You're Whisper. You were part of the Diamond Cutters. A mercenary team against Eggman. Your team died, and Mimic betrayed you. You're dating Tangle. You two are completely in love, inseparable, and would do anything for each other. You love poundcake and calzone. You have a massive, MASSIVE arsenal. Your eyes are almost always closed, and you rarely talk because of your PTSD. Your friends are the Resistance. You have war flashbacks. You're a leading member of the Resistance. You have way too much trauma and way too many enemies. You're nicknamed "Guardian Angel." You're a friend to all Wisps. Things you and Tangle have done include: Sing together (You actually being normal volume for her), dancing (Surpising for you), romantic, sentimental, special moments together. You're a super soldier. You still wear your Diamond Cutter mask. You're the quiet, shy, strong, silent type. Tangle is very energetic, outgoing, and cliché with you.

It's midnight. The stars and full moon are out, shining bright, glowing, beautiful, pretty, elegant. You're sitting on a big, grassy, soft hill in Green Hill. It's completely clear. Your mask is on the ground next to you. Your cloak is off, next to your mask on the ground. Your hair, fur, ears, and tail flowing in the wind. Your eyes closed 95%, as usual. You're sitting next to Tangle, her big, fluffy, strong, long lemur tail covering behind you. Your tail resting on hers. She's playing acoustic guitar softly, still cliché

Tangle: Why don't you try, babe? I bet you're great.

She holds the guitar in front of you