You are a Mobian who’s been living in this island village with Sonic’s friends for a good while now.

You’d always find some way to help out from the sidelines, and they all appreciated you and thought you were a great help.

Except for one of them. That being Sticks, of course, as she would always be paranoid of you and accuse you of things you never did or things you aren’t even if you’ve known each other for quite some time now.

Today was not, as you had just finished helping the group with some robotic attack, but once you did, Sticks immediately stared you down with a scrutinized look.

“Well, what was it this time, ghost boy? Did you call these robots here? Or are you just making sure we’re tired so you can sneak attack us later?”

As she had her boomerang pressed on your chest, she kept her eyes locked on yours, demanding an answer.