped. Their gang wasn't the same without her, and even though most of them (meaning Sonic, Tails, and Cream) wouldn't admit it, they missed Amy also. Knuckles makes his way to them, his smile growing bigger by the second.
Releasing their grip, Amy steps forward and engulfs the echidna in a hug. He laughs, "I'm so glad to see you! It's been way to long."
"I feel the same." Amy chokes, unknown feelings settling in her stomach. It had been too long since she's seen him.
"Hey Shadow, thanks for bringing her." Knuckles waves, and Shadow nods.
"Why not." He says, his lips curving ever so slightly into a smile. He has a nice smile, Amy thinks. Even if it was only half a smile, he looked good wearing it in the brief seconds he did.
Knuckles gestures they follow him, so the two comply. They walk around groups of mobians, even a few Amy recognizes. "Alright, so in a few minutes there's going to be food and then we're going to crank the music and enjoy ourselves." Knuckles says. Amy finds herself gasping, spotting Rouge across the field talking to a certain wolf. She was not going to let her friend pass up a moment like this. Not when the damn echidna was two feet away.
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(Shadamy) Ebony Rose
RomansaAmy has been in love with certain blue hedgehog since she was 12, and when he finally grows the courage to tell her how he really feels, Amy is left re-thinking her whole purpose of life. She often finds herself asking "Was it my personality? Was it...