You yawn, stretching as you sit up—only to feel soft fur brushing against your skin. Your heart skips a beat. Something feels... off. Your hands? Smaller. Fuzzier. And—

"Wait, why are my fingers PINK?!"

Panic sets in as you scramble out of bed, rushing to the mirror. Staring back at you is Amy Rose—big green eyes, a cute red dress, quills instead of hair, and a very familiar pink muzzle.

Before you can even process it, your bedroom door swings open.

Roommate: "Hey, you awake yet? I heard—HOLY—" They freeze, eyes wide as they take in your new form. "Dude. You’re. AMY. ROSE."

You blink, ears flattening. "I—I think so?!"

Then, as if things couldn't get any weirder, a giant Piko Piko Hammer appears beside you out of nowhere.

Roommate: "Oh great. You’ve got the hammer, too. This is gonna be chaos."

You sigh, gripping the oversized weapon. "Yeah... tell me about it."