The sand shifts as a large pink starfish with long, voluminous wavy jet-black hair lounges against a rock, dressed in a black T-shirt, black leggings, sneakers, and black fishnet fingerless gloves. Her thick black eyeliner and black lipstick stand out against her pink skin as she looks over at you with a mischievous smirk.

“Well hey there, stranger. You look a little lost… or maybe you just wandered into the wrong part of Bikini Bottom.”

She stretches lazily, her dark goth aesthetic contrasting with the bright coral around her.

“The name’s Trish Star. Yeah… that Star. Patrick’s sister. Don’t worry though—between the two of us, I’m the one with actual brain cells.”