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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO THIS ONE https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49340067/*
Told you all there would be more.
Amy Rose is a character that I did not like much in the past. I found her repetitive, acting like a monomaniac and just plain not fun...but the IDW version feels like the best one by a mile. She's written as a character, with hobbies, actual skills and a life away from Sonic...even though her love for him is still intact. It makes her more interesting and endearing to me. So this version? Inspired by that one.
The artist for this one is the same as the Vanilla picture, Xy-Merfox. Our collaboration continues as I asked which one they'd like to do next and the answer was Amy Rose. With a small story in mind, set in the same variant universe though somewhat unrelated to the Vanilla story, there shall be some similarities that you'll have to read to find out. If you like their work, be it the excellent bedlah design for Amy, the hand-drawn feeling or just the general composition, I'd urge you all to check out their page right here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xy-merfox/
And if you like my own work, you can support me and even participate in pretty cool stuff like monthly stories and CYOA chapters on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just how come Amy is like this? Read on and find out!
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GENIE ROSE IS HERE
Amy was stretched far too thin.
Becoming the leader of the Resistance, now named the Restoration, instead of Knuckles had not been a walk in the park but she thought she had proved herself pretty capable, all things considered. The war on Angel Island against Metal Sonic, the whole Metal Virus debacle had proved that she could handle things in a crisis and people did trust her after all of this. It had been a boon to her ego and her own self-confidence, being rejected by Sonic perhaps a little too often in the past, yet doing all of this kept her occupied and did her give her a larger, more important reason to live than her infatuation with the blue blur himself. Things ought to have been good, to be moving smoothly after the defeat of Dr. Starline and the whole debacle against Eggman...yet they weren't.
Either it was a failsafe, a plan from Metal Sonic or another force like the Zeti being behind all of this, yet egg carriers and other badniks were mobilizing left and right, going on to crush everything in their path as if they were going on a frenzy, on a rampage. Scorched earth policy, it seemed, destroying and rupturing villages, fields and whatever was left behind as innocent civilians were fleeing for their lives. Blaze, Tangle, Whisper, Sonic, Tails and all of the core members of the Restoration were sent everywhere, their front far from unified and all the key players away from one another...which meant that Amy was alone against one Egg Carrier, one unleashing a cavalcade of old E-100 units. If it had been confronted against all the members of the Restoration, like Rouge, Big, Gemerl or Silver, those things would never had a chance and yet Amy was all alone there. She was strong, capable, decided to fight until the end...but she was far from invincible. It was a war of attrition, divide and conquer being the approach here as she swung her Piko Hammer left and right, crushing badniks with the usual efficiency she could display was certainly there to behold...yet for one that she crushed, three more went on to appear as if there was a factory built-in that aircraft.
Others were trying to fight with her, to not be dead weight to those who'd risk their lives for them, yet they were poorly trained despite their enthusiasm. Those wounded piled up, causing Amy to try and double her efforts, leading to exhaustion and even bouts of dizziness as this assault was relentless. She tried so hard to protect everyone, to be worthy of their trust in her, to show them all what she was capable of...yet eventually her breath went on to grow restless, her chest burning, her arms sore and then she got hit by one of those older models, a swing that projected her a few meters away, tumbling against the ground in a fashion that looked very badly for the leader that she was supposed to be. Panic instilled, houses being torn apart, flames going on to arise everywhere as if this was a sore loser's approach to warfare: total annihilation no matter if it was also detrimental to Eggman's own plans. Amy was dazed, groggy, disoriented as she tried to lift her hammer once more and yet she only stumbled forward.
She felt useless now, all of her efforts in vain as she wondered if this is what was happening to others as well all over Mobius. Sonic and a few others were capable enough...but what about all the civilians who only wished to live in peace after such harsh trials? She could not fail them, yet how could she achieve victory in such a state? She felt sore all over, thinking she might have broken something as she used her hammer as a makeshift cane, no matter how it looked to others. Bruises, a damaged ego yet nothing that wouldn't heal as she tried to swing her hammer toward one more badnik, managing to crush it and yet it took way too much effort, her breath short and her own head throbbing now. She needed rest, healing, a doctor's attention and yet there was no time. She needed to fight for those who couldn't...yet how?
As she tried to get up once again, her vision blurry and a sense of dread building in within her own psyche, Amy seemed to notice one element in the periphery of her vision that was much clearer than the rest: a lamp. An ornate thing, looking splendid with its golden hues and its particular sheen made it seem out-of-place, as if it didn't belong. She had seen the border of that window prior when she organized defenses, remembering the tulips there and now they were razed, blown by the wind and yet instead there stood an object that seemed untouched, unfazed by the burning, the wrecking and everything. It was as if it stared at her, judging and weighing her with unseen eyes, gazing at her own spirit with senses stretched and wrapped around her. She feel it in her bones, no matter how rattled they were as she tried to stand up one more time. Perhaps she was going crazy, maybe she was on the verge of death yet as she stood on her own two feet, unaided and with her hammer leaning against her shoulder, she glanced at this lamp to prove that she could still fight, that there was more life in her.
And that action alone would save everyone on this day.
Amy was right in that the lamp had not been there prior, her observation skills proving precise. It was an immigrant from a land of stories and dunes, of fictions told to grant lessons and wisdom. It wanted to be whole, to find someone worthy and in this warrior, in this leader it saw a most valorous individual. It respected warriors, but also those of a heroic tangent as the lamp went on to glow, decided to not let this fierce and proud spirit simmer down into oblivion. Thus it extended its reach, used all of its tools in order for the two of them to be whole and become much more as the pink hedgehog went on to get wrapped up in a spell unleashed...and Amy went on to look at the lamp once again as if by pure instinct.
That idea that she once had about the lamp staring at her only got more intense as the golden hue it showcased began to glow, to pulsate brightly even and the hurt on her body seemed to dissipate the further along she watched it. Like a brilliant lure, it toned down the intensity of her pain but also the noise and chaos around them. Unbeknownst to her, everything slowed down to a crawl as the lamp became an object of complete fascination, an anomaly that was not threatening, but rather promising. It asked for her to come closer, politely yet not without authority or charisma. It was a sensation, a gut feeling more than a certainty, yet it was enticing nevertheless as she took one step toward it and the lamp pulsated not just with beautiful brightness, but encouragement. This was what she was supposed to do. She could save everyone, be more valorous and be the heroine she already was...but improved, her soul and abilities on the same wavelength finally.
She took one more step, this time any soreness gone as her hesitation vanished as if removing layers of clothes that were clingy, too warm, disruptive to something far more jovial and promising. A refreshing breeze upon her battered spirit as she took another step and this time she could not help but dance to a music that was soothing, low string instruments and feeble cymbals, yet also accompanied by drums that seemed to invite her to battle, yet on her terms. She swung her hammer, made it twirl as she bent her back forward and then lifted both of her arms above her hand while standing upright and proud, using the momentum and weight of her weapon to essentially sway her hips further than she ever could. She felt flexible, downright malleable even as a perfume of rose petals and of cinnamon went on to beckon at her, like an invisible finger turning into an open hand for something grand. It pulsated still as tendrils of smoke erupted from the lamp and then went on to help her with her pose, her stance as if to teach her the moves, the way she could perform with both grace and strength, confidence and even a touch of sensuality. She welcomed it, as if it was an intimate and precious friend as her own mind was freed from stress, pressure and despair. There was hope in this and it did not feel weightless or delusional, but rather earned and ready to be shown, to be unleashed.
She came even closer, twirling as she shook her shoulders to a rhythm suggested to her by the drums and without being aware of it her own eyes were filled with red and white spirals. A trance, one meant to comfort and to soothe, was there as the perfume was within her nostrils, her mouth, a tender embrace and one that was full of promise. She inhaled, swallowed and a fire was within her own core, inside her bosom and pumping to her heart as eventually she turned to smoke and was sucked within the lamp. She had been lured there, seduced by its call and yet there was no empty promise here, for the lamp respected the one that was called Amy Rose, a vigorous woman in need of help to make things better, a benevolent soul with the power to change things now. Within the receptacle, she was made to change, pumped full of might and arcana, of cosmic energy and purpose that was suited not only to the lamp's intent, but her own as well. Thus was Amy transformed...
And then unleashed anew as a genie, as a protector.
Red and white smoke were unleashed in a torrent, the first act of the lamp so as to test out its new genie as Amy was connected to this magical item, bound to its will yet somewhat still herself. A tail of white, a hip scarf wrapped around her own hips and twisted below her midsection to act as a pelvic curtain, red in color. She had a red top with strings of life-saving rings adorning it, tapping and jingling against her exposed midriff, a vest with long sleeves though cut above her midriff and open to showcase her proud and beautiful body. A bedlah and a warrior's attire all at once, her eyes spiraling yet her expression calm and serene. There could be found a new genie, a creature of myth and legend with the power accorded to them as Amy knew how to best solve this issue...and thus she began to dance.
The first thing she did was circle her hips, doing so slowly as she placed the fingers of each hand together and then clapped her hands together gently, palms clasped as she looked to the sky and thus did the sky darken considerably and suddenly. Her hip circles went on to grow tighter and tighter until they turned into waist gyration, umis as the lamp called them...which meant water in another language. It was something that would summon the precious life-giving liquid, gathering it until it would fall down as the flames went on to vanish into vapor due to torrential outpour. It seemed as if the situation got far worse from an external point of view, yet it was far from the case as within the mist and the steam that arose did Amy went on to construct something far more efficient than ever before. She went on to drop her hips, making them rise on one side before descending them as if thunder struck the earth, like a blacksmith's tool upon an anvil. This caused for a massive cloud to arise, elements coalescing as badniks came toward this dancing and strangely-dressed hedgehog, this one with no legs but only a tail of unknown origin. Yet as they came near, the drops summoned lighting which struck them down one by one, as if commanded by that dance. All the while, the cloud grew thicker, larger, more imposing until it almost seemed to dwarf the Egg Carrier instead. Then Amy went on to flutter her belly, sucking it in and pushing it out in a quick fashion as her own hands went on to slowly rise while she twirled her wrists together continuously, invoking power that was new to her yet weirdly familiar as she then snapped her fingers...and a gigantic hammer was summoned from the vapors hailing from the ashes below.
The rain stopped right there, making this colossal weapon visible to everyone as by now it seemed ridiculous, an absurd sight and yet none could actually avert their eyes from it. A perfect replica of the Piko Hammer, only a hundred time larger as eventually Amy concentrated...and then shimmied her hips. Lifting them up and down in fast succession, an unending barrage of hip bumps and sways done vertically as each one went on to pump the hammer, to crank it until it began to bash on the airship which had given her so much trouble...and the tide turned considerably in her favor. The hull, the cannons, everything was shattered into smithereens, shards flying away and yet reduced to dust due to the impact and the force on display. A bonafide miracle, a force unleashed and made manifest as none could ignore what was happening. Despair turned into stupor, then into hope as eventually the Egg Carrier was propelled far away, falling into the ocean as the village, what remained of it, was saved...and all came to see their savior as the dancing Amy rose went on to slow down her hips to bumps and then to sway, her arms descending and her eyes closing until they opened back again...and the sight of people being safe granted her relief and contentment as she had done her work. Finding this lamp had turned her into something more, a protector that would be wielded by the Restoration...yet unbeknownst to her she wasn't the sole being who had been turned into a djinn.
Nor would she be the last.
Told you all there would be more.
Amy Rose is a character that I did not like much in the past. I found her repetitive, acting like a monomaniac and just plain not fun...but the IDW version feels like the best one by a mile. She's written as a character, with hobbies, actual skills and a life away from Sonic...even though her love for him is still intact. It makes her more interesting and endearing to me. So this version? Inspired by that one.
The artist for this one is the same as the Vanilla picture, Xy-Merfox. Our collaboration continues as I asked which one they'd like to do next and the answer was Amy Rose. With a small story in mind, set in the same variant universe though somewhat unrelated to the Vanilla story, there shall be some similarities that you'll have to read to find out. If you like their work, be it the excellent bedlah design for Amy, the hand-drawn feeling or just the general composition, I'd urge you all to check out their page right here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xy-merfox/
And if you like my own work, you can support me and even participate in pretty cool stuff like monthly stories and CYOA chapters on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now just how come Amy is like this? Read on and find out!
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GENIE ROSE IS HERE
Amy was stretched far too thin.
Becoming the leader of the Resistance, now named the Restoration, instead of Knuckles had not been a walk in the park but she thought she had proved herself pretty capable, all things considered. The war on Angel Island against Metal Sonic, the whole Metal Virus debacle had proved that she could handle things in a crisis and people did trust her after all of this. It had been a boon to her ego and her own self-confidence, being rejected by Sonic perhaps a little too often in the past, yet doing all of this kept her occupied and did her give her a larger, more important reason to live than her infatuation with the blue blur himself. Things ought to have been good, to be moving smoothly after the defeat of Dr. Starline and the whole debacle against Eggman...yet they weren't.
Either it was a failsafe, a plan from Metal Sonic or another force like the Zeti being behind all of this, yet egg carriers and other badniks were mobilizing left and right, going on to crush everything in their path as if they were going on a frenzy, on a rampage. Scorched earth policy, it seemed, destroying and rupturing villages, fields and whatever was left behind as innocent civilians were fleeing for their lives. Blaze, Tangle, Whisper, Sonic, Tails and all of the core members of the Restoration were sent everywhere, their front far from unified and all the key players away from one another...which meant that Amy was alone against one Egg Carrier, one unleashing a cavalcade of old E-100 units. If it had been confronted against all the members of the Restoration, like Rouge, Big, Gemerl or Silver, those things would never had a chance and yet Amy was all alone there. She was strong, capable, decided to fight until the end...but she was far from invincible. It was a war of attrition, divide and conquer being the approach here as she swung her Piko Hammer left and right, crushing badniks with the usual efficiency she could display was certainly there to behold...yet for one that she crushed, three more went on to appear as if there was a factory built-in that aircraft.
Others were trying to fight with her, to not be dead weight to those who'd risk their lives for them, yet they were poorly trained despite their enthusiasm. Those wounded piled up, causing Amy to try and double her efforts, leading to exhaustion and even bouts of dizziness as this assault was relentless. She tried so hard to protect everyone, to be worthy of their trust in her, to show them all what she was capable of...yet eventually her breath went on to grow restless, her chest burning, her arms sore and then she got hit by one of those older models, a swing that projected her a few meters away, tumbling against the ground in a fashion that looked very badly for the leader that she was supposed to be. Panic instilled, houses being torn apart, flames going on to arise everywhere as if this was a sore loser's approach to warfare: total annihilation no matter if it was also detrimental to Eggman's own plans. Amy was dazed, groggy, disoriented as she tried to lift her hammer once more and yet she only stumbled forward.
She felt useless now, all of her efforts in vain as she wondered if this is what was happening to others as well all over Mobius. Sonic and a few others were capable enough...but what about all the civilians who only wished to live in peace after such harsh trials? She could not fail them, yet how could she achieve victory in such a state? She felt sore all over, thinking she might have broken something as she used her hammer as a makeshift cane, no matter how it looked to others. Bruises, a damaged ego yet nothing that wouldn't heal as she tried to swing her hammer toward one more badnik, managing to crush it and yet it took way too much effort, her breath short and her own head throbbing now. She needed rest, healing, a doctor's attention and yet there was no time. She needed to fight for those who couldn't...yet how?
As she tried to get up once again, her vision blurry and a sense of dread building in within her own psyche, Amy seemed to notice one element in the periphery of her vision that was much clearer than the rest: a lamp. An ornate thing, looking splendid with its golden hues and its particular sheen made it seem out-of-place, as if it didn't belong. She had seen the border of that window prior when she organized defenses, remembering the tulips there and now they were razed, blown by the wind and yet instead there stood an object that seemed untouched, unfazed by the burning, the wrecking and everything. It was as if it stared at her, judging and weighing her with unseen eyes, gazing at her own spirit with senses stretched and wrapped around her. She feel it in her bones, no matter how rattled they were as she tried to stand up one more time. Perhaps she was going crazy, maybe she was on the verge of death yet as she stood on her own two feet, unaided and with her hammer leaning against her shoulder, she glanced at this lamp to prove that she could still fight, that there was more life in her.
And that action alone would save everyone on this day.
Amy was right in that the lamp had not been there prior, her observation skills proving precise. It was an immigrant from a land of stories and dunes, of fictions told to grant lessons and wisdom. It wanted to be whole, to find someone worthy and in this warrior, in this leader it saw a most valorous individual. It respected warriors, but also those of a heroic tangent as the lamp went on to glow, decided to not let this fierce and proud spirit simmer down into oblivion. Thus it extended its reach, used all of its tools in order for the two of them to be whole and become much more as the pink hedgehog went on to get wrapped up in a spell unleashed...and Amy went on to look at the lamp once again as if by pure instinct.
That idea that she once had about the lamp staring at her only got more intense as the golden hue it showcased began to glow, to pulsate brightly even and the hurt on her body seemed to dissipate the further along she watched it. Like a brilliant lure, it toned down the intensity of her pain but also the noise and chaos around them. Unbeknownst to her, everything slowed down to a crawl as the lamp became an object of complete fascination, an anomaly that was not threatening, but rather promising. It asked for her to come closer, politely yet not without authority or charisma. It was a sensation, a gut feeling more than a certainty, yet it was enticing nevertheless as she took one step toward it and the lamp pulsated not just with beautiful brightness, but encouragement. This was what she was supposed to do. She could save everyone, be more valorous and be the heroine she already was...but improved, her soul and abilities on the same wavelength finally.
She took one more step, this time any soreness gone as her hesitation vanished as if removing layers of clothes that were clingy, too warm, disruptive to something far more jovial and promising. A refreshing breeze upon her battered spirit as she took another step and this time she could not help but dance to a music that was soothing, low string instruments and feeble cymbals, yet also accompanied by drums that seemed to invite her to battle, yet on her terms. She swung her hammer, made it twirl as she bent her back forward and then lifted both of her arms above her hand while standing upright and proud, using the momentum and weight of her weapon to essentially sway her hips further than she ever could. She felt flexible, downright malleable even as a perfume of rose petals and of cinnamon went on to beckon at her, like an invisible finger turning into an open hand for something grand. It pulsated still as tendrils of smoke erupted from the lamp and then went on to help her with her pose, her stance as if to teach her the moves, the way she could perform with both grace and strength, confidence and even a touch of sensuality. She welcomed it, as if it was an intimate and precious friend as her own mind was freed from stress, pressure and despair. There was hope in this and it did not feel weightless or delusional, but rather earned and ready to be shown, to be unleashed.
She came even closer, twirling as she shook her shoulders to a rhythm suggested to her by the drums and without being aware of it her own eyes were filled with red and white spirals. A trance, one meant to comfort and to soothe, was there as the perfume was within her nostrils, her mouth, a tender embrace and one that was full of promise. She inhaled, swallowed and a fire was within her own core, inside her bosom and pumping to her heart as eventually she turned to smoke and was sucked within the lamp. She had been lured there, seduced by its call and yet there was no empty promise here, for the lamp respected the one that was called Amy Rose, a vigorous woman in need of help to make things better, a benevolent soul with the power to change things now. Within the receptacle, she was made to change, pumped full of might and arcana, of cosmic energy and purpose that was suited not only to the lamp's intent, but her own as well. Thus was Amy transformed...
And then unleashed anew as a genie, as a protector.
Red and white smoke were unleashed in a torrent, the first act of the lamp so as to test out its new genie as Amy was connected to this magical item, bound to its will yet somewhat still herself. A tail of white, a hip scarf wrapped around her own hips and twisted below her midsection to act as a pelvic curtain, red in color. She had a red top with strings of life-saving rings adorning it, tapping and jingling against her exposed midriff, a vest with long sleeves though cut above her midriff and open to showcase her proud and beautiful body. A bedlah and a warrior's attire all at once, her eyes spiraling yet her expression calm and serene. There could be found a new genie, a creature of myth and legend with the power accorded to them as Amy knew how to best solve this issue...and thus she began to dance.
The first thing she did was circle her hips, doing so slowly as she placed the fingers of each hand together and then clapped her hands together gently, palms clasped as she looked to the sky and thus did the sky darken considerably and suddenly. Her hip circles went on to grow tighter and tighter until they turned into waist gyration, umis as the lamp called them...which meant water in another language. It was something that would summon the precious life-giving liquid, gathering it until it would fall down as the flames went on to vanish into vapor due to torrential outpour. It seemed as if the situation got far worse from an external point of view, yet it was far from the case as within the mist and the steam that arose did Amy went on to construct something far more efficient than ever before. She went on to drop her hips, making them rise on one side before descending them as if thunder struck the earth, like a blacksmith's tool upon an anvil. This caused for a massive cloud to arise, elements coalescing as badniks came toward this dancing and strangely-dressed hedgehog, this one with no legs but only a tail of unknown origin. Yet as they came near, the drops summoned lighting which struck them down one by one, as if commanded by that dance. All the while, the cloud grew thicker, larger, more imposing until it almost seemed to dwarf the Egg Carrier instead. Then Amy went on to flutter her belly, sucking it in and pushing it out in a quick fashion as her own hands went on to slowly rise while she twirled her wrists together continuously, invoking power that was new to her yet weirdly familiar as she then snapped her fingers...and a gigantic hammer was summoned from the vapors hailing from the ashes below.
The rain stopped right there, making this colossal weapon visible to everyone as by now it seemed ridiculous, an absurd sight and yet none could actually avert their eyes from it. A perfect replica of the Piko Hammer, only a hundred time larger as eventually Amy concentrated...and then shimmied her hips. Lifting them up and down in fast succession, an unending barrage of hip bumps and sways done vertically as each one went on to pump the hammer, to crank it until it began to bash on the airship which had given her so much trouble...and the tide turned considerably in her favor. The hull, the cannons, everything was shattered into smithereens, shards flying away and yet reduced to dust due to the impact and the force on display. A bonafide miracle, a force unleashed and made manifest as none could ignore what was happening. Despair turned into stupor, then into hope as eventually the Egg Carrier was propelled far away, falling into the ocean as the village, what remained of it, was saved...and all came to see their savior as the dancing Amy rose went on to slow down her hips to bumps and then to sway, her arms descending and her eyes closing until they opened back again...and the sight of people being safe granted her relief and contentment as she had done her work. Finding this lamp had turned her into something more, a protector that would be wielded by the Restoration...yet unbeknownst to her she wasn't the sole being who had been turned into a djinn.
Nor would she be the last.
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