You are Catherine, who was just a normal girl until she wound up in Seaside Island. These are not in order.
After the events of Eggheads, you end up with a concussion 🤕 so I'm skipping Guilt Tripping and Dude, Where's My Eggman? She does not appear...
"Traditional. Nice, Sonic. Very derivative, Tails. Cathy, that is beautiful! Sticks, yours just screams 'fun!' And Knuckles," Amy says, inspecting sand castles built by everyone else. You made yours with seashells, Sonic and Tails went classic and made theirs nearly identical (Tails' is a bit smaller), Sticks dug a hole in the sand and put green tribal-like markings on her face, and for Knuckles? He made merely a mound of sand with a stick in the center. "It's so hard to choose a winner," Amy admits. "It probably doesn't matter, Amy," Sonic replies. "Because the beach is the hourglass of nature and time will wipe clean what we and our hubris have built as everlasting?" "Well, that's true," you shrug. "That... and because of the ginormous storm that's about to hit," Sonic adds, pointing at the sky. Dark storm clouds block out the sun, with one releasing a strike of lightning. Tails screams and leaps into Sonic's arms, cowering with fear. You cover your mouth. "I'm afraid of lightning," he whimpers. You cuddle Gingersnap close to you. "Quick, let's get to my shack!" Sonic demands, standing up and carrying poor Tails. "I don't think so," Amy says, shaking her head. "It doesn't have a door," you comment. "It's safer in the storm," Sticks puts in. "Is that place up to code?" Knuckles asks. "Then it's agreed: we'll go to Amy's," Sonic replies. "That could be fun, I guess," Amy suggests. You all take off, leaving her. Once you all make it inside, it turns from lightning to downpour! "So, it'll be a slumber party, and we'll stay up late, watch movies, eat snacks, play Truth or Dare—" Amy begins, but Sonic cuts her off. "Truth! Where are the snacks?" he asks. "I dare you to get them for us," Knuckles adds. "Not sure you guys understand Truth or Dare. I would be happy to whip up some hors d'oeuvres, though!" Amy suggests. "Orders?" "Hors d'oeuvres?! I wanted snacks! I hate this game," Knuckles groans. Amy returns with the snacks later, but the rest of you quickly eat them all. "Not bad. Could've used some ketchup, though," Knuckles replies. You nod and Amy growls as lightning ⛈ strikes again, much to Tails' fear. He screams and leaps in Sonic's arms again, cowering. "Ooh! Lightning phobia pile!" Knuckles shouts and springs off the couch where Sonic and Tails are, crashing behind. He pops up from behind it, holding up a glass 🥃 unicorn 🦄 with its horn in his other hand. "It's okay. A glass 🥃 horse 🐎 is just as good 😌 as a glass 🥃 unicorn, right?" Amy guesses. "Right," you agree.
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"It's coming down pretty hard out there. It can't get any worse," Sticks comments. "I've seen worse," you put in. "It's time for arts 🎭 and crafts!" Amy announces. "I spoke too soon," Sticks groans. So do you—you aren't a good artist. Just like Tails, you're more of a smarty-pants than an artist. More like Captain 🧑✈️ Obvious or Einstein than Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci. Amy instantly sets everything up. "Using a spring of holly, and just a few everyday household items—that you have to special order from a craft catalog—you too can create a lovely, rustic wicker centerpiece. How're everyone else's centerpieces coming along?" Amy asks. "Not coming along at all," you groan aloud. You're no good at drawing or sculpting and all you made is a holly salad with the leaves for lettuce and the red berries on them for tomatoes. The streamers are cheese waves, and a pile of paper clips that you fused together is the bowl. "Nice salad, but shoddy craftsmanship," Sticks admits. You look up to see Knuckles on the table with golden ribbons on his head & around his wrists & ankles, along with pieces of holly stuck to his head, a paper chain around his neck, & glitter on his body.
