I don't know if you would be interested, but would you consider doing a follow up to the ask where Amy lost her memories. Her remembering everyone and their reactions would be wonderful to read!
(Because we all need some sweet happiness!)
Mark shows Amy into the building. She’s nervous about seeing the Egos again after so long, after she forgot them. “There’s no reason to feel guilty,” Mark says again. “You had an accident.” He sends them the message that they’ve arrived. “I think we’re supposed to meet them in the living room.
They ride the elevator up as Amy hugs her arms tight to her torso and chews on her bottom lip. She can’t imagine what they went through. Wilford likes to act tough, but Amy knows the truth. Bim and Host… well, she doesn’t even want to think about that.
Mark leads her through the floor where the Ego’s bedrooms are until they reach the living room at the end. The lights are off, but when Mark and Amy step in, the lights come on and the Egos spring from their hiding spots with a loud, “SURPRISE!” Wilford is blowing bubbles, Bim is holding a bouquet of flowers, and Host is in the corner looking very nervous.
Dr. Iplier, arms crossed over his chest, squints at her for a moment before declaring. “I give her a clean bill of health!” The others cheer, and Amy laughs as they swarm her with hugs and little gifts.
Wilford hugs her and won’t let go for a solid minute. “You’re not leaving again,” he declares in a loud voice. “I refuse. You’re mine now.” Amy laughs and presses a kiss to his forehead before he finally let’s go of her.
Bim just literally sobs into her shoulder. “I thought you’d never remember us!”
“Aw, Bimmy Boy, how could I ever forget BIM TRIMMER,” she says in her best Bim voice. He laughs and hands her the flowers that he and Poppy grew for her.
Oliver prances over in his new button-up shirt and places a flower crown on Amy’s head. “I’m very happy to have you back, Amy. Things weren’t the same without you.” He blushes deeply, but Amy winks at him.
“Good job, buddy. Not a single glitch that time.” She giggles as his blush gets even redder and he backs away, tripping over an ottoman.
Host, as always, is last. It’s as if he always thinks everyone should be allowed to go before him. He steps over, quietly narrating and smiling. “The others were afraid that you would never recover, and the Host couldn’t… he couldn’t come see you because…”
Amy places a hand gently on the Host’s cheek. “I know, Hosty. I’m glad that I remember you.” Host pulls her in for a hug without another word, but Amy knows what it means because Host lets her hear his quiet thoughts through their contact.
He’s very happy to have his best friend back.