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Basically a scene from another fic I did... that collab one. This is a part that I put in, in which Mephiles manages to tick off Amy enough to meet Mr. Piko Piko Hammer. XD

More or less, she startled him enough that he fell off the dock, she pulled him out with her smaller hammer, got mad that he didn't thank her for that, compares him to Shadow (which already got her on his bad side...), and... well... read below...

The only reason he's not trying to kill her for that or anything is because there's people watching, and he's trying to keep a low profile... and smiting a certain pink hedgehog just might draw too much attention to him. XD

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"Are you sure? He's been running around all day, trying to save the princess from Dr. Eggman." She seems surprised. "That's Sonic for you, always helping everyone he can. I thought he might have come around this way, so I could wish him luck..."

"He didn't..."

"Well, that's not what everyone else said..." She muses. "I swear, today's been nothing but one crazy thing after another. First, Dr. Eggman shows up and kidnaps the princess, then Sonic saves her, and it happens again a few times, and then the hedgehog I was with turned out to be hunting Sonic..."

"What? Silver?" I say before I can stop myself.

"You know him?" She seems incredulous. "Wait... You're not hunting Sonic, too, are you?"

How in the name of Chaos did she come to that conclusion so fast? She establishes that I must know Silver, ergo I must be hunting Sonic because I know Silver? Am I the only one who can't make any sense of it? Please agree with me. I have to know.

She must have mistaken my bewilderment for hesitation. To further my suspicion of the short temper, she produces an even larger hammer out of thin air, and raises it above her head with both hands, looking quite livid.

Still trying to wrap my brain around this sudden turn of events, I raise my hands up in front of me, trying to convey that I was not a threat at the moment.

"I didn't say 'yes'..." I try to reason.

"But you didn't say 'no' either!"

She swings in down, narrowly missing me by hardly an inch. The hammer smashed through the wood on the docks, splintering pieces and making a rather unnerving crunching sound. She lifts it again.

"You're overreacting..." I say calmly, trying to not appear fazed by my near crushing. "Just put the hammer away..."

I almost don't see her strike this time, but a blur of movement makes me jump to the right, this time the hammer hitting the pavement, crushing the cement into powder beneath it.

I start to wonder just how heavy that thing really was, ducking out of the way again, splinters of wood and chips of paint from the guard railing in the upper level above me rained down on my quills as I held my hands over my head.

"You're making a scene..." I add, trying anything I could think of that wouldn't draw too much attention to get her to back off.

The hammer brushes against my nose as it buries itself into the steps by my side.

With how close it's come to hitting me, I start to wonder if her aim is really that bad, or is she mercilessly toying with me, like a sadistic predator?

Seeing that it was stuck between some steps, I take my chance and hurry down the sidewalk next to the water, and up the steps on that end. She pulls the hammer free and follows after me quickly, keeping a good enough distance that she could easily swing at me and hit my back. Why she had yet to, I'll never know...

Description
Full Fic Here: [link]

Basically a scene from another fic I did... that collab one. This is a part that I put in, in which Mephiles manages to tick off Amy enough to meet Mr. Piko Piko Hammer. XD

More or less, she startled him enough that he fell off the dock, she pulled him out with her smaller hammer, got mad that he didn't thank her for that, compares him to Shadow (which already got her on his bad side...), and... well... read below...

The only reason he's not trying to kill her for that or anything is because there's people watching, and he's trying to keep a low profile... and smiting a certain pink hedgehog just might draw too much attention to him. XD

...
...

"Are you sure? He's been running around all day, trying to save the princess from Dr. Eggman." She seems surprised. "That's Sonic for you, always helping everyone he can. I thought he might have come around this way, so I could wish him luck..."

"He didn't..."

"Well, that's not what everyone else said..." She muses. "I swear, today's been nothing but one crazy thing after another. First, Dr. Eggman shows up and kidnaps the princess, then Sonic saves her, and it happens again a few times, and then the hedgehog I was with turned out to be hunting Sonic..."

"What? Silver?" I say before I can stop myself.

"You know him?" She seems incredulous. "Wait... You're not hunting Sonic, too, are you?"

How in the name of Chaos did she come to that conclusion so fast? She establishes that I must know Silver, ergo I must be hunting Sonic because I know Silver? Am I the only one who can't make any sense of it? Please agree with me. I have to know.

She must have mistaken my bewilderment for hesitation. To further my suspicion of the short temper, she produces an even larger hammer out of thin air, and raises it above her head with both hands, looking quite livid.

Still trying to wrap my brain around this sudden turn of events, I raise my hands up in front of me, trying to convey that I was not a threat at the moment.

"I didn't say 'yes'..." I try to reason.

"But you didn't say 'no' either!"

She swings in down, narrowly missing me by hardly an inch. The hammer smashed through the wood on the docks, splintering pieces and making a rather unnerving crunching sound. She lifts it again.

"You're overreacting..." I say calmly, trying to not appear fazed by my near crushing. "Just put the hammer away..."

I almost don't see her strike this time, but a blur of movement makes me jump to the right, this time the hammer hitting the pavement, crushing the cement into powder beneath it.

I start to wonder just how heavy that thing really was, ducking out of the way again, splinters of wood and chips of paint from the guard railing in the upper level above me rained down on my quills as I held my hands over my head.

"You're making a scene..." I add, trying anything I could think of that wouldn't draw too much attention to get her to back off.

The hammer brushes against my nose as it buries itself into the steps by my side.

With how close it's come to hitting me, I start to wonder if her aim is really that bad, or is she mercilessly toying with me, like a sadistic predator?

Seeing that it was stuck between some steps, I take my chance and hurry down the sidewalk next to the water, and up the steps on that end. She pulls the hammer free and follows after me quickly, keeping a good enough distance that she could easily swing at me and hit my back. Why she had yet to, I'll never know...