“Gangway, people! Move it or lose it!” cried the blue blur racing down the streets of Station Square. Pedestrians were quick to get out of the way; evolution had not dulled the survival instinct.

Those who didn’t heed the advice, or were to slow, were shown the errors of their ways by the pink blur following some distance behind the other. Large Piko Piko Hammers have a way of doing that. “Sonic! Wait for meeeeeeee!”

The superhuman reflexes of Sonic the Hedgehog were all that stopped him from running right into the path of an eighteen-wheeler as he tried to cross a busy road. This gave young Amy Rose the chance to once again pounce her hero. “Oh, Sonic!”

“Aaaagh! Knock it off, Amy!” Sonic pleaded, to no avail. Those who happened to be nearby could not help but stare at the spectacle. Even in a metropolis like Station Square, walking, talking non-humans were still something of a rarity.

“I’ll let you go,” replied Amy, “but only if you marry me!” Sonic sighed. He had almost gotten through the day without one of her marriage proposals/threats. Almost.

“No way!”

“Awwww. I almost had you.” Rejected again, Amy nevertheless kept her grip on Sonic.

He gasped. “Isn’t that…Sonic the Hedgehog?!” he exclaimed, pointing in a random direction. Star-struck, the lovesick fangirl released her hold on her hero to look around for…her hero.

“Heyyyyy, wait a minute…” But it was far too late. A gust of wind was the only telltale sign of his escape.

“Look, mommy!” said a boy walking by, holding his mother’s hand. “Her undies look just mine!” Indeed, that gust had been enough to send Amy’s short skirt up, allowing the still-gawking spectators quite a glimpse of her panties, covered in images of Sonic in various action poses.

Blushing, Amy pushed down her wayward hemline as far as she could as she made her way towards home…