(Author's Note: This One-Shot is set in the "Sonic Boom" continuity and written with the cast being a fair bit older in mind.)

It was a dreadfully average afternoon.

Amy Rose and Sticks the Jungle Badger were sitting on the sidelines as they observed Sonic and Knuckles engaged in a brutal round of volleyball to kill the boredom. Neither Sonic nor Knuckles backed down as they swatted the ball back and forth. Both of the hedgehog and the echidna were determined to be the victor.

Amy was admiring Sonic's skill and agility with the smile she always had on her face when Sonic wasn't looking, but she was broken from her thoughts when Sticks made a rather peculiar statement.

"He's too perfect, you know." Sticks said.

Amy blinked and shifted her gaze towards the jungle badger. "What?"

"Sonic. He's too perfect. I'm fairly certain he's either an alien or an angelic agent of the higher powers that be." Sticks said.

"Sticks, I'm fairly certain that Sonic isn't an alien or an angel. He's just a guy." Amy said with a roll of her eyes.

"Come on, Amy! Just think about it! Just look at his perfect athletic physique. It's like he was a statue molded from clay!" Sticks said, wildly flailing her arms around for dramatic effect.

"We both know that Sonic just does his best to stay in good shape. There's nothing too unnatural about his physique, he is..." Amy sheepishly shifted her gaze. "He's just really good at staying in shape."

"Wake up, Amy. It isn't just about his body. He's too heroic! He always steps forward to foil the dastardly shenanigans of Dr. Eggman or whoever the villain of the week is! He doesn't think about himself at all. He doesn't hesitate to put others above himself. He fights evil-doers because he knows it's the right thing to do! It's bizarre!"

Amy tilted her head. "I'm not following, Sticks. Sonic is a hero. There's nothing wrong or otherworldly about somebody that stands for what is right."

Sticks groaned and rubbed her temples. "You're not listening. I'm telling you that Sonic is hiding something from us. Can we really say we know who or what he is?"

"Sticks."

"I mean, just look at his face! Are you seriously going to tell me that somebody born of this mortal plane could really be that handsome? Look at him. Hot dang! You only see a face that perfect in manga!"

"S-S-S-Sticks?" Amy stammered.

"And! And! Just look at those well-groomed hedgehog quills. How does he keep them so stylish? How?! You can't do that with hair gel! I don't think Sonic even buys hair gel!" Sticks said.

"I-I-I-I-I thought you said it wasn't about his body."

"Those arms with just the right amount of muscle on them."

"Sticks. No."

"That rear end that must have been sculpted by a heavenly artisan." Sticks' voice trailed off and a small smile appeared on her face.

"For the love of God, Sticks!" Amy screamed and buried her face in her hands. Her cheeks were burning.

Sonic and Knuckles paused in their game and turned to stare at Sticks and Amy.

Sonic glanced at Knuckles, and Knuckles responded with a shrug.

Sonic looked back at the girls and waved.

"I'm on to you, Demigod!" Sticks screeched and pointed an accusing finger at the hedgehog.

As much as Amy wanted to disappear in that moment, she had to admit that Sticks certainly knew how to breathe life into the dullest days.

Although, she didn't know how to feel about the fact that she was pretty sure she had - in a most unusual way - just gained a rival for Sonic's affections.