Dear fans, (I have fans? WOOT!) I apologize for taking... SEVEN MONTHS TO UPDATE?!

-Grabs a frying pan-

Never -CLANG- Make -CLANG- Your fans -CLANG- wait that long -CLANG- ever -CLANG- again! -CLANG-

Well, I finally got this chapter done, (After seven months. -CLANG-) and I release it to you guys.

I know that Square Station is a corny name, but it kind of works. The building is square-shaped, along with it being a "Station" for various things.

Have I told you that I always have a little trouble spelling beautiful? Like just then. Let's see, it's B-E-A-U. B-E-A-U. B-E-A-U.

Anyway, this is indeed the start of the SonAmy of this story.

ENJOY DA CHAPTER!!

Book 3,

Final chapter,

Enter Amy

The little blue hedgehog brought himself closer to the boy beside him. Here he was, inside this large building, a building with marble floors and many, many rooms off to the sides of the pathway he and the boy were walking down. The rooms off to the sides had carpet floors, unlike the solid marble they were walking on top of, along with many human-sized shirts on hangers. The shirts had many different designs, from polka-dotted to plaid to optical illusions, and although they were pretty, the optical illusions made the little hedgehog's eyes hurt. He shut his eyes tight, then opened them again, before making a mental note not to look inside that particular room. He began to look at all the pretty shirts, except the optical illusions, before a scent crossed his muzzle. What was it? It smelled kind of delicious... He took a whiff, and instantly realized what the smell was. It smelled of... Chili dogs!! The little hedgehog came back to his senses, and realized he was in an area of the building with many rooms, and in each room was a human in a strange but unique uniform behind a counter. There were humans lined up at each of the counters, about 5 each, and the humans behind the counters were tending to them. As the little blue hedgehog was walking, he stepped on something sharp. It felt like the object was driving into his foot. The cobalt hedgehog yelped in pain, and shut his eyes tight. He jerked his foot off of the object, and pulled the object out from the bottom of his shoe, before tossing it away. He opened his eyes...

Every human within earshot was staring at him. Staring at him with shocked expressions on their faces. They were staring at him because he was blue, because he was a freak. Just like those other people back home...

Flashback

"GET AWAY, FREAK!!"

A muscular boar kicked a tiny blue hedgehog in the stomach with great force, sending him to the ground with a painful yelp.

"You deserve to die!"

A white tiger stepped on the quivering blue hedgehog's torso, making him cry with agony.

"Yeah, a reject like him will only drag us down.”

A muscular lion grabbed the blue hedgehog’s quills, and pulled them upward. The tiny hedgehog tried to scream, but all that came out was a dry rasp, his voice hoarse. He had been tortured by these three for hours, and he could not take any more, it hurt too much. But the three animals kept going, determined to kill the scared, crying hedgehog. Why did they hate him so? Why was being blue such a punishable thing? He couldn’t do anything about his color, why do they constantly criticise him for it? He was an innocent, helpless little hedgehog that was hated by everyone in town, everyone but his mother. His mother loved him very much, and was the only one who ever showed any sympathy torwards him. Everyone else beat and battered him, simply for being blue. If his mother ever turned on him, he didn’t know what he would do...

The tiger lifted his foot off of the hedgehog, and the lion held him high in the air by his quills. His face stained with tears, the little blue hedgehog struggled weakly, his muscles ripped and torn apart by all the beatings.

“S...S...Stop...” The little hedgehog bearly managed to voice. Even his vocal cords felt like they were torn apart, and hurt... so much... when he used them. He wanted them to stop, he wanted them to just leave him, to go away, and leave him lying in the dirt.

“No way, you’re the reject of this village, and you will not roam here any longer!” The lion said, still holding the cobalt hedgehog’s quills. He raised up his other fist, and swung it forward, hitting the little hedgehog square in the chest, making him sway like a punching bag. The lion tightened his grip on his quills, and the terrified little hedgehog could feel the blood draining from his head. His vision faded to black as the lion pulled back his fist once more...

The humans had the same cold, hateful look those animals did. The same I-hate-you look that everyone gave him. The little hedgehog cuddled the boy's leg, and buried his face into it, afraid of what the humans might do. He cried silently, but freely into the boy's leg, overwhelmed with emotions. Fear. Embarrassment. Shame. Anguish. All these emotions were piled inside the little hedgehog, and he couldn't handle it. Tears streamed down his face. He just wanted to hide away, to get away from all the humans. He began to breathe heavily, having some sort of emotional seizure. He hugged the boy's leg tighter, wanting the rusty orange-haired human to comfort him. He then felt himself being picked up again. It was probably the human boy, after all, who else would want to hold him? He felt himself being cradled, before feeling a hand descend upon his quills. The hand stroked his cobalt quills, making him relax just a little... That still felt really good. He was now convinced that the mysterious human was friendly. Maybe... Just maybe... He could trust it...

The little blue hedgehog slowly opened his eyes, blinking away tears. He laid his eyes on a strange male human. Who was that? The male human simply smiled when he saw that the small hedgehog was looking up at him.

"Aww, he's kinda cute..." The man said, still stroking the cobalt hedgehog's quills. The man thought he was cute? He had never seen him before! He suddenly heared several Oohs come from around him... Wait, why weren't the humans attacking him? He was sure they would've, but they weren't. Maybe these humans weren't so bad after all... Wait, no, he couldn't trust anyone, he would never know if they would attack him for being blue or not.

The grey-haired man moved his hand from the hedgehog's quills to his ears, and began to scratch them. The little blue hedgehog curled up into a spiky blue ball in response, earning another "Aww" from the group of humans. The little blue hedgehog felt his eyelids begin to droop...

A sound identical to the tugging of cloth caught the cobalt hedgehog's attention. He uncurled out of his spiky blue ball, and jumped out of the man's arms, only to receive a jolt of pain in his ankles from the collison of the ground. He stifled a yelp, but a squeak escaped his lips. He collasped onto the ground, just bearly holding himself up with his arms. He heard a sympathetic "Awww" come from the crowd. Wait a second, they were showing sympathy for him? Urgh, no, they must be faking it. Yes, they're just faking it, waiting for the right time to lash out at him... Right? But that man did stroke his quills. Did they really mean it? Were they actually accepting him? But what about-

The young hedgehog's thoughts were interrupted when he felt a small, gloved hand on his shoulder. He fought back tears, and turned his head to see who was comforting him... He laid his eyes on a little pink hedgehog, about his age. She was wearing a red dress, laced with a white stripe at the bottom, along with red boots with white soles, a white stripe running down the middle of both. She was wearing gold bracelets on either wrist, along with gloves and a red headband on top of her head. She had a small, kind smile on her face, her eyes as emerald-green as his. The young, cerulean hedgehog wanted to ask the strange, pink hedgehog her name, but the humans standing around them might-... Wait, the humans won't hurt him, right? Maybe it was okay to just ask...

"Who... Are you?..." The small hedgehog said quietly, and with difficulty, considering the pain he was going through.

"It talks? Cool!" A teenage voice said. The crowd of humans erupted into buzzing conversation, apparently surprised at the young hedgehog's voice.

"You're an anthro hedgehog too? I've never seen any others like me, rather than my mom and dad. Oh and, I'm Amy! Nice to meet you." The pink hedgehog said in a cheerful voice. Her voice was so uplifting, so quiet and gentle, sympathetic and... Beautiful... The cerulean hedgehog snapped back to his senses. Did he just think that? What in the world?... He felt his cheeks getting hot, and he quickly turned his head back down to the ground. The pink hedgehog that he newly recognized as, "Amy" giggled.

"Oh, you're so cute, I could just hug you!" The little pink hedgehog said in that cheerful voice again. It was just so soft and comforting...

"So, what's your name?" The pink hedgehog said with curiosity. Should the little blue hedgehog answer her? She seemed nice. Heck, real nice. He felt his cheeks getting even hotter. The young, pink hedgehog descended her head to get a look at the blue hedgehog's face, causing him to turn his head away even more.

"...Are you gonna tell me your name, sweetie?" The pink hedgehog asked, further embarrassing the cobalt hedgehog. He couldn't decide whether to tell her his name or not, but her voice was just so peaceful... The little blue hedgehog could feel something tugging at his voice, edging it to respond to her question.

"S...s..." He said, still unsure of whether he should respond or not. His eyes darted from side to side.

"Yes?" The tamarisk hedgehog asked kindly, making the cobalt hedgehog start to panic. He felt that he needed to tell her, yet at the same time felt that he shouldn't. One or the other, he needed to pick one. One or the other...

"Come on, tell me!" She said again, sweet as can be.

"It's So-..." The little blue hedgehog said absent-mindedly, before he stopped himself.

"So-... So-... Oh, I see. You're shy, aren't you? It's okay, you can tell me. I won't bite." The pink hedgehog said with a giggle. Maybe she could be trusted. She was acting really sweet torwards him. Nobody would go that far just for a fake out. Maybe he should trust her... The cerulean hedgehog snapped back to his senses, to find that his cheeks weren't hot anymore. It was now or never.

He stood up, and put his hands to his sides. He suddenly arched his right foot close to being opposite of the other, and placed one hand on his side, looking at the kind pink hedgehog. He suddenly lifted up his other arm up high, formed a thumbs-up, and then brought it down straight inbetween him and the pink hedgehog, a joyful grin on his face.

"My name's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog!"

I can't believe I FINALLY got this done. After seven months. (CLANG) Well, Here's the start of the SonAmy. Like it? REVIEW!!