BECAUSE I GOT AWESOME FANART FROM @knizuu! I'll be giving you all the Madam Rose Lore <3
(Warning: This shit is LOOOOOONG)
Madam Rose: The Beginning
Amy was having a relaxing stroll through one of the many forests of green hill; basket on her arm, until she approached an odd clearing. She swore nothing like this was ever along the path before but her suspicions were halted by the sight of a lone rose in the middle of it. Its petals pitch black yet shimmering in the sunlight, almost as if a glitter gloss coated each singular petal. It had an odd warmth to it, almost like it was whispering sweetly to her; to coax her in and invite her to take.
Her feet moved on their own at first; hypnotized by the rose’s beauty. But just as she reached down to pluck it from the dirt; she halted. Her eyes shifted around to see there are no other flowers here. No daisies, no lilies, not even the usual sunflowers. It was just her, this empty clearing, and the rose in front of her.
“That’s… Odd.” She whispered to herself as if fearing anyone listening in. “There’s no other flowers here. How, and why, would just some random rose be here? In dirt that looks like it hasn’t been watered in a millenia?” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing at the rose. “Is this some trick? Did Eggman plant this here? Is this a creation of his?” Yet, despite all the questions, there were no answers and no one to answer them. It was just Amy, alone, with nothing but her basket and the rose. Taunting her, mocking her, begging her to take it. She huffed at it as she turned on her heel to walk away. Insulted by the thought that Eggman would think her a moron. But she couldn’t walk away from it. Not really. Not when it called to her in its eerie silence.
So, she steps back to it; reaching down to pick it from the ground. “But… I better bring it back to Tails. If it is something from Eggman, who knows what other mobians he could be tricking.” She insisted, pulling the rose out from the ground with a rough tug.
As she went to put the rose in her basket, moving things around so it wouldn’t get crushed, she nicked one of her fingers on one of the thorns. “Ow,” she yelped and dropped the rose, “that hurt!” She brought her finger to her lips to suck on the wound but a sudden jolt went through her body. Something was wrong. Something was very VERY wrong…
“Wha- What the…” Her eyes widen as she looks at her hand, noticing the sink from underneath the small tear of her glove start to change. It got paler, grayer, as it spread up her arm. Her arm shakes violently; whether it be from fear or a side effect of this is unknown, eyes widening further in a panic. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING!?” She screams. Her eyes darted around the ground for the flower only to find it missing. Then it only got worse from there.
A sharp pain stabbed her in the back and she dropped to the ground. Eyes watering as she felt her body being forcefully warped. Bones snapped and replaced, muscle expanded and shrunk, eyes blacking out as lines of ones and zeros scrolled overtop where eyes once were. Her code forcefully being rewritten from the inside out.
“Wh- Wh- WHAT IS this- THIS HE- E- E- ELL!?” *She screeched, glitching out before her neck snapped and everything went black.
Hours, Days, Weeks passed before she woke. Her body groggy but no longer in pain. She slowly stood up from where she had been and felt this… Hunger. One she had never felt before. She craved the pure, the innocent, the sinless. Her brain chemistry changed. She was no longer Amy. Only a wretched virus that gutted her out of this body to inhabit it for itself…
