Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog nor do I own or contributed to any character created by Sega.

Note: The point of view is Vanilla's so the only thoughts read will be hers.

Ages

Vanilla: 25

Cream: 4

Lost child: 4

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A New Child

Me and my daughter Cream live out in the country about a ten minute walk from the town. It was summer and we went to town for a meeting with the pre-school about getting my daughter in and I also had to run a few more errands.

"Mother?" Cream asked this after we left town.

"Yes Cream?" I wonder why she always calls me mother instead of mommy.

"How long until we're home?"

"Not too long dear."

"Okay."

"Why? Are you hungry?" I hope she's not starving.

"Not really." Good. I don't like it when she's hungry.

"Well when we get home how does macaroni and cheese sound?"

"Sounds good! I can't wait to… Mother? Who's that over there?"

There standing on the side of the dirt road was a… child? And she's alone. I wonder why she's not with her parents. "I don't know. Let's go see who she is."

"Hi! My name is Cream. What's yours?

Standing in front of us was a girl around Cream's age. She was a rabbit dirty looking kid with very messy fur covered with dirt. She also looked similar to my daughter with two exceptions. The ends of her ears were red and her ears were longer than hers. Way longer. The ends of her ears dragged across the ground as she walked. "Not now Cream." Turning back to the girl now. "Hey, are you okay little girl." I hope she says yes.

"I um-uh." Hmm. She's shivering. Is she scared of something? Did anything happen to her? Or is she just cold? Or maybe all of the above?

"Hey! Are you going to answer my mother?"

"Cream! Don't be so rude. She's probably scared." My daughter is right though. I need to find out if this child was okay.

"I uh yeah. I'm okay. And uh I'm not a girl." Oh no! I made a huge mistake! This kid isn't a little girl but rather a little boy!

"Oh! Sorry about that. Are your parents anywhere nearby? They must be worried." His parents are not that good at doing their job, leaving their kid alone out here.

"Parents? I–I don't think I have any." No parents?

"Don't have parents? Well is there anyone nearby that you know? Like an uncle or any other kind of family" I hope this kid isn't an orphan.

"N-No. I don't have a-any family. And i-if I do none of them c-come to mind."

"Well can you tell me your name? I at least need to know that much." Knowing his name will be helpful.

"I… can't remember what my name is."

"Mother? Can we go now? My tummy is rumbling now"

"Okay Cream. Come on with us child. After we get home we can sort things out." My daughter is hungry and this mystery kid is alone. Just how much better can this day get.

"I uh"

Walking ahead of him with Cream holding onto my hand I noticed he wasn't coming. "Hey come on. It will be better at my house rather than standing out here all day."

Reluctantly he started to follow. A slow pace at first but picked up after a few minutes of walking. Finally coming up to my other side that Cream wasn't at.

"Uh um miss?" Not much of a talker. And he talks shyly. Well at least he's talking at all.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Th-thank you for helping me."

"Yes well I couldn't leave you back there all alone" What I said was the truth. No matter what the situation is I couldn't stand to let him stay back there.

The rest of the walk home was in silence. No one said a thing. Not even Cream, who always has something to say. I had so many questions running through my mind like "who was this child?" and "why was she alone?" that I had not even noticed when we got home.

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Sorry it's short but there will be more chapters to come!

Tell me what ya think! Any criticism would help. Just please don't be too harsh as this is my first time writing anything outside a school report.