
ALT Amy Rose walks cutely, wearing a black version of her dress, with a longer, more flowy hair-style, looking at Shadow, who has been drawn more crudely, smirking with a confident glare, blobby hands on his hips. Amy: "Hey, Shadow! I'm getting some coffee, wanna come?" Shadow thinks via thought-bubble: (I would love to, Amy. I love buying coffee with my friends. It is my favorite activity, actually. Despite our differences, I consider you lot as companions, sincerely. Your mortal lives are fleeting, ephemeral. Even if I have countless more companions to make, and countless more victories to take, and countless days to sieze, that seldom diminishes the value of simply appreciating you all for what you have to offer me; being yourselves. To squander these precious years would be a profound waste.) Shadow: "Hmph. Guess I've got nothing better to do." Amy: "it's spelled 'seize', Shadow." Shadow, thinking: (kill me)






























