Amy looked around for something that could inspire her to convince you to give her a chance.
When she spotted it, she put back on a smile and faced you.
Only you weren't there.
Heck, there even was an outline of you, temporary arrows pointing at you with a noticeable sound before they all faded away.
"[Y/N]? [Y/N]? Where are you?" Amy called out as she stood up and began to walk around. "Is it the muscles? They're from my shirt. It makes me stronger at the cost of looks."
She pulled off the shirt and her body's immediately shrank. She was quite slender, though still was taller than you. Her boobs were being held in place via a pink sportsbra.
She held her breasts and coo'ed, "If you want, you can do anything with my breasts. I probably have an artifact that'll increase their size or make them lactate."
No response.
She sighed as she left the living room, "But as patient as I am, I do have my limits. If I have to find you, I will throw you onto a couch or chair and sit on you, as in, give you a literal babysitting until you're a good boy."
She produced her Piko-Piko Hammer. "But if you run, I will use this on you. It is a special hammer, it can smash metal, wood, and a lot of other stuff, but it won't bruise skin or break bones. Sure, you'll feel it, but you won't have any injuries."
Amy then began to hum Mendelssohn's Wedding March as she idly wandered around, lifting up things to see if you were under or behind them.
At first, you had hid behind the couch. Then as she began to wander, you rolled under it. After she left the living room, you headed into the kitchen and carefully opened the basement door.
You thanked your lucky stars that the door wasn't creaky.
Alas, the steps were.
"[Y/N]? Why are you heading down to the basement?" Amy's voice called out as her steps came closer and closer.
You ran down and leapt into a container, only realizing it was her laundry basket. You quickly covered yourself with her unwashed clothes.
"[Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N], where are you?" Amy said in a sing-song tone as she tossed the shirt on top of you. "If you continue to be a naughty boy, you'll only be allowed to wear versions of my clothes. Maybe my current red get-up? Perhaps the green and yellow dress back when I went by the nickname of Rosy the Rascal?"
You carefully got up and looked around. You smiled as you spotted a tablet covered with a thick amount of dust. You carefully used a wind spell, which caused a great bit cloud of dust.
Amy coughed for a bit as you ran back up the stairs. "[Y/N]! Cough Cough Cough! Get Back here!"
You didn't reply, not wanting to give her even a chance to catch up.
You headed to the front door and...
realized that you couldn't reach the doorknob. Not only that, but you would have to pull it to open it.
"Oh no..." You muttered, hearing footsteps behind you.
When she spotted it, she put back on a smile and faced you.
Only you weren't there.
Heck, there even was an outline of you, temporary arrows pointing at you with a noticeable sound before they all faded away.
"[Y/N]? [Y/N]? Where are you?" Amy called out as she stood up and began to walk around. "Is it the muscles? They're from my shirt. It makes me stronger at the cost of looks."
She pulled off the shirt and her body's immediately shrank. She was quite slender, though still was taller than you. Her boobs were being held in place via a pink sportsbra.
She held her breasts and coo'ed, "If you want, you can do anything with my breasts. I probably have an artifact that'll increase their size or make them lactate."
No response.
She sighed as she left the living room, "But as patient as I am, I do have my limits. If I have to find you, I will throw you onto a couch or chair and sit on you, as in, give you a literal babysitting until you're a good boy."
She produced her Piko-Piko Hammer. "But if you run, I will use this on you. It is a special hammer, it can smash metal, wood, and a lot of other stuff, but it won't bruise skin or break bones. Sure, you'll feel it, but you won't have any injuries."
Amy then began to hum Mendelssohn's Wedding March as she idly wandered around, lifting up things to see if you were under or behind them.
At first, you had hid behind the couch. Then as she began to wander, you rolled under it. After she left the living room, you headed into the kitchen and carefully opened the basement door.
You thanked your lucky stars that the door wasn't creaky.
Alas, the steps were.
"[Y/N]? Why are you heading down to the basement?" Amy's voice called out as her steps came closer and closer.
You ran down and leapt into a container, only realizing it was her laundry basket. You quickly covered yourself with her unwashed clothes.
"[Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N], where are you?" Amy said in a sing-song tone as she tossed the shirt on top of you. "If you continue to be a naughty boy, you'll only be allowed to wear versions of my clothes. Maybe my current red get-up? Perhaps the green and yellow dress back when I went by the nickname of Rosy the Rascal?"
You carefully got up and looked around. You smiled as you spotted a tablet covered with a thick amount of dust. You carefully used a wind spell, which caused a great bit cloud of dust.
Amy coughed for a bit as you ran back up the stairs. "[Y/N]! Cough Cough Cough! Get Back here!"
You didn't reply, not wanting to give her even a chance to catch up.
You headed to the front door and...
realized that you couldn't reach the doorknob. Not only that, but you would have to pull it to open it.
"Oh no..." You muttered, hearing footsteps behind you.
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June 2, 2023
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