Sonic Fan Insanity

I'm a huge Sonic the Hedgehog fan. If it has Sonic on it, I buy it. I watch the Anime whenever I can and I draw Sonic related artwork. I'm a huge fan of Sonamy. That's what people on the internet call the relationship between Sonic the Hedgehog and Amy Rose. I love Amy so much. Sonic and her are PERFECT together! But there's this stupid bitch standing in the way of them. Sally Acorn, or should I say, Slutty Shitcorn? I hate her so much! She stole Sonic from Amy! I wish she never existed! Sometimes, I print out pictures of her just to tear away at them. Though that wouldn't do.

It finally came in the mail. I comissioned it for a real lot of money, but it's worth it. I opened the package to see in delight as well as disgust, a Sally Acorn plushie looking up at me with an innocent smile on her face. Oh, how I was looking foward to slaughter the dumb naked whore. My parents were there and I faked a lot of love for this plushie. I already tried to point out every single flaw on the plushie as it smiled at me. I took it to my room. I could finally begin.

Disgusted by hugging the plush, I threw it onto my bed and went to grab a knife, rope and other things to torture her with. As I returned and looked over I could've sword the plushie was frowning, eyes wide in fear for a split second. Shaking it off, I set up my Sonic and Amy plushies to watch the fun. Then I've waited until my parents left grabbing the plushie by the arm, binding a rope tightly around it, doing so with the rest of her limbs excluding her tail and bound her to my table. It was still smiling at me! Stop smiling! I grabbed a hammer and hit her face with it. Her cute little smile vanished for a split second and I could hear the shiny black nose shatter by the strengh of the hammer. As I took it away it was still smiling. I turned to my Sonic and Amy dolls. Althrough I saw them frown for a split second like the Sally one. I was hallucinating again, so I thought.

I continued to hit the Sally plush with the hammer. Sally broke open, the white fluff now sticking out of one of the arms. I grinned as I imagined Sally, writhing and crying in pain, blood dripping from her arm, a lot of her bones broken. I could nearly her her shrieks and cries. Shouldn't have taken away Sonic, you stupid whore! I tore her from the table. Her damaged arm ripped off of her body as I grabbed one of her feet and tugged so hard on her leg it tore off as well. "I hate you! I HATE you! I HATE YOU!!! Why do you have to exist!? Sonic and Amy are perfect! Sonic shouldn't hang out with a stupid whore like you!" I grabbed my knife and tried to stab her stomach in it. She was squeezed, but too soft for the knife to penetrate, so I had to tear up the plushie myself. More of the white fluff dropped onto the table as I imagined the real Sally being brutally torn to pieces, Sonic and Amy watching me with a smile.

Smile.

I looked back up at the plushie. It was smilling. "DON'T SMILE, YOU SLUT!" I snapped, jabbing the plushie across the room. She slapped against my TV before plopping onto the ground, the white fluff on her inside now spread across my entire room. I walked over to pick it up again. As I bent down, the doll turned her head to me. "I love you." I shrieked and fell back onto one of my chairs, which collapsed as well. I was lucky. If I fell the wrong way I could've broken my neck. I looked back at the doll as I recovered from the pain. "Nah, it didn't talk. It was probably just some stupid noise and me not taking my Anti-Depressiva pills or whatever they are called.", I thought to myself. I grabbed the doll. It was broken beyond repair. I couldn't break more of it.

It still smiled at me.

The dolls head moved again. "I love you. Why are you doing this to me?" I once again yelled as I threw the doll away and cowered. Taking cover wouldn't help as the plush used her fine arm as a crutch to pull herself closer to me. "What did I do to you?" I looked away. Maybe the hallucinations would go away. "What did I do to you?" it repeated, now sounding like it was crying. Then there was a long time of silence. I couldn't help but look. The doll stopped moving again so I got closer and picked it up by one of the ears. It was back to normal, thank Christ... Now I didn't even mind it smilling. I threw the doll away, but it's voice remained in my head, repeating over and over. "I love you." "Why are you doing this to me?" "What did I do to you?"

I got back to my room and went to sleep. I don't remember for how long I've slept. But the doll wouldn't get out of my mind and remained in my dreams. But apparently, as my parents woke me up and seemed angry, they found the doll in the trash. Yep. My mother held it in one hand. They whined at me about how expensive it was and why I did it. I admitted I hate Sally. They nagged at me some more before finally leaving me alone.

I went to my computer to chat and watch some videos. To get my mind off the stupid doll I started to watch some kill Sally videos. After I was done I turned around to get up, but I froze as every plushie I owned was facing me, looking at me.

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