I think there's probably one kind of suggestive reference that you'd get if you had a dirty mind. Which I do have, so yeah. Other than that, nothing to worry about in this one. Thanks for reading.

"Where are we?"

Amy's voice bounced around in the darkness surrounding the two. They had walked for a few minutes before coming to a sort of…manufactured dead end.

"Beats me. Freaky vibes, though," Sonic said.

"Yeah…totally."

Suddenly, the space around them started to open up. In fact, it opened up so quickly that Sonic and Amy were now floating. Light appeared out of nowhere and illuminated the area, revealing thousands of small screens playing clips. They were flat and moved in an orbit around the two, following strange rings of light that varied in size.

"And this place got a whole lot nuttier…"

Amy nodded along with Sonic's comment, noticing that she was suddenly in her red dress again. She hadn't worn it for ages…along with those cute red boots that she so fondly remembered.

"Still fits, huh? That's…pretty awesome."

Sonic looked as he always had, red shoes with a white stripe cutting across, and a gold buckle on the outside of each. He inspected his white gloves and smoothed out his quills.

"Nice."

"What do you think it means, though?"

He shrugged. "Maybe the picture show will give us ideas."

"Good thinking." Amy touched one of the floating screens and watched the clip on it. She frowned and shoved it off after a few minutes.

"Didn't like what you saw?"

"Yeah…it was one of me, just acting…not at all like myself."

"Tell me about it. This is getting depressing."

"It's like those nightmares we were in. That's what I call them, nightmares…god, they were disturbing. And I remember that I actually stabbed you before stabbing myself to death. In front of Tails, no less…" She shuddered at the memories. "I'm not that crazy, am I?"

"Heck no," Sonic said quickly. "Though if you were, I probably wouldn't be close enough to let you stab me, unless it was a very special circumstance."

"Point taken."

Sonic shook his head. "Man, I can't wait to get my hands on the sick bastard who's doing this to us."

Amy floated up and caught another screen. A smile appeared on her face as she watched it the whole way though. "Sonic…look at this one."

He caught up to her and looked on. "Hey, that's us! And we're not trying to stab or molest each other!"

"Freaky, I know," Amy said sarcastically. "Maybe…this guy has a heart after all."

"Ames, check it out. There's one that's…middle of the road. Wow. Cliché, much?"

"Lemme see," Amy said as she grabbed the screen from Sonic. "Oh, you were right. That's…a snorefest right there."

"That'd be a compliment to 'em."

"This is so confusing," Amy moaned. "Look at this one, Sonic. I…get yelled at by you and then-"

"Shadow forms a relationship with you, I get reprimanded and/or my just desserts for what I do to you, and then happily ever after, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

"Didn't tell me you were psychic," Amy said with a smirk.

"I'm not. I just watched that particular scenario like…fifty times. Seriously, it's everywhere. Why would I yell at you? I've like, never yelled at you for stuff unless it concerned your safety."

"And I wouldn't…hm. Well, actually..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips. "Seriously, Ames. Shadow?"

"What? He is pretty hot," she said with a smile. "Not to mention, I have a thing for bad boys."

"You have a thing for bad boys?"

"I have a thing for you, don't I?" she said with a wink.

"That so? Well, a certain someone said that I was a boy scout, so take that as you will."

"You mean Rouge." Amy snorted as she grabbed another screen. "Please, she probably isn't into anything that doesn't involve candle wax and police-issue handcuffs."

"Candle wax?"

"Straight from the bat's mouth."

"Hm." Sonic raised a brow. "Well…that's something."

"Sure is."

The two looked over the screens together for hours without end, noting that new ones flooded in every moment. From where, they didn't know. The stories were all different in some way, some following the same basic premise with others deviating from it. No ending was the same, and the two hedgehogs noted how differently they acted in each scene they were in.

At one point, they questioned if it was one person manipulating them.

"I think I've figured it out, Ames."

"Yeah?"

Sonic turned to her. "Yeah. All of these…stories. They're not by the same person. Maybe a few of 'em are by one author or screenwriter or whatever, but these ideas are all different and unique. And we're a part of 'em."

"Are you saying that we're meant to live out all of these stories?"

"I think we already have, Amy. And there are more to come."

She shook her head. "But I don't want to go back to those places…you saw the terrible things we did to each other. To the people we claimed to love. I just…want to go back to that bed and lie in it, with you."

"We could do that."

Noting the look of uncertainty on his face, Amy pressed him. "But…you think that we can't."

"No, we can. But I want you to look at this."

Sonic passed one of the screens over to Amy, and she couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face.

"Oh, Sonic…that's us. It's so beautiful…"

"We could be there, for real."

"Yeah…we could, couldn't we?"

He spread his arms out wide. "This place…it's for all the people with ideas, good and bad. So many of their stories come in, and we're a part of them. And without us, the magic just isn't there, right? That's why we have to live them out…"

"To fulfill those dreams, right?"

"Yeah. And maybe one day…we'll be able to just rest together, on our own. We'll have all of those memories to laugh and cry over, to joke and smile over…so many different stories to tell. And we'll…really experience life."

Amy nodded, placing a hand over her heart. "It sounds so exciting…and so scary."

"There will be bad times, I bet. A lot of pain, too."

"But it'll be worth it," Amy said with determination. "Because I'm doing it for you."

"And I'm doing it for you," Sonic replied.

Amy looked above her, and saw nothing but twinkling stars in a dark sky. She closed her eyes, making a wish on each one, and hoping that just one would come true.

"I…think I'm ready."

Sonic nodded and took her hand in his. She held on tightly, feeling his warmth spread through her.

"Here we go…"

Sonic touched the screen that had appeared before them, one cluttered with static. He felt the picture travel up his arm and cover his body before washing over Amy.

The two were then slowly pulled into the screen, and as they disappeared, it went dark.

One by one, the screens shut off. The light from the arena faded to nothing, and all was silent.

The bed that smelled of wildflowers sat perfectly in the dark, infinite space. It was neatly made, as if nobody had ever slept in it.

Perfect for when the couple would return.

Sonic and Amy had not yet finished their long journey. Perhaps they never would.

The scenarios came at them endlessly, never seeming to stop for a moment. They dashed and spun through each new scenario, not quite themselves in some and feeling perfect in others.

They say that every once in a while, the two would rest together in that lonely bed, sharing their adventures and holding hands. Nobody knew for sure if it were all true…

…but that's just another story to tell.

a/n: That's…all. I hope you enjoyed it, for what it was. Maybe the ending might not make sense…it'll depend on a few things, really. But this is what I've written. Lame ending? Call me out on it, I honestly ask you to give me criticism on this piece of writing.

I think I was trying to be 'intellectual' at some point and just…failed miserably. I think. I'm not sure, but it kind of feels like it. I get weird thoughts when I write this. Anyways, tell me what you think. Venting over and etc.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.