Hello! This story has a whole bunch of facts corrupted. Such as the ages of the characters. So bare with me. It's how I think the Sonic characters should have grown up. Minus Rouge and Shadow. Oh, and I'm American, so I don't know all the British slang and stuff. If you're British, please send a review correcting me. Tell me how I did. I went to England once, but that was a long time ago, so all I've got to go off now is BBC America. X(

Disclaimer: I don't own most of the characters in the story. They belong to SEGA. The only one I own is Amy's human appearance.

Amy's Mutation

Amy, currently three years old, was standing on an England sidewalk curb. She was downtown, and busy grown-ups scurried past her, too busy maneuvearing through the rain to pay any notice to the little girl with the suitcase.

Amy was crying. At this time, she was not the pink hedgehog we know today. She was a little human girl, who had run away from home. She had pale skin, shoulder length black hair, and it was dripping wet. Her green overalls and red and white striped shirt hung wetly on her scrawny body.

Thunder boomed through the traffic, and Amy's eyes flew open in fright. Her eyes shone emerald in the flashes of lightning that had already begun. Amy burst into louder sobs as the grown-ups and their little children scuttled inside.

Amy was about to give up hope when a black car slowed to a stop at the curb. The window rolled down, and a large man in black suit and tie looked at the girl. He said in a foreign accent, "Little girl, where are your parents? Letting a beautiful child stand in the rain and get wet!"

Amy blushed at the compliment, she had never recieved any sort of praise from her family. But then anger surged through her tiny frame. "It wasn't my parents fault, mister!" She yelled as hard as a three year old British girl could. "I runned away from home!"

The large man, who Amy noticed gleefully was shaped like an egg, blinked. His mustache curled up and Amy smiled because it looked like what her uncle's mustache did when he smiled. But then Amy was sad. She would have to leave her uncle and cousins if she ran away. Why didn't she run to her uncle's house?!

Amy looked up at the egg shaped man. She spoke in her British voice, "But that's okay, mister! I'm not runnin' 'way no more!" She spoke happily. "I'm goin' to my uncle's house!" She smiled again, picked up her suitcase and tried to skip away.

It didn't work very well, as Amy tripped on a cobblestone and landed on her knees. She started to cry again.

The big man frowned and said to Amy, "Little girl, why don't come in? It's nice and warm and I can drive you to your uncle's house."

Amy cried for a second more. She stopped crying, nodded, and wiped her nose on her hand. She got up, picked up her suicase, and, struggling, opened the back door. She crawled into the high seat and sat down with a squish. The big man groaned and muttered something about two million yen.

Amy closed the door and folded her hands in her lap. The big man started the car. In a few minutes, Amy started getting sleepy. She stretched out on the leather seat and closed her eyes.

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"Get out of the car!" Amy's eyes flew open. She sat up and looked around. The big man was holding the door open. He was looking irritated. Amy climbed out silently. The big man grabbed Amy's wrist and pulled her across a large parking lot torward a large building. Amy was too scared to cry. The big man pushed a man with a baby in his arms aside as they went through a door that opened for them. Amy looked around for the doorman in the red suit like the one that always opened the door for her on the way into her apartment building. But there was none.

The big man pushed his way through to a tall desk that Amy was too short to see over. The big man said to someone on the other side, "Two tickets to Japan."

Computer keys clacked, and Amy wonedered what computer game who ever over there was playing. "That'll be 40 thousand, sir."

The big man was silent for a moment. "That's...yen, right?"

"No sir, that's pounds. This is a first-class airline."

The big man said a word that Amy had once heard on a movie of naked people that her mother had not let her watch. She didn't know what that word meant, but she decided to remember it.

"Are you really charging that much?" the big man asked with his teeth still closed. Amy giggled. The big man shot her a look and she quieted.

"I'm sorry, sir," the voice said. "But we're going to have to delay a flight to get you on, so I'm simply trying to discourage you from the flight."

The big man said that word again. He sighed and said. "I don't care, I'm in a hurry. I'll take it." He took out a black book, wrote something really fast on a piece of gray paper in it, tore it out and gave it to the person.

The person groaned and gave the big man two greenish pieces of paper. "Those are your boarding passes. Gate Z100. Hurry up."

"Z100?!" the big man yelled.

"Yes, that's the only flight to Japan still here. You'll be going to Nagasaki. Go before you hold the whole thing up. I'll call ahead to say that you're coming."

The big man muttered something under his breath. He grabbed Amy by the wrist again and dragged her along through a crowded hallway. Some grownups in uniforms ran a scanner over Amy. They took her suitcase, put it through a tunnel and then gave it back. Next thing Amy knew, she was being pushed into a white indoor train with no chairs. The train started moving. Then it stopped, and everyone got off. The big man dragged Amy out, too.

The got to a very irritated woman standing outside a more narrow, but empty, hallway. She took their green pieces of paper, pushed it through a slot, and gave them back when it came out the other end. The big man dragged Amy down the hallway. They entered a very small door that wasn't quite connected to the rest of the hallway. They squeezed through an extremely narrow aisle lined with cushioned seats, went through a curtian, went past more seats, and finally came to a stop at two seats. The big man sat down on one and Amy crawled onto the other.

A loud voice boomed through the airplane. Amy looked around but couldn't fine the person who was speaking them. "Ladies and Gentlemen, now that this person has arrived, we can depart. Flight attendants, prepare for take-off."

Everything started moving forward. Amy looked to her right, and she could see a fence, grass and some trees going past, faster and faster. Then they started moving upward, and Amy was thrust back into her chair. It kept going up, then leveled out, but Amy could see clouds outside the window.

Amy looked up at the big man. "M--mister?" she asked hesitantly. "W-where are you taking me?"

The man across the aisle looked over suspiciously, then went back to his book. The big man leaned over and spoke in a low voice. "From now until I say so, you will call me Father, Dad, Daddy, Pa, Poppa, Pop, or what ever you call your paternal parent."

"Oh," whispered back. "You mean my poppa. You want me to call you what I call him?"

"Yes," the big man said with his teeth closed again.

Amy smiled. She spoke in a loud voice. "So, you li'l jackass bloke, where you takin' me?"

The big man's eyes widened. People turned to stare. He tried best to match Amy's English accent and said, "Daughter! That's a very bad thing to say! I will wash your mouth out with soap!" People one by one turned back to what they were doing.

Amy laughed out loud at his funny voice. She stopped laughing when she recieved a slap across the cheek. But she didn't cry at first. She recieved such sometimes five times a day at home. But never at her uncle's home. She started crying when she thought of how she was leaving her uncle behind.

The big man's mustache curled up again. He leaned low and spoke low once more. "Now, girl. Don't call me that. Call me Poppa, like you said before. As to where I'm taking you, I'm bringing you to your new home. It's in a town called Tokyo. I think you'll like it there. Do you like electronics?"

Amy stopped crying for a minute. "'Lectronics?"

"Yes, electronics. Like CD's, televisions and video games."

Amy stopped crying all together and looked up at him, wide-eyed. "I watch the telly. And I love video games! I have lots of computer games at my home, and sometimes my cousin Sara lets me play her Nintendo 64!"

The big man nodded. "Then you'll like Tokyo. Japan, which Tokyo is in, makes lots of things like that."

Amy smiled. But she started crying again when she realized that that wouldn't be home. She cried silently, she was very tired, it was high noon and she hadn't been in her bed since three in the morning. She eventually slowed her tears and leaned forward in her lap. She shut her eyes once more.

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Amy woke up. At first she thought she was home, but then she remembered that she was being kid-sleeped or something like that. It had to do with a kid sleeping, and Amy had fallen asleep twice. But then when she sat up and looked around, she saw that she wasn't in the airplane. She was in an army cot, which was in a white room with nothing else in it. There was a door on the opposite side of the room, with a small window in it.

Amy was confused. She must have slept through the big man bringing her to his home. But she didn't know where she was. She got up and walked over to the door. She couldn't see through the window, but when she leaned her ear against the wood, she heard the sound that her poppa's factory made. So she knew it didn't lead outside. Reaching up and turning the doorknob, Amy found it was locked. She frowned. She tried kicking the door, but a sharp pain in her side stopped her.

Amy sat down on the floor and looked down, disappointed. She took a double take at her clothes. They were no longer the overalls and striped shirt. They were a pink tee-shirt, a blue plaid skirt, and pink sandals. And...whew. She still had on her white pants.

Then Amy got frustrated. She hated pink. She ripped off her tee-shirt and threw it on the floor. Looking down on her stomach, she saw stitches. Lots of them. That must have been where the pain came from. On her legs, too. And arms. And they were furry. A silky tan color of fur had replaced her skin. Amy cried a little. She pulled on tee-shirt and sat on the bed. Her hair fell in her face. Amy held a lock of it up and examined it. It was pink. "That fat bloke bloke died my hair pink?!" She screamed. She was angry now.

"Not dyed, miss," said the voice of the big man. She looked up and saw that he was standing in the doorway. "That's its true color now."

Amy scrunched up her face at him. Without thinking, she stood up and tried to run over him through the now open door. But she simply bounced off his fat stomach and fell backwards, landing on her rear. The big man chuckled. "Butt-head!" she screamed at him.

The big man raised an eyebrow. "My name's not Butt-head, miss," he informed her. "My name is Eggman. Dr. Eggman."

Amy blinked, then burst out laughing. "Eggman!" she screamed. "E-Eggman!"

"Hmph," Eggman hmphed. He picked Amy up by the hair and looked into her eyes. Amy started to cry. Ignoring the sobs, Eggman started to speak. "This will be your new home, girl. As you've already seen, you're no longer who you used to be. You're a hedgehog, Amy Rose. You should be a bit stronger than you were before, but not enough that you should be able to escape. I will leave your bedroom door unlocked, but the doors to the outside will remain so. Wander around as you please." With that, Eggman dropped Amy on the ground, and left, shutting the door behind him.

Once Amy had stopped crying she looked at the door. So that Egghead had left the door unlocked. Amy stood up and with difficulty turned the metal doorknob. It turned, and within seconds Amy was out into the hall.

The wall opposite Amy's door was made of glass. It showed a large factory with machines that made a lot of noise. The hall she was standing in appeared to be at about the third story, for Amy was looking down. On the outside walls of the factory room, there was more glass and a few other people looking out. But most of the people were down in the factory, opperating the machines with buttons and levers. She could see that Eggman person walking down the stairs.

Amy looked around the hallway. There were only five doors in it, counting the one leading to the factory. On the one side was her door. She peeked in the next one. It was a small bathroom, with a toilet, sink, and shower. And the third was a different bedroom, with a double bed, neatly made, and a wardrobe. Eggman's. The last one was interesting. Amy walked over to it and opened the heavy door.

Inside was mind boggling! It had all sorts of machines in it. There were tubes with green water in them. They had types of small people things in them. They weren't people, they were like manequins, all white and motionless. But they had a head, torso, arms, and legs, and they were the size of a baby. Maybe not human, but definetely people.

Amy walked up to one that looked different than the rest. It was still pretty much just a rag doll, but it wasn't life-less. It had the beginning of a face, but only sealed eyes and a little bulge where a nose should be. And it had knobs on its legs and arms, the beginnings of hands and feet. Amy put one hand on the glass and the being twitched. Amy jumped for a moment but soon went back to the glass to look at the strange creature. She tapped on the glass. The thing's head turned to look at Amy. Its eyes were slits, and they were all hazy, but Amy could see a sign of dark blue underneath the lids. Amy waved her hand, but it didn't respond. It was still blind. So she tapped on the glass again, and the being tried to move towards her. But as it straightened out, Amy heard something crack. It wasn't supposed to move yet. The thing started writhing, while floating in this green water. It couldn't scream because it had no mouth, but Amy could tell it would be.

An alarm went off. Amy jumped. The room was flashing red, and she could see a spinning light on the ceiling. She went to the baby thing and tried to calm it down. "Shh, baby. It's okay. It's okay! Stop crying!" She was crying, too. She watched the baby writhe and she knew it was crying. She felt so sorry. "It's okay! It's gonna be okay!"

Eggman burst through the hall door and rushed into the lab. "Amy!"

Amy turned and saw the Egg shaped man. She screamed, "I don't know what's wrong with him!" She bawled.

"Amy, get out of my way!" Eggman pushed her aside, but not too hard. Amy stumbled and fell into a sitting position, watching what the man would do. Eggman pushed some buttons on the tube and the water started draining. As it was, he pulled out a metal table and leveled it by the tube. When the water was done draining, the thing was still shaking, lying on the dry bottom of the tube. Eggman pushed another button and the door opened. He gently took the thing out and put it on the table. He took some tools and did some operations that Amy couldn't see, and put the tools away. He lowered the table with a crank on the side so that when Amy stood, she could see the thing, now lying peacefully. "Amy, come here." Amy walked over to the side of the table Eggman wasn't on. "Amy, this is my project. This is a creature, a living being, that I'm making from scratch."

"Scratch?"

"Yes. Nobody birthed it, I'm making it from a single cell."

Amy didn't know what those words meant. "I'm not scratch."

"What? No. You're part human. I didn't know if this would be successful, so I took you to see if altering genes was possible. It worked, except your hair is pink."

Amy sucked her thumb. "Why?"

"Well, I don't know, Amy. But something went wrong."

Amy started to cry. "I want my mommy!"

"I'm sorry, Amy, but I can't return you like this."

"Why not?"

"The press would be all over it!"

"Press?"

"Never mind. Just please. Try not to disturb this thing anymore."

Amy looked at the thing, all cuddled up and completely still. Eggman had hooked a tube to his arm that was filled with more green water. She put her hand on it, to see what it felt like. "It's all smooth. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Neither yet. I'll change it if and when it's more developed, and I can see what would be easier and safer."

"Oh." Well that was disappointing. Amy desperately wanted a little sister. She always had. She had an older sister, but she was mean and stuck-up. Amy walked out to the main hallway and leaned on the glass. She watched the factory people mill around and talk to eachother. Eggman came up behind her. "What are you looking at, Amy?"

"What's all this?"

"This? Oh, that's the factory. It's where I work. The workers are given these apartments, similar to this one."

"Oh."

Eggman unlocked the door to the stairs and went out, locking the door behind him. Amy rushed to the doorknob and tried to open it again, but to no avail. She sat down on the floor and sighed.

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Amy lived like that for about another seven months. She would eat the food that Eggman gave her, sometimes eating on the floor with him, other times by herself in her room. Even though she wasn't supposed to, Amy often went to see the thing, but she never tapped on the glass anymore. But after awhile it could see, and sometimes it would swim over to her and put its hand on the glass. The thing started to grow red fur.

After awhile it had really started to develop, and Eggman was in there all the time. He kept the door locked so Amy couldn't get in anymore.

Shortly before Amy's fourth birthday, Eggman tapped on her door, and walked in. "Amy," he said, "The creation is ready."

To be continued...

So that's my story, or at least the beginning of it. Enjoy.

--L.A.