Charge: Well, here it is! My OC party!

*pauses for applause and cheers*

Charge: Thank you! This is my longest, most random chapter yet, so I hope you like it! Thanks go to StarVix, Solar the Cat and Yin Blaze for allowing me to use their OC's! And also to StarVix for the hot dog chugging contest idea!

*more cheers*

Charge: Also featuring a special musical performance by me!

*cricket chirp*

Charge: Did I mention the songs are by Coldplay?

*cheers*

Charge: That's more like it! ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

Disclaimer: Do not own Sonic the Hedgehog (Sega), Sonic the Hedgehog (Archie), McDonalds, Allstate Auto Insurance, Macintosh or Apple or any drink made by the Coca-Cola Company.

I do not own any songs mentioned in this song. All rights go to respective owners.

Star the Vixen is property of StarVix and is used with permission.

Solar the Cat is property of Solar the Cat and is used with permission.

Enzan the Hedgehog is property of Yin Blaze and is used with permission

LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sat at my kitchen table, staring blankly at the blue granite tabletop. I was letting my mind wander to places it really shouldn't about. Here are a few of the questions that were on my mind at the time:

Why doesn't McDonalds sell hot dogs?

Why is there a disclaimer on the Allstate Auto Insurance commercials that says "Not available in all states"?

Why are the little Styrofoam pieces called peanuts?

…and most importantly:

Why do Americans insult Canadians so much?

With that last question, my ears started to twitched. I sighed, my pinkie tapping my mug of rooibos tea with four sugars and a milk.

I was seriously stressed from the job of babysitting the eleven toddlers that had been my friends a few days ago.

That didn't mean that there weren't any perks to the job. I had taken a bunch of pictures on my IPhone that were the perfect blackmail material. These included pictures of Jet sleeping with his thumb in his mouth, Sonic writing a mash note to Amy and Shadow hugging his teddy bear.

I grinned. That last one was priceless!

For some reason, the first verse of Bleed it Out by Linkin Park was in my head. I sang it to the best of my abilities:

Yeah here we go for the hundredth time


Hand grenade pins in every line


Throw 'em up and let something shine

Going out of my freaking mind

Filthy mouth, no excuse


Find a new place to hang this noose


String me up from atop these roofs


Knot it tight so I won't get loose



Truth is you can stop and stare


Run myself out and no one cares


Dug a trench out, laid down there

With a shovel up out of reach somewhere



Yeah someone pour it in


Make it a dirt dance floor again

Say your prayers and stomp it out


When they bring that chorus in.

For some reason, I just stopped there. Maybe I got tired, or something, I dunno.

Instead, I started to think about that girl I met. Cloud's policy of ignoring me, through some freak twist of fate, somehow made me all the more interested in her.

I though of another song as I though of that light blue hedgehog. Coldplay had always been one of my favorite bands, and I always got sad when I listened to a certain song of theirs.

I got up, finished off the last of the tea, and went into a darkened room. The darkened room looked suspiciously like the stage of the Skydome in Toronto.

I sat down at my keyboard and switched the setting to Organ. I started to play chords. After a short period of time, I started to sing, strangely sounding like Chris Martin:

When you try your best but you don't succeed


When you get what you want but not what you need


When you feel so tired but you can't sleep


Stuck in reverse


And the tears come streaming down your face


When you lose something you can't replace


When you love someone but it goes to waste


Could it be worse?



Suddenly a backup singer came on.

Lights will guide you home


And ignite your bones


And I will try to fix you



My keyboard suddenly switched to piano setting. After playing for 14 seconds, an acoustic guitar started strumming.

And high up above or down below


When you're too in love to let it go


But if you never try you'll never know


Just what you're worth


Lights will guide you home


And ignite your bones


And I will try to fix you



All of a sudden, a massive crowd of Torontonians appeared screaming. I was standing there next to a keyboard with Jonny Buckland on guitar, Guy Berryman on bass and Will Champion on drums and backing vocals. After running around getting the crowd pumped, I ran back to my keyboard for the instumental.

After that was over, I started to sing along with the crowd.

Tears stream down your face


When you lose something you cannot replace


Tears stream down your face


And I


Tears stream down your face


I promise you I will learn from my mistakes


Tears stream down your face


And I

My vocal and piano solo started.

Lights will guide you home


And ignite your bones


And I will try to fix you.

After finishing Fix You, the crowd went insane. I stood up and gave them a two-finger salute. I felt awesome.

Canada is hands-down the best!

"Ready for another?" I asked the crowd.

The deafening scream that answered told me yes.

I got back to my keyboard and started to play Speed of Sound. The crowd went insane. As soon as I got to the lyrics, they were singing along:

How long before I get in?


Before it starts, before I begin


How long before you decide?


Before I know what it feels like



Where to? Where do I go?


If you've never tried then you'll never know

How long do I have to climb


Up on the side of this mountain of mine?



Look up, I look up at night


Planets are moving at the speed of light


Climb up, up in the trees


Every chance that you get is a chance you seize


How long am I gonna stand


With my head stuck under the sand?


I'll stop before I can stop


Or before I see things the right way up

All that noise and all that sound


All those places I got found



And birds go flying at the speed of sound


To show you how it all began


Birds came flying from the underground


If you could see it then you'd understand


Ideas that you'll never find


Or the inventors could never design

The buildings that you put up


Or Japan and China, all lit up



The sign that I couldn't read


Or a light that I couldn't see


Some things you have to believe


But others are puzzles, puzzling me



All that noise and all that sound


All those places I got found



And birds go flying at the speed of sound


To show you how it all began


Birds came flying from the underground


If you could see it then you'd understand


Oh, when you see it then you'll understand


*pause for instrumental*

All those signs I knew what they meant


Some things you can't invent


Some get made and some get sent, ooh

Birds go flying at the speed of sound


To show you how it all began


Birds came flying from the underground


If you could see it then you'd understand


Oh, when you see it then you'll understand

I finished off to screams. As I stood and looked up, I saw tens of thousands of fans screaming with joy.

'I've never been this popular before' I thought, eyes closed, as I basked in the glory of it all.

"What the heck are you doing?" said a familiar voice, layered with shock.

All of a sudden, the joy and happiness stopped. The crowd disappeared, the music screeched to a halt and I opened my eyes to see Blaze staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

I sighed "Well I was fantasizing about being Chris Martin, but now that that's over, nothing."

She rolled her eyes and left the room.

The next evening:

I sat and stared miserably at the wall. Blaze and Silver had taken the kids out for a movie. After Blaze interrupted my previous evening's fantasy, for which I did not want to repeat the steps necessary to repeat the event, and I sure wasn't up going to my local Anglican church, I had nothing to do for this evening.

Then, it hit me.

PARTY TIME!!!!!!

Yeah, perfect! Have a few people over, party for a while and then be refreshed for the babysitting job tomorrow. There was one problem with my logic.

Who would I invite?

That question soon answered itself as my doorbell rang. I went to answer it, unsure of who would call at this hour. I opened the door, expecting a traveling salesman or a government official.

Instead I got a red vixen with blonde hair and a white star-shaped birthmark wearing jeans and a grey shirt with a golden cross.

She giggled "Hi, I'm Star! I heard there's a party going on over here."

I stood with an open mouth. How the heck did she know that?

She cocked her head and looked at me strangely "Are you okay?"

I shook my head to get my thought together before replying "Yeah, sorry. I'm Charge. Charge the Cat."

"That name sounds familiar." she said quietly, looked at me strangely again "Your Canadian, aren't you?"

"O…….K, how did you get that?" I asked suspiciously.

She giggled again "Your accent, silly. And also the fact that you're wearing a red shirt that says Canada: True North Strong and Free. Can I come in?"

I guess that the accent and shirt would give it away.

I let her in, keeping an eye on her. I had a feeling that she was trouble.

She walked around with her hands behind her back, looking around the place. I noted that she stopped to admire the large African mask that I had picked up along with a large shipment of rooibos tea while in South Africa.

She continued her inspection, while I followed trying to decide whether she was just plain cute or if she was cute and trouble. Suddenly, she turned to face me.

"So where's the party?" she asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I grasped the back of my neck with one hand and nervously replied "Uh, well, you see, I wasn't quite prepared for a party before you showed up. Which begs the question: How did you know I was having a par-"

That's as far as I got before the doorbell rang again. A little afraid of what it might behold, I returned to the front hall.

I opened the door and was greeted face to face by a male purple cat, darker than Blaze.

We both jumped back in surprise before I realized that this was another guest.

"Hi, I'm Solar the Cat." my acquaintance introduced himself, extending a hand to shake.

"Charge the Cat. Pleased to meet you Solar." I said, shaking his hand a little uncertainly.

He stepped back and looked around while clearing his throat "I heard that there's a party going on around here."

"Well, there isn't one yet." I admitted "But with the ways are going, there could be one soon, so just consider yourself an early guest."

"Fine by me. Am I permitted to enter?" he inquired.

"By all means!" I said, stepping aside to allow him to enter.

He entered and, like Star, began to look around. I watched him, making sure he didn't try to sneak anything out, like I had seen on some documentary. All the while, I was wondering: "HOW THE HECK DID THESE TWO KNOW I WAS HAVING A PARTY?"

Solar also stopped to admire the mask and, unlike Star and nearly everyone else who saw the mask, actually read the inscription underneath the mask. The inscription read as follows:

Bonginkosi Lungile made this mask in the Kosi Bay village of South Africa.

Solar turned to me, eyes wide "You've been to South Africa? What's it like?"

"Yes I have been there, and it is the most amazing place that I've ever been, and that's saying a lot." I said, my voice trailing off as I became lost in thought. "But so many problems…"

I shook my head and returned to Station Square "Anyways, yes, I picked that up in Africa."

Star suddenly appeared and exclaimed: "WOW! I can't believe you've been to Africa!"

I smiled "You'd better believe it, 'cause it's true!"

Star suddenly switched topics "Who do you think will win the FIFA world cup?"

I was caught off guard. As I turned pondered the question, I reviewed my soccer knowledge from what little I had read online. As soon as I came to a decision, I turned to announce it to Star, only to discover she had disappeared again.

I palmed my face and wondered why I had let a vixen that couldn't stand still for more than a few seconds into my house.

That was the least of my worries as the doorbell rang again. Now expecting the worst, I walked up to the door and opened it to be greeted by a jet-black hedgehog with cyan stripes on his arms, sapphire blue eyes, two upward-turning quills and two long downward-turned quills that nearly touched his legs.

The hedgehog looked at me coolly before stating "Hullo, my name's Enzan."

"Mine's Charge. Nice to meet you, Enzan." I replied quietly "I assume you're here for the party?"

Enzan nodded "May I enter your house?"

I nodded as well and allowed him to enter my house.

The way things were going, my next guest could be General Romeo Dallaire, who, by the way, is a great man who tried to prevent the 1994 Rwandan Genocide and one of my heroes.

I allowed the black hedgehog to look around by himself, since I was busy looking for Star to make sure she was not touching anything important, namely my PlayStation.

I found her talking to Solar, who was obviously trying to escape from the onslaught of nonstop talking. He was nodding, a strained smile on his face as he slowly backed away from the vixen. Star was oblivious to all of this, still rambling on about something to do with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Then she saw…………the Master Cantaloupe.

The female fox walked over to it and picked it up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Solar make his escape. Star did not however, as she was caught up in her investigation of the cantaloupe. Turning it over in her hands, a small frown on her lips as she read the toddler handwriting on the side:

This ida proberty ob Knucles.

The s on this was backwards, property was written with a misshapen r and yet Star seemed to look at it as if it was a long-lost stuffed animal that she used to daunt over as a kid.

Out of the blue, she snapped her fingers, looked at the blue wall of my kitchen strangely and turned to face me, a smile the size of the state of Arkansas on her face.

"That's where I heard of you before!" she declared triumphantly. "Your that sucker…erm…guy who used my Baby Universe idea!"

"Wait a sec! I didn't use it, my creator did!" I exclaimed, then looking at the readers/writer "Please forget you read that, okay? I don't want any breaking of the fourth wall in my stories!"

Star's ears drooped "Aw, but that's what I do best!"

"My story, my rules." I said firmly "Now gimme back the Master Cantaloupe!"

Star hugged it tightly and said in a slightly maniacal voice "No!"

I rubbed my aching temples. This girl defiantly was nuts! And I so needed an aspirin.

"Fine, keep it for the story, smash it into a billion pieces for all I care!" I said, "Just don't expect me to sympathize when Baby Knuckles goes on the war path."

Star skipped away, giggling like a schoolgirl, holding the Master Cantaloupe like a baby.

I brushed a lock of hair of hair out of my twitching right eye, where it had fallen. I swear, if anyone else showed up who acted like Star showed up, I would have to be taken away in a straightjacket.

Suddenly I heard Enzan calling me "Hey, Charge! What's in this room?"

I jogged over to see him with his head stuck into the dark room mentioned yesterday.

"That's my performance room. It's like a Guitar Hero setup, except you play any song with any instrument perfectly at a concert in front of thousands of screaming fans." I explained "I stole…uh…borrowed the technology off G.U.N a few years back."

He turned to me, excitement in his blue eyes "Can I try it?"

I figured that a show or two wouldn't hurt "Sure! What do you want to play, on what instrument, and where?"

He thought for a second before replying "I'll take lead guitar for Violet Hill in Times Square, New York."

"I'll take vocals and piano." I said "Just gimme a sec to put it into the computer."

I approached said computer, which looked like a touch-screen IMac built into the wall. Starting it up, I typed in my name along with Enzan's. I then tapped bands, tapped Coldplay, tapped Violet Hill, checked off guitar, piano and vocals, tapped New York and selected Times Square. However, just before I pushed Start, Solar spoke from out of nowhere.

"What are you two up to?"

"Oh, I'm showing Enzan how my performance room works." I replied.

Enzan quickly added: "We're play Violet Hill in Times Square! Wanna join?"

Solar looked a little uncertain before asking "Is percussion open for use?"

"Yep, I'm fine with that." I replied lightly, "Unless you have any objections, Enzan?"

Enzan shook his head.

Solar's eyes lit up "Great! Aw man! Playing in Times Square! How much more awesome can things get?"

I grinned, my ears perking up "Not much more! Just let me add you into the system."

After completing said task, the three of us entered the room, which now looked like it was in the middle of Times Square, including the traffic. Thousands of screams greeted us as insane New York fans were only kept back by a barricade of NYPD officers.

The swell to the song began. I tossed Enzan his guitar, Solar settled into his drum set and we all said hello to the computer rendition Guy Berryman. Soon the swell reached it's peak as I sat next to the keyboard and prepared for my piano solo opening. Once again, I sounded exactly like Chris Martin:

Was a long and dark December

From the rooftops i remember

There was snow

White snow

Then Enzan came in with guitar, and Solar on drums.

Clearly I remember

From the windows they were watching

While we froze down below

When the future's architectured

By a carnival of idiots on show

You'd better lie low

The crowd started to sing along.

If you love me

Won't you let me know?

Was a long and dark December

When the banks became cathedrals

And the fog

Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles

hollowed out to fit their rifles

And the cross was held aloft

Bury me in honor

When i'm dead and hit the ground

My love's opposed, but unfolds

If you love me

Won't you let me know?

Enzan's guitar solo started and sounded amazing. The crowd went nuts as he walked up to the front of the stage and put his heart and soul into it.

I don't want to be a soldier

with the captain of some sinking ship

would stow, far below

So if you love me

Why'd you let me go?

My piano and vocal solo started, singing along with the crowd.

I took my love down to violet hill

There we sat in snow

All that time she was silent still

So if you love me

Won't you let me know?

If you love me,

Won't you let me know?

The crowd went psycho. I waved to them as we finished.

"Thank you Manhattan!!!!!" I yelled to them.

Solar suddenly grabbed a microphone and exclaimed "Yeah, you guys are the best audience ever!!!" to cheers and screams of "WE LOVE YOU SOLAR!!!" by a few super-obsessed fangirls.

Enzan also got a microphone "New York! You are the best city ever! It has been an honor to play for you guys!"

That sent every fan off their rocker.

I gave another two-finger salute as we walked off and out of the room.

Once outside, panting form the amount of effort we put into the performance, I turned to my fellow performers with obvious triumph in my eyes.

"So?" I asked "Was it awesome or was it FREAKING AWESOME!?!"

"I'd go with the FREAKING AWESOME!" Solar declared excitedly

"I know! I don't even know how to play guitar, and it still sounded great!" exclaimed Enzan.

"One of the many reason I love technology." I pointed out.

Only then did we realize that Star had been watching us from my dining room since we had come out. We now all turned to her slowly and noted that she was staring at us with massive eyes.

Then, the onslaught began:

"…" she paused to catch her breath

Before she could start all over again, I quickly said, "We were just playing with my concert simulator. You wanna try it?"

"YES!" came the squeak from the red vixen.

"O…K? What do you want to perform, on what instrument and where?" I asked, a little wary of what the answer might be.

She paused to think for a second before replying enthusiastically: "East to West by Casting Crowns on vocals in Dublin!"

"Fine by me." I responded, turning and putting in said info into the computer.

Star dashed inside and soon we could here the music blaring out.

Only then did I notice a very important point of info.

"WHY IS MY DINING TABLE COVERED IN WAFFELS?!?" I yelled to no one in particular.

That question remained unanswered for just then there was another knock at my door.

I went to the door and opened it to stare at a hooded figure carrying a bloody scythe.

"I have come to take your soul as payment for the humiliating comment you used earlier on in this story." the figure said in an familiar, annoying and yet creepy voice that I couldn't trace, reaching towards my face threateningly.

I slammed the door shut, bolted it, locked it and then leant against it in unquestionable terror. My tail was fluffed up and I had gone as white as a brand-new MacBook. I did not want to know how big my eyes were.

Solar looked at me strangely, "Why do you look like you've stared death in the face?"

I swallowed and responded, my voice shaking, "You do not know how close to the truth that saying is!"

He shrugged and walked back down the hall, past the hockey puck that won Canada the gold medal at Vancouver 2010. It took my one heck of a while to obtain it, and I would not give it up easily.

Meanwhile, outside:

'Death' had taken cover behind a tree and was laughing his head off. No, seriously. Death's head came off and underneath it was Adam the Wolf's head.

Adam walked off down the street, laughing as he remembered the expression on Charge's face after he saw whom he thought it was.

Back to Charge:

However, by the time Star came out of the simulator, I was back to normal and had cleared the waffles from my dining room table.

Star was wearing a grin the size of Texas as she shouted quite close to my ears, "THAT WAS JUST PLAIN AWESOME!!!!"

Once my head stopped ringing, she was gone. I sighed and made myself some rooibos tea to calm myself down.

Just before I was about to put in my milk, there was another knock on the door.

I froze, and after the knock came again, went for my trusty baseball bat in the corner of the hall. Inching towards the door, I grasped the doorknob and slowly opened the door before cautiously peeking around it. Looking around, I couldn't see anyone, but as I inched around the door, I looked around again to be sure.

I was just about to dismiss it as a prankster when I saw my hedges rustle.

I froze again; slowly inching slowly towards the hedge, ready to beat Death at his own game. The hedge continued to rustle, getting louder and louder as I got nearer.

All of a sudden, a blur of auburn and orange tackled me to the ground.

After a flurry of about twelve seconds, I was on the ground with a beautiful fox pushing a sword tip against my windpipe.

"Prepare to die, Sonic the Hedge-" she was declaring triumphantly before a look of confusion came over her "Wait a sec! Your not Sonic!"

"Whatever quarrel you have with Sonic, I don't want a part in it!" I yelled.

She took the sword point off my throat, which was a start.

"If your not Sonic, then who or what are you?" she asked with suspicion in her voice.

"Who is Charge the Cat. What is sore." I replied, closing one eye in pain as I got up. "I don't think you'll find him here. Frankly, I have no idea where he is, so why come here?"

"I heard that there was a party here. Sonic has always been the life of the party, so I figured this was a place to start." the vixen replied.

"Your best bet is to try the centre of town. He hangs out there a lot." I replied, rubbing my sore neck.

She nodded, "Thanks for the tip. See ya!"

She ran off into the night.

I shook my head as I re-entered my home. Two psychotic vixens in one night. Why was I always the one who got stuck with the nutjobs of the universe?

Once I was back in my house, I locked the door and surveyed the damage. Somehow, my dining room table had been covered in pancakes, which Star was eating as fast as naturally possible. Solar was watching T.V on my Sony 50 inch. By the sounds of it, he was watching my recordings of The Pacific. Although I couldn't see Enzan, I could hear Faint by Linkin Park and people screaming in Japanese, so he was obviously in Tokyo.

I sighed and went to my altar room. In it I had a small altar with golden cross, and Anglican bible and some incense, bread and wine. Kneeling in front of the altar, I crossed myself and sent the following prayer to God:

Greatest Father, from whom all holy desires and thoughts originate, grant unto thy servant the strength to survive this night, to keep the devil out of his house and to allow thy servant the rest that he will justly need at the end of this day. Amen.

I crossed myself again and stood up. Turning to leave, I was surprised to see Star staring at me. She had obviously finished her pancakes.

"You have an altar room?" she asked.

I nodded slowly, unsure as usual what the result might be with this psychotic girl.

"That is SO COOL!!!" she exclaimed, running over and inspecting the contents of my altar. She picked up my bible, looked over it, and then returned it to its spot. However, she spotted the cover, which read The Mobian Anglican Church Bible.

"Your Anglican?" she inquired.

"Yep." I answered quietly.

"Huh." was her reply.

She then walked out of the room, to my complete confusion.

I went and joined Solar in watching The Pacific. At the moment, the Marines were attempting to capture the Peleliu airfield. As we watched, a Japanesetank that was about to turn the American mortar team into sushi was hit out of nowhere by a shot from a Sherman tank.

After finishing the scene, I walked upstairs to my room to grab an aspirin. After taking the pill, I walked downstairs to be greeted by more surprises. Silver and Blaze had returned with the kids from the movie. They were all looking around in surprise for where I was, and once the kids saw me, they immediately tackled me to the ground.

"We're Back! We're Back!" they all chanted loudly.

"WHAT IN THE GREAT NAME OF ENGLISH MUFFINS IS GOING ON OVER THERE???????" shouted Star. A few seconds later she screeched to a halt in front hall.

Immediately, all the kids dove for cover screaming.

The vixen turned to me, obviously confused to why the kids were running from her, but I just chuckled and shook my head.

"Gotta let you figure that one out on your own!" I pointed out.

She snorted, turned on her heels and walked straight into a wall, falling straight back on her tail.

I couldn't help myself after that. I collapsed against the other wall laughing so hard tears were coming out of my eyes.

"NOT FUNNY!" Star yelled.

"Actually," Blaze said giggling, "It really was hilarious."

Star suddenly got a strange look on her face. It looked like a cross between a smirk and a maniacal laugh. Whatever it was, it didn't look good.

Star suddenly giggled and ran off into the kitchen.

I sighed, turned, and walked over to tell Enzan that his time in Tokyo was up.

I tapped save file, and then shut down into the computer. Inside, I could hear the screaming in Japanese abruptly stop. Enzan stepped out, looking a little too happy for one concert. I shook this off and turned to go get the kids sorted out.

And that's when the red, blonde, blue and grey blur shot by and stuffed a hot dog into my mouth along with Enzan's.

"Mmph!" was all I said, my mouth full of hot dog.

After somehow choking it down, I walked into the kitchen to see Star standing there with a massive plate of hot dogs and a grin the size of Ontario on her face.

"I declare an OC hot dog chugging contest!" she yelled, once again a little too close to my sensitive ears.

With my head ringing, I asked the obvious question, "How the heck do you CHUG hot dogs???? They're a solid, not a liquid, last I checked."

Star gave me a murderous look, "Do it or I'll bust the performance room with a sledgehammer."

That got me into it.

I grabbed about 6 hot dogs and attempted to slurp them down. However, they got caught in my throat, and I started choking. Solar hit me on the back until I managed to get said hot dog out of my windpipe.

I gasped, "One down."

I then looked at Star, "SWEET MOTHER OF CHAOS!!!!!"

Star had finished the entire tray, including the ones I had picked up. She was now sitting in one of my kitchen chairs, leaning back, looking up at nothing in particular.

My eyes the size of dart boards, I collapsed for no apparent reason.

Star suddenly perked up, "On, would you look at the time! I have to go!"

She shot past me, spinning me around as she went by, "THANKS FOR THE PARTY!!! SEE YA AROUND!!!"

And like a dime down the sink, she was gone in a flash.

Solar, who had been sitting down at my table, stood up and stretched, "Yeah, I should head off too. Great party, see you around!"

He then grabbed a random t-shirt that said 'Camp Sonic: The most awesome place on earth!' before zooming out the door.

Enzan quietly left. I have no idea when or where he left from, all I know is that he did.

I sighed, turned and surveyed the damage.

It was too much to write.

It was gonna be another long night of cleaning.

And we're done! I hope I managed to get the personality of the OC's right! I had so much fun writing this, I think I might do it again!

Remember kids, R&R and floss your teeth!

~Charge the Cat~