And so, I start a new story. Go on; rip on me, but I have commitment issues, so sue me Anyways, this is an OC story and sending yours in would be greatly appreciated. One of my OC's is already on, so yeah, but I also need a host. I don't get one I can use Mist but I thought it would be cool to receive a few. On with the story!

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Amy twirled carelessly to her favorite tune that was blasting over her rickety radio, waiting patiently for her cookies to finish in the oven. She pirouetted clumsily and giggled as her feet crossed over and she fell. A slight Ding! Announced that her cookies were indeed finished and she got to her feet, picking a silver fork off the bench and, after opening the oven door with an oven mitt on, pushed it into the doughy chocolate. When she drew it out and looked at the gooey fork with confusion (special baking technique, if you think your pastry is done put a fork in it and if it comes out clean the cookies are done! If it's gooey they still need to bake).

She realized the ding sounded amazingly familiar to her doorbell and she snickered at her dopiness, throwing the fork into her bubble-filled sink. She trotted happily to the door and swung it open with a cheerful:

"Hiya!" but nobody was there, only the occasional leaf blowing by in the cool autumn wind. She blinked a few times and looked around her cottage for the source. Finally she noticed the white note sitting on her 'Welcome!' mat. She crouched (deciding not to bring it in) and picked it up as if it were the most fragile flower. She broke the tiny flame seal imprinted onto it with her fingernail and pulled out the fragile paper with her thumb and index finger.

Dear Ms. Rose

We are delighted to inform you that you and some of your closest friends have been chosen to stay on our wonderful island, Takihutu, for our Survivor show.

Although I doubt you haven't seen the Human show, I will explain it to you in this letter:

28 contestants, four teams. 8 weeks. 1 winner. You must survive in the wilderness with limited supplies and daily challenges and rewards. All leading up to the smoking gun, 1,000,000 rings and an all-expenses paid trip anywhere on Earth or Mobius. Or maybe you just want the experience. Either way, you will be viewed by a whole world or beyond as you struggle in one of the harshest environments on our world.

Interested? If you want to join, please show up at our studios, the address is on the envelope. If not, then stay at home. Your choice.

Thank-you.

No matter how many times Amy read the letter, she still didn't believe. At first she didn't want to go, then she noticed; 'and a few of your closest friends'… A whole 8 weeks with Sonic! On an island! How R.O.M.A.N.T.I.C! Oooh, she was getting tingles just thinking about it! A whole new chance to get cozy with H.I.M! Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayay!!! (sorry about the capitols, I just thought because she's a bit eccentric!)

First things first. Get cookies out. Pack. Eat cookies. Call Rouge and Cream and Knuckles (providing he actually bought a phone) and Tails and… and… Oooooooooh! She was so exited!

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This chapter was careless. A boring start to a rather interesting fic! I just needed something to give you an idea on the story. About your OC's, I need the bare essentials, Hair, name, personality, what they wear etc. plus these things. (knowing you can only enter 1) Love interest, bathing suit, Friends plus enemies. AAAAnd, why they are on the show (money, luurve, experience, they were forced, whatever.)

I can only accept 19 OC's (plus a host) and the people in this fic are: Amy, Rouge, Cream, Charity, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Espio and Shadow.