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The air was warm, the sun was shining, and every person in Mobius was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy Mobians filled the streets. All the people seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Silver the Hedgehog; his place was in the sky. He tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The white telekinetic swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as he could. Seconds before hitting the ground, his telekinesis kicked in and he pulled up back into the clear blue. Silver felt alive.
Suddenly, Silver remembered that he had somewhere to be; he was supposed to meet with Amy Rose in five minutes. Silver had gotten so caught up in his exercises that he’d nearly forgotten that Amy had asked to meet him at Speed Highway at three. Amy hadn’t said why or what they'd be doing, but Silver knew that with Amy, it could be anything. Silver wasn't sure if he really wanted to go, though. He was so engaged with his stunts that he thought about blowing Amy off to continue flying. But Silver's conscience got the better of him. He knew that it would hurt Amy's feelings; after all, Amy had said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. Silver considered it and thought
When Silver walked into the store, he was immediately greeted by his host, who was bouncing in excitement.
Amy giggled and responded in a gleefully reassuring tone,
Silver gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. He had always appreciated Amy Rose’s friendly, outgoing way of life, but Amy’s overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped him out. Silver maintained a polite expression, however. If Amy was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good.
Silver psyched himself up.
Silver thought for about it for a second.
Silver was puzzled.
Silver shrugged and popped the pastry in his mouth. He chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
Puzzled, Silver opened his mouth but felt instantly light-headed. A wave of dizziness washed over him, the world spun, and seconds later he collapsed to the floor.
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When Silver regained consciousness, he found himself in a dark room. He tried to shake his head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in place. He struggled to move, but braces around his chest and limbs glued him to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread his legs wide apart. Silver’s spikes were the only part of him not tied down, and his eyes darted around frantically while he struggled to escape. As he writhed, Amy jumped suddenly into his line of sight.
Amy giggled and responded
Silver’s eyes widened, and his face contorted in fear. Then he started to laugh and said, in a voice bordering on hysteria,
Amy only giggled even more.
Silver was struggling again.
Silver was now in full panic mode. He was starting to hyperventilate. His mind raced as he tried to reason with the pink hedgehog.
Silver’s attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling his nose. He gaped at Amy Rose, who was standing right in front of him. The obsessive hedgehog was wearing a dress quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with characteristics, including a dark red stripe on a black strip of flesh.(Shadow’s ankle) On her back waved six hands, all of different gloves, including one with a fluffy end.(Blaze’s hand) As the pink hedgehog skipped in excitement, her necklace of severed & hardened fingers clacked together loudly.
Desperately, Silver pleaded with the smiling hedgehog before him.
Silver was tearing up. How could this be happening?
Seemingly out of nowhere, Amy produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about hedgehog sized, but it had two very defining features: sharp teeth and sunglasses.
Silver gasped in shock.
Silver didn’t have anything to say. He just sobbed and writhed in his tight bonds.
Putting down Scourge’s skull, the pink hedgehog gripped a scalpel in her hand and walked over to Silver’s right leg. Without any flair, Amy placed the blade an inch above Silver’s posterior and began a circular cut around it. Silver shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces held him still. Finishing the incision, Amy grabbed a curved skinning knife from the tray. Screwing up her face in concentration, she worked it under Silver’s skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Silver ground his teeth as he tearfully watched his flesh peel off. Amy then moved to the other side and repeated the process on Silver’s left leg. Once she had finished, Amy held up both flaps of skin in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Silver just whimpered. His thighs burned like nothing he had felt before.
Placing the ragged patches of skin down, Amy selected a large butcher knife and walked behind the white telekinetic.
Amy took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again. Blood sprayed into the air, but Amy realized she wasn’t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.
Amy placed the tool over the mangled flesh of the last attempt. Standing on her tip-toes, she worked the saw back and forth. It sliced effortlessly through the bone and skin. The feeling of the jagged teeth grinding into him made Silver want to vomit. He watched numbly as his spike flew over his head and landed with a fluff on the table. Amy moved to the next spike and started sawing. Silver didn’t struggle this time; he’d given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abruptly, the sawing paused. Amy was only half way done, the spike hanging off by a sliver.
Suddenly, Amy yanked the spike as hard as she could. The bone snapped but the white hedgehog’s skin held, then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down Silver’s back to his rump. His body seized at the unexpected trauma. As his pelvis tensed up, Silver felt a warm release between his legs, and his loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch his breath, he blacked out.
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Silver awoke with a gasp. The stench of his urine filled his mucus caked nostrils. As his vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty Amy Rose removing a large adrenaline needle from his chest. Stomping her feet, the frustrated Amy lashed out at her helpless victim.
As Amy stopped to catch her breath, Silver blinked and sobbed softly. His back was in agony, his sides were on fire, and there was an intense pain in one of his legs. As he blinked again, he saw Amy pop something red into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing Silver’s stare, Amy quickly gulped the morsel down.
Without waiting for a response, Amy shoved the strip of meat into the revolted telekinetic hedgehog’s mouth. Silver gagged, and immediately spit it out. Amy frowned, and picked up the chunk of flesh.
Swallowing, Amy turned her attention to a small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenalin filled his veins, Silver began to panic again. Picking up the can, Amy walked over to Silver’s left. Holding some tongs with her mouth, Amy carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her victim’s front left leg and foot. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.
The hammer came down and the nail punctured Silver’s skin. The white hot burning was too much. Silver screamed as he pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing his raw skin to rub and tear. Amy tried to line up another nail, but couldn’t find her aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Amy brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, Silver burst out crying and begging.
Amy rolled her eyes. Putting down the hammer and tongs, she walked back in front of her friend and stared pensively at the broken hedgehog. Scourge didn’t even cry this much when he had a live Chao stuffed down his throat. Amy thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.
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After about five minutes, Amy shut off the power. Wisps of steam rose from the singed fur around Silver’s feet, and the area reeked of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. Amy rotated Silver upright again and tried snap the drooling, delirious hedgehog back to attention.
Silver focused blearily on the needle, which Amy took as a question as to what it was.
Silver started to cry again.
Silver hung his head and cried.
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Minutes passed as the drug took effect. Eventually, Silver was completely numb from his chest to his posterior. At this point, Amy approached with a scalpel. Glancing at Silver and smiling, Amy made a long horizontal cut across the telekinetic hedgehog’s pelvis, just above his crotch. Moving up Silver’s body, Amy made a similar incision under his ribs. Finally, Amy made a long vertical cut down Silver’s stomach, connecting the first two.
With a moist, gooey sound, the flaps of skin opened. The sight of his own organs and the lack of feeling caused Silver’s breathing to intensify. Amy carefully sliced open Silver’s abdominal sac and grabbed his large intestines. As she separated the organ from the rest of the digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Amy grew jovial. Laughing as she gutted her friend, Amy began to make jokes. Silver, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss, tried desperately to shut out the macabre comedy act.
Reaching back inside, she sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowels. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Amy filed the slimy organ through her teeth and dragged it back and forth.
Silver was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing him to fade. Disappointed, Amy dived back into the white hedgehog’s guts, ramping up her routine.
Amy placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer.
Silver didn’t hear her tormentor. He had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Amy, not yet satisfied, hit Silver with another adrenaline shot. Silver woke up for the last time, her heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the wound in his chest in great spurts. It wouldn’t be long now.
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Amy brought Silver around onto his back again and straddled the white hedgehog’s chest, scalpel at the ready.
The blade sunk into the white throat and worked its way up to Silver’s chin. Coming back down, Amy’s scalpel then circled Silver’s neck. The last thing Silver felt was his skin being cut away from his skull, and the metal of the blade scraping his teeth.
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But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. Silver had only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as Amy had wanted. She looked back at the cadaver hanging in the center of the room, the last of her friend’s fluids draining into a pan. Yup, no more Silver.
As she looked, Amy cocked her head. She began to take notice of the fact that there really wasn’t much damage to the corpse.
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