A sonamy story part 1

A sonamy story part 1

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It was past nine in the evening. Amy was at home reading in her bed thinking about Sonic as usual. Her fondest memory was when Sonic and his metal counterpart had a race where she was the prize. Yet there were times when she began to doubt if Sonic saw her as anything anymore than a close friend and not her girlfriend. Of course she would repress these memories. The minute the clock struck ten she heard an earth shattering explosion from outside. She leaped out of bed and looked out the window to see one of Eggman's now destroyed giant robots. To her shock right by the fence to her house was her hero Sonic himself. "Sonic?!", she called to him but he didn't respond. Fearing he was hurt, she got into her red dress and ran outside. Sonic was knocked out and heavily bruised so she decided to bring him in. Hoisting him over her shoulder, she took him inside and rested him on her bed and taking his shoes off. She then saw her favorite picture of Sonic on her desk and hid it in the drawer. A
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(Might Contain Strong Language) (Y/n), a young teenager living her normal human life. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Everyday was the same. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Over and over again. They were tired of being a small speck in this gigantic world, floating around, waiting for something to happen, to feel anything but... Nothing. One day, while (Y/n) was sitting in class, drawing circles on her scars with a sharpie, a large earthquake hit the small city (Y/n) lived in. All the students were panicking, teachers trying to get them undercover. (Y/N) quickly tucked under her desk, not sure what else to do. Little did she know it wasn't an earthquake. It was a villan from a different world. What will happen when (Y/n) is taken from her home, used as an experiment by this villain? What will happen when her hero turns out to not be the hero she expected? *This story was written by an awkward/weird 15 year old. Please keep that in mind as you read*

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