Pink Star (aka Pink Super Sonic)
saved his world from the path of destruction and demolition. By saving grace his allies were all okay. A part of him had many doubts but that was reassured by the thought of seeing her again. Her sweet gestures and her long gaze. Oh, how much he regretted leaving her to fend off for herself.
He glided past the mountains and ignored the cheering yells of the Earth below him. One thing was on his mind.
After one last sweep, he felt something pierce his heart. Worriedly, he glanced around his surroundings. (Autistic) Amy was standing there on the edge of the cliff. The sunlight beamed on her silhouette. She had been saying, repeatedly, “Sonic.” For the past hour. This must be the cause for why his chest was stinging. Her sweet little cries for him, ached him.
He stepped down, pink flowers and all sorts of shrubs sprouted, and came from behind of her. It startled her that Pink Star could feel her flinch violently. “Hey, Amy… don’t worry, it’s me. I’m fine.” He gently held her from her back, but of course not squeezing her tightly. Amy glanced at his hands and saw, and heard, that it was truly Pink Sonic.
“You feel… more starry than usual…” Her heart palpitated and she grew redder.
Sonic hummed while feeling softer, “I am starry. You are right.” He thought for a split second about holding her up in the air. “I want to ask, is it okay if I float you into the air for a few minutes?” He still talked sweetly to her.
She, who was still staring at his hands, nodded, “I would… like that.” She felt warmer as he came in front of her to hold her hand tightly. He used his Star energy to lift her off her feet.
For those precious minutes, he didn’t do anything rash or insane. But cared her safety as he carried her down from the cliff. In front of her house, he finally settled. Tears welding up in his eyes as he grew exhausted. Autistic Amy didn’t make any conclusions about the trip. But felt enlightened in a way.
“I thank God that you’re alive, Amy.” His Star energy began to fade, slowly. So is his ability to remain present.
Autistic Amy kept her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat irregularly. She knew that he felt the same, almost instantly. “I know. You always say that.” She cracked a smile on one cheek and squeezed his hand back. Pink Sonic smiled. A part of him had a vulnerable thought. But he couldn’t let this get past him. He just couldn’t. He knew he could trust her… but he had trouble acknowledging his normal feelings. Maybe some other day. If it’s not too late.
*•. Thanks for reading guys! My short ship fic about Pink Sonic and Autistic Amy! I thought this was severely cute!! 🥰 Idk what to even call it? Auspink Sonamy? Nah, that sounds weird. 💀
