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Identity Theft

Chapter One: The Deed is Done

(Sonic)

"Life's not fair, Amy!"

"Oh yeah, 'cause you'd know a lot about that, Sonic! Your life's perfect! What's unfair in your life?!"

"My life is no picnic!"

"Well it's a lot easier than mine!"

For those who missed the last five minutes of my delightful conversation with the most stubborn girl I knew, allow me to fill you in. It had been a nice day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, very picturesque. I was in a pretty good mood, to say the least — until I got tackled to the ground by none other than Amy Rose.

She was like no one I'd ever met, to say the least. She'd been a very good friend to me and I could always rely on her when I was in trouble. The only problem was that, if she was crushing on someone, she wouldn't take no for an answer.

I knew. I'd been saying no for the past eight years.

After I'd managed to pull her off me, I was feeling a bit irritated. She asked if I wanted to go out on a date with her. It wasn't that I didn't want to spend time with her — it was that I didn't want to be tied down with a relationship. I liked my privacy and personal space. Was that so unreasonable?

She'd pouted. Then she asked why, and I told her that I just didn't want a relationship.

That was when things got out of hand.

Her face had darkened, before she accused me of already having a girlfriend. I started to panic, irrationally — I didn't have a girlfriend, and I was about to tell her that if I decided I wanted one, she'd be the first to know. But I couldn't say that, because it would get her hopes up.

So I didn't say anything. Big mistake.

Amy looked like she was about to cry as she begged me to tell her why I was silent. I felt confused, but I told her that I didn't have a girlfriend. She didn't believe me.

With an accusing point of her finger, Amy asked me why I'd lied and accused me of being a liar. I felt taken aback, arguing that it wasn't true: I didn't have a girlfriend and I wasn't a liar. She then yelled that she thought she could trust me and it wasn't fair on her. I was getting pretty sick of this.

So, there we were. Yelling at each other in the middle of Station Square. It was certainly different to my dealings with Egghead — I just didn't expect Amy to be the one I was arguing with.

I laughed, already at the end of my tether, "How is your life hard? All you do is chase me around all day!"

"My life doesn't revolve around you!" Amy spat back, but she blushed, "And if you really believe that all I do is chase you, then you must spend your whole life running away!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's not like I spend the whole of my life saving the world with Eggman!"

"That doesn't take up all of your time!"

"No, just most of it!"

"So what do you do when you're not saving the world? Hmm? You relax! You don't do anything except eat, sleep and explore!"

I scowled. That was a blatant lie. I did more than that, and what did she do? Bake with Cream, shop with Rouge and chase me!

I defiantly glared at her. To my surprise, she glowered back — her jade eyes piercing into my own. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, as we were locked in a staring contest, not speaking. Other people were giving us weird looks.

"You're impossible!" She burst out, sighing in defeat.

I folded my arms, "I'd like you to try and live my life for just one day."

Amy looked up, "You know what? It would be easy! And I would love to see you try and live my life for a day too!"

"Yeah, well, it'd be a piece of cake!" Rolling my eyes, I heard a crash of thunder crack across the sky. That was weird. There must have been a storm coming. But those black ominous clouds had appeared very suddenly.

"Argh!" Amy stormed off in the other direction, getting wetter and wetter as the rain started to slash against her. My quills were getting wet and heavy as I raced back to Tails' workshop. I didn't often have arguments with Amy, and I couldn't say I liked it.

As soon as I reached the front door, I slammed my key into the lock and turned it as quickly as I could. I stormed into the hallway and wiped my shoes on the mat. Tails called my name, but I rushed upstairs. I was feeling angry and upset from that row. I hadn't meant to hurt Amy, but she wasn't making it easy. But I also felt outraged that she thought my life was so easy — it wasn't! It was relaxing, some of the time, but it wasn't perfect and care-free.

I'd like to see her live my life. Maybe she wouldn't be so judgemental if she did.

As if that was ever going to happen.

The next morning, the sunlight crept into my half-open eyelids. It was too bright, too early.

Blinking a couple of times, I let out a yawn and surveyed my surroundings. Hold on. This wasn't where I slept. I usually slept on the roof of the Workshop, because I liked watching the sky when I went to sleep and when I woke up. But I was in a bed. That wasn't mine.

I glanced around the room. My bedroom walls — why were they bubblegum-pink? This wasn't my room. It looked a lot like Amy's room.

Oh. Had she kidnapped me? Again?

I didn't think so. I wasn't tied to the bed. I wasn't being covered in kisses. I wasn't being glomped by a pink hedgehog. So she couldn't have kidnapped me, or there was something wrong with her.

I was still feeling sleepy, so maybe this was a dream. It probably was — I hoped it was.

Not glancing down at my body, I surged over to the mirror. It was something I did every morning. Not because I was particularly vain, I just liked to look my best. I would usually comb a few messy quills into place and race out of my room, to have breakfast with Tails.

But I was in for a nasty shock.

When I glanced into the mirror, I saw Amy's reflection. I glanced behind me — no one was there. What was up with this mirror? I brushed my quills back and Amy's reflection did the same.

Frowning, I pulled a hair in front of my eyes. It was pink.

"What the—?!" I yelled, leaping backwards and staring at my body. This wasn't my body. It was Amy's.

I had curvy hips. Longer eyelashes. Slim arms. Shorter quills. And — oh, no way. I had a prominent chest. I had boobs. Sonic the freaking Hedgehog... had boobs.

I didn't know what to say. Why did I have Amy's body? What was going on?!

Checking if this was real, I rolled up the sleeve of my pyjama top and pinched my arm. Or Amy's arm. Nope, the pain danced on my skin, but I was still awake.

This was really happening. Truly happening.

But, if I was in Amy's body, then where was Amy?