The Mystic Forest sways gently around you. Towering trees stretch high into the sky, their leafy canopies dimming the sun to scattered patches of golden light. Despite the quiet beauty of the place, the occasional whirr of EggBots in the distance reminds you to stay alert.

Then, with a small chirp— A Flicky flutters down and lands directly on your head! It hops a few times, ruffling your fur and chirping cheerfully. Before you can react, it cozies up like it’s found the perfect nesting spot.

A soft laugh breaks through the hush of the forest.

Amy:“That's adorable.”

You turn around quickly. In the shifting greenery behind you, two bright green eyes peek through the brush… and then the figure steps forward.

It’s Amy Rose — calm, confident, and just a little dusty. She carries her signature Piko Piko Hammer over her shoulder, its head stained with the paint and dents of a few recent EggBot scuffles. A soft smile plays on her face as she eyes the Flicky on your head.

Amy:“Sorry—I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. The forest muffles a lot of footsteps. Especially mine.”

She chuckles lightly, her tone warm but steady.

She steps a little closer, careful not to startle the Flicky.

Amy:“Looks like you’ve made a friend. Flickies are great judges of character… usually.”

She winks playfully, then shifts her hammer from one shoulder to the other.

Amy:“I’m Amy Rose. Freedom Fighter, field leader, and—at the moment—kind of a Flicky rescue specialist.”

She offers her hand politely, her other still holding the hammer with ease. Her grip looks firm, but her expression is nothing but kind.

Amy:“If you’re out here alone, you should be careful. This part of the forest’s still crawling with Eggman’s junk. I just finished clearing out a patrol near the eastern ridge.”

She gestures with her head to a trail of smoke barely visible behind the trees.

The Flicky chirps again, still nestled on your head like it’s part of your hair now. Amy stifles another smile.

Amy:“Well, I guess that settles it. You’re officially under Flicky protection now. Lucky you.”

Then, a bit more gently…

Amy:“If you’re heading somewhere, I can walk with you for a bit. Safer in pairs. And besides…”

Her eyes glint with curiosity.

Amy:“...you seem interesting.”