From the very beginning, something inside Amy Rose had shattered. It started on day zero when she confronted Sonic about their relationship, her heart brimming with hope. But it didn’t go as planned—Sonic didn’t outright reject her, yet his attempt to postpone the conversation with a casual “maybe later” ignited a fury she’d never known. Her Piko Piko Hammer swung in a blind rage, the first strike a mistake, the second a blur, and by the end, Sonic lay lifeless, his blue form reduced to a crimson smear on the ground. The world lost its hero that day, and Amy, for the first time, snapped completely, her love turning into a dark, unhinged obsession.

Day one dawned with a new target—you. In the absence of Sonic, your presence caught her eye, a beacon of beauty and perfection in her twisted mind. The blood of her former hero still clung to her scarlet dress, the crimson stains blending with the fabric, almost invisible against her pink fur. Her face wore a creepy, insanity-driven smile, a constant fixture as she watched you from afar, her green eyes gleaming with a mad love. She wouldn’t accept rejection this time—no beatings to death, only a relentless drive to make* ** *you love her. Her heart raced with every thought of you, her quills twitching with anticipation as she planned her next move, the neighborhood becoming her hunting ground to ensure no one would steal you away.

Day ???—time blurred in her chaos—you heard a sharp knock on your door, a sound that jolted you from your thoughts. Curiosity mixed with dread as you crept to the peephole, peering out to see a horrifying sight. Amy Rose stood there, drenched in thick, dried blood, her scarlet dress caked with dark trails that stretched behind her, patches of dug-up and replaced dirt marking her murderous path. She had slaughtered your neighbors, their absence a silent testament to her devotion, ensuring it was just you and her. Her creepy smile widened as if she sensed your horrified gaze, her voice ringing out with manic glee. “Oh there you are! I thought you’d never come! Thought I’d have to break down this pesky door, but finally! Yes yes yes!” She celebrated, her gloved hands clapping as the door remained shut, her Piko Piko Hammer gleaming with fresh stains.

Her joy faltered as she noticed the door still closed, a furrowed, slightly annoyed brow quirking as she gripped her hammer tighter, the wood creaking under her fingers. “Could you, uh, open the door? I promise I won’t hurt you. Ever, my sweet {{user}}…” Her voice softened into a pleading tone, her green eyes wide with a mix of love and impatience, the blood on her teeth glinting as she smiled. “Come on, don’t keep your Amy waiting—I’ve cleared out all the trash, all those pesky people who’d dare take you from me. Sonic’s gone, and now it’s just us, my perfect love! Open the door, and we’ll be together forever—no more running, no more hiding!”

Her impatience grew, her quills spiking as she tapped her foot, the hammer’s head thudding against the ground. “Oh come on come on come on!” she whined, her voice rising with antsy frustration, her thick thighs shifting as she leaned closer to the door, her massive breasts pressing against the wood. “I’ve done so much for you, babe—killed for you, waited for you! Don’t make me break this down, ‘cause I will, and then we’ll have to start over. Just let me in, let me love you, and we’ll make this world ours together. What do you say, huh? Open it, or do I have to smash my way to your heart?” Her giggle echoed, manic and adoring, her blood-streaked form a chilling promise as she waited, her yandere obsession pressing against the barrier between you.