Areeta and the butterfly took their seats at the dining table. Not all of the guests had arrived for breakfast yet. The only other people in the room were Espio and Cream who were chatting amicably, drinking tea and Shadow who sat with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

"Good morning," said Areeta.

"Morning!" the three Mobians replied.

Areeta glanced at the clock in the room.

"8:30, I take it not all of you guys are early risers?"

"Rouge prefers being awake at night. If she could, she'd sleep till dusk," said Shadow, his tone matter of fact.

"I saw Sonic leave on a morning run," added Cream. "Blaze went for a walk."

"Charmy's getting ready," said Espio, taking a sip of his tea. "When I walked passed it, Knuckles' room was empty. Anybody else should be here soon."

"Speaking of Charmy..." said Shadow.

Charmy walked through the door and plopped down in the seat directly across from the butterfly who looked at him curiously.

"Morning," said the young bee drowsily with a large yawn. He set his helmet on the chair next to him and rubbed the back of his head.

The butterfly continued to stare at him, only now she was standing up on her chair and leaning over the table.

Charmy took notice and gazed back at her with a perplexed expression on his face.

"Why don't you ever smile?" asked Charmy.

The butterfly tilted her head to the side as Charmy stood on his chair and leaned over the table. She felt him put his hands on her face and pull the sides of her mouth upwards.

"Charmy, what are you doing?" asked Espio in annoyance.

"Nothing bad," he replied.

He let go of the girl's face and she returned to her neutral expression.

Seeing this, the bee once again forced her face into a smile. Areeta watched them in amusement. The butterfly didn't resist him as he continued to mess with her face. She just continued to stare at him, taking in all his features. Something was itching her in the back of her mind. It was was an image; it was fuzzy ,but she could at least make out two colors, black and yellow. They were really close to her, and seemed to be saying something but, the words were impossible to understand.

The boy was familiar to her. Sure he was one of the first people she saw when she was released from her capsule ,but for some reason, it felt like she had known him longer. She had heard his voice before then. She had felt his touch before then but, how was that possible?

'Maybe that image I saw had something to do with it?' she thought to herself.

Unbeknownst to her, as her mind continued to ponder these questions, her intelligence increased slightly.

She glanced to the side at her creator. Areeta looked back at her with a knowing look.

As Charmy continued to mess with her face, the other guests could be heard coming toward the dining room.

Sonic was the first to reach the door.

"Morning!" He greeted brightly. "How did you guys-"

Sonic stopped in the middle of his sentence as he saw Charmy leaning over the table and messing with the butterfly's face. He recovered quickly from the strange sight and smiled.

"I see that you're getting along VERY well with our new friend, Charmy."

"Hm..." came his distracted reply as he continued to try to make the butterfly smile.

The others came through the door talking amongst themselves.

"Good morning," greeted Amy and Blaze as they walked to their seats.

Vector walked in and immediately notice Charmy and the butterfly on the table. "Er, what's going on with them?"

"Charmy's trying to get her to smile," stated Areeta. "Charmy, it's time to eat, please get off the table."

"Okay..." said Charmy as he sat back in his seat as the chefs began bringing out plates of pancakes.

The others took their respective seats and the pancakes were set in the center of the table for the guests to take.

"Oh and Pumpkin, please leave some pancakes for the rest of our guests. Not all of them are early risers," said Areeta ,as she took for herself the fluffy round disks.

The orange and white beagle nodded her head before turning back towards the kitchen.

Before the beagle could leave, Areeta thought up another request.

"By the way, do we happen to have any liquid honey?"

"I don't know, I'll go check," she replied as she walked through the doorway.

Areeta waited patiently for the dog to return. She already knew the answer to her question. Not to long ago the last of the honey had been used on a sore throat.

The beagle came back in and shook her head. "I apologize ,but we seem to be out of honey."

"That's okay, I'll make due without," replied Areeta as she picked up the syrup and spread it on her pancakes. She watched as the beagle went back into the kitchen before turning to Charmy, who was sitting next to her.

"Charmy, do you happen to have any honey on you?"

"Of course!" said Charmy as he pulled out a large pot of honey from where Areeta assumed to be hammerspace. The pot was about his body size though he seemed to have little trouble setting it on the table.

The butterfly looked at the honey with wide eyed curiosity.

"Huh, you do have some. Kinda thought I was stereotyping there," said Areeta with a small amount of surprise.

"Believe it or not, he carries that stuff everywhere with him. God knows where he gets it all from," stated Vector before stuffing his face full of pancakes.

Areeta's mind automatically went to how non-mobian bees made their honey and briefly wondered if it was the same for Mobian ones. She pushed the thought out of her head and decided to focus on the task at hand.

"You want to see my OC smile right?"

Charmy nodded vigorously.

"Well, I'll give you a little hint about her: she's very fond of sweet things. If you feed her some of that honey, she'll smile."

"Really?"

"Really."

Charmy took up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of the honey. Anticipating her reaction, Charmy held out the spoon towards the butterfly.

The butterfly blinked before sniffing the thick, golden liquid.

Though Charmy had intended for her to take the spoon, after finding the scent to her liking she put the spoon in her mouth while he was still holding the handle.

She closed her eyes and took a moment to savor the honey.

A minute passed, and at this point, the others noticed what was happening near the head of the table. Charmy's arm was getting tired. He retracted his arm from the spoon and rubbed his muscle.

"Is she oka-"

The butterfly's eyes snapped open and the empty spoon fell out of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure. She grasped her cheeks, trying desperately to keep the sweet flavor within her grasp.

She broke out of her reverie when her gaze met Charmy's.

There was a tense moment.

The seconds felt like hours ,but finally, something changed.

A small smile came onto the butterfly's face.

Charmy, though a bit unnerved, smiled back.

The butterfly seemed to be made to smile. He found that the smile fit her face better than they neutral expression she usually had.

That was what he thought, you know, before she leaped over the table and tackled him.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Charmy as he felt the girl wrap her arms around his torso. The chair tipped backwards and the two of them fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Kid, are you okay?!" asked Vector, already up out of his seat.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," said Charmy from the dining room floor. "But she won't let go of me!" continued Charmy as he tried to push the girl off of him.

The butterfly just looked at him with her small smile stretched into a broad grin.

Areeta glanced at her handheld monitor as she got up to help Charmy.

"Wasn't what I was expecting, but entertaining none the less," she said, still looking at the monitor. "Thanks for your help ,Charmy."

"What?" came his confused reply.

"Traits Discovered: Cuddle Bug, Cheerful, and Sweet Tooth. Also, a new like in the Likes & Dislikes section. She likes sweet things."

"Um….You're welcome?" Charmy tried once more to push the girl off of him, but she just adjusted her position on him and stared at him with a perplexed look.

'I know you from somewhere. I can almost feel it. I've known you for a long time, but…..How?' she thought to herself.

Areeta had said his name was Charmy. Whenever she thought about him, the blurred black and yellow image would come back into her head.

"Let go of him," said Areeta, interrupting her thoughts.

The butterfly glanced at her creator before getting up off of the boy and going around the table back to her seat. She resumed eating her food absent-mindedly, occasionally glancing up at the bee across from her as he righted his chair and sat down again. As she did this, her curiosity trait went into overdrive. She wanted to know. She wanted to know why he was so familiar to her. She wanted to know what that image that she saw was about. She wanted to know if he was linked to it. She wanted to know why she wanted to be around him more…..

She looked to her master, who continued to eat her pancakes without noticing her creation's gaze. The butterfly had so many questions ,but she couldn't ask them directly, for she didn't have a voice to communicate the words with.

After breakfast, Areeta once again took the butterfly aside to do some work on her.

"Thanks to Charmy unlocking some more of your personality traits, I can unlock one of your hobbies," said Areeta as she walked with the butterfly back to her room. "You're going love the outfits I have for you!"

Areeta opened her bedroom door and let the butterfly inside. The butterfly sat on the bed and watched as her master moved about the room, first to get a camera on her shelf, into the closet to pull out a chest.

The butterfly looked at the chest with curiosity as it was pulled in front of her. Areeta knelt down and opened it up. She dug around inside the trunk while murmuring to herself. The butterfly tried to look over her shoulder to see what was inside it, just as her master got up to show her what she had pulled out.

"Voila!" she said pulling out a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz costume.

The butterfly's eyes widened at the sight of the light blue dress.

"Nice, right? I made a bunch of these costumes the day after you were released," she said looking at the costume. "Do you want to try it on?"

The butterfly's blue eyes sparkled and she nodded her head vigorously.

"Then come over here and let me help you with your dress."

Areeta helped the little girl into the blue, knee length dress and took a step back to look at her.

'Hm, not good enough….' she thought to herself.

She went back to the chest and took out white socks, red slippers, two blue ribbons, and a basket with a stuffed dog in it.

With the addition of these things and a change of hairstyle, the butterfly had the perfect Dorothy costume.

"Go look at yourself," she told the butterfly as she pushed her towards the mirror.

As the butterfly gazed upon her reflection, she was amazed at what she saw. This was the first time she had ever seen what she looked like, and to be honest, she couldn't say she was unsatisfied.

She pressed her hands to the glass to make sure it was really her. When the reflection copied her movements, she was assured that the person in the mirror was her. She continued to look at herself with a smile. As she continued to stare, her self esteem rose.

While the butterfly was busy staring at herself, Areeta busied herself with making a background.

In her hands were a pencil and her cellphone. On her cell she was looking up scenes from the Wizard of Oz. When she found a good one, she turned to a bare wall in her room and waved the pencil in front of it.

The end of the pencil began to glow and emit purple sparks.

Seeing the glowing object in the mirror, the butterfly turned around to look at her master. Her jaw dropped and she let out a small gasp as she witnessed the bare wall transform into a picture of the yellow brick road.

"Are you ready to take a picture?" asked Areeta nonchalantly as she pocketed the pencil and phone.

The butterfly looked back and forth between the wall and her creator in shock.

Areeta followed her gazed before she let out a small chuckle. "Oh, that. Don't worry about it, I was just using my author powers."

The butterfly gave her a confused look.

"You see, I'm not from this dimension. I'm actually from somewhere else where the world you see around you is considered fictional. I came here to write something called a fanfiction about this world. Since I've come here as an author, I've been given the ability to alter this world's reality, using this," she said, as she pulled back out the pencil. "Using this, I can add, alter, or take away things from this world according to the needs of my story. I actually made that dress you're wearing using it. Pretty cool ,right?"

The butterfly looked at her master in awe before shaking her head vigorously.

Areeta gave a small grin. "Come on, let's take a few pictures."

The butterfly walked in front of the background and looked at the camera.

"Er, could you pose or something?" asked Areeta.

'Pose?' thought the butterfly. She had never posed for a picture before, and she wasn't familiar with the character she was dressed as.

Trying the best she could to make a good pose, she turned slightly to the side, hugged the basket containing the puppy, and popped her leg up.

"Good," said Areeta as she put the camera to her face. "Now smile!"

The butterfly smiled for the camera and the flash went off.

After taking three pictures, Areeta walked back to the chest and gestured to it with her hand.

"Do you want to try on more?"

If it was possible to smile any bigger than she already had, the butterfly just did it.

'Yes please!'

Areeta took the pictures off her desk and felt their smooth, shiny surfaces. There was one of each outfit, all of them being modelled by a small, cute butterfly.

After the first few pictures, the butterfly had gotten really into it and came up with some great poses.

'Kawaii…...' thought Areeta as she looked at her creation in the various costumes. 'Maybe I should have made her a model instead of a detective…...Then again, she probably wouldn't interact with the others as much if she was.'

She looked through all the pictures, from the maid dress to the sailor fuku, from the ballerina to the white nurse dress, from the Sherlock Holmes costume to the Thor costume, from the Sailor Moon dress to the teddy bear suit.

'Definitely keeping these...' thought Areeta.

It was then that she felt somebody's presence, knocking her out of her reverie. Before she could react, she felt the pictures snatched from her hand.

She turned to see Shadow standing beside her.

There was a moment of silence as Shadow looked at the pictures.

"Why did you take a picture of a nine year old in fetish wear?" he said, looking up at her and holding the photos in which the butterfly was in maid and nurse dresses.

"Wha?" said Areeta with a bewildered look.

"Perverted zoophilic lolicon. I better warn the others," he said as he took the photos and skated out the room.

Areeta looked at the door with a confused expression before gasping loudly and running after the hedgehog.

"SHADOW!"