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The next morning rolls around with no other incidents, great! No other problems to deal with because Amy won't be leaving her bed for a bit which she did not like. Constantly trying to clarify that she was fine and stuff but Tails put her on bed rest for the next few days.
This is stupid…
She was fine! She didn't get hurt…
Well she didn't know if she truly was fine, hell she doesn't remember much from last night
She just remembers a path
A red box and.. that's it
Then waking up in some part of the creepy place in slight discomfort and bleeding from her nose and mouth
She got up and found the path again where Sally found her, it's kinda weird. No matter how hard she tried to remember it came back as a fog.
At least that voice was gone.
Amy then accepts her predicament, maybe she wasn't okay maybe she did need this, she yawns and goes back to sleep
But sometimes was wrong, there was no dream, it was a black space… she always has some dream, romantic, cozy, or downright weird but all she saw this time was
Nothing..
She didn't even hear anything for a while, until a little voice rang out repeating a few things “No one will believe you.” “Your friends are fake.” “They don't trust you.” “They hate you.” Amy thought it was just normal insecurities and paranoia until the thoughts got darker “Kill them.” “If they treat you like a monster then be one.” “It would be so easy to hurt them.” These are definitely not hers, she would never hurt her friends, she loves them, and she adores them, if she did hurt them it wouldn't be on purpose and she would apologize afterward..
Her theory was proven right, the voice got angrier as it tried to manipulate her thoughts, Red static started to slowly replace this void as the voice got more erratic and violent, it started to feel like she was drowning in hate that wasn't hers, it started to get painful to deal with so..
she wakes up in a sweat, she had a minor headache from that dream and held her head in her hands covering her face now tired and still in pain from that weird nightmare, but she felt something wet on her hands
Amy pulls back her hands from her face, was she crying? She saw tears and..
Blood.. her own blood… coming from her nose and mouth again.
Amy looked around and it was night, she slept the whole day away even though that nightmare felt like.. an hour or two at most..
Something was wrong.. definitely wrong..