Childs Play

"Goodnight, Cream." Sonic said as he leaned in and kissed Creams forehead.

"Goodnight, Sonic." Cream said tiredly. Sonic gently gripped the covers and pulled it up to Creams chest. Satisfied with himself he walked up the light switch.

"Sweet dreams, Cream." Sonic said as he turned off the bright light. Cream nodded her head and turned onto her side, desperately trying to fall asleep.

Sonic smiled at himself and walked downstairs. He plopped on the couch, and tried to relax. But he just couldn't, Amy was still out. He knew she wouldn't be back until morning. So he decided to crash here for the night, so that he can still watch on Cream.

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Cream yawned; she couldn't sleep now. Well she could but she felt like something bad was going to happen. She kept staring at the white ceiling, thinking about Amy. She knew Amy wasn't going to come back until morning. She usually goes out, either to work or just hang out with some of her friends.

Suddenly Cream saw her door open, but nobody came in.

"Odd,"

"Hello?" She said in a scared tone.

Silence filled the air, but in an eerie way.

"Hello?" She called out again but more scared.

"Cream?" A figure in the darkness spoke.

She shrieked. "Cream, its me, Sonic." Sonic said.

"Wha," Cream said in a confused tone.

Sonic gave off a little chuckle. "Its ok Cream, nothing bad is going to happen."

"What are you doing up here then?" Cream asked.

Suddenly Sonic gave off a menacing laugh. " I came up here for your soul."

Cream eyes went wide as she heard those ever-familiar words from her dream. "Wait! What!"

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A gasp came out of Creams mouth as she awoke from her short slumber. She had cold sweat on her forehead, her heart was pumping very fast, and she felt shaky all over.

Usually when she had bad dreams she would go wake her mother up and tell her dream to her. Her mother would usually listen without interrupting. Then after she was done telling her dream they would usually go in the kitchen and make some cookies.

"Why does she has to be in Italy…" She sadly questioned herself.

"Hey maybe I can go to Sonic." She said to herself.

She jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs.

"Sonic…" She whispered.

"Sonic?" She said more loudly.

Something wasn't right to her, it seemed quiet, too quiet. She walked into the living room. From where she was the couch had its back turned to her. The TV was on but it seemed to be on mute, Oprah was on TV.

"I didn't know Sonic watched Oprah?" She said to herself.

She took small steps towards the couch. Each step was more nerve wrecking then the time she had to present a project at school. She realized that she had held her breath, so she let a deep breath out. She walked in front of the couch. She felt rather relieved that she saw Sonic resting on the couch. But something was wrong, he wasn't breathing.

"Sonic!" Cream screamed.

She quickly ran to Sonics side, trying to wake him up, make him breath, anything to show her that he was living. She felt hot tears sting in her eyes. She couldn't control herself anymore; she let the tears roll down her cheeks. She tried whatever she can to save the blue hedgehog but she just couldn't.

She failed.

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"Life, birth of peace, loving, and happiness. Death, miserable, painful, and loneliness, this brave hedgehog once risked his neck by saving the earth numerous times. Yet now he is dead. So let God take his soul and let him live a peaceful afterlife. Amen." The priest said.

"Any last words with, Sonic?" The priest asked.

It was a rainy day; tons of people came to this memorial for Sonic. Today happiness was sucked away, people walked around like lifeless zombies once they heard Sonic died. The night before Cream tried to call the ambulance but something deep down told her it was already to late.

When Amy came home the next morning she was hysterically crying. So now Cream finds herself at Sonics funeral, wearing nothing but a simple black dress, black shoes, even black socks.

Amy wore frilly black dress and black high heels, even a black headband. She was crying on Creams shoulder. Cream couldn't cry anymore, she has no more tears left. Her eyes were red and puffy due to yesterdays crying. She tried not to think about this but it was very difficult not to think about it.

Raindrops landed on Cream but she didn't mind she was to focus on something else. Sonics death was unknown by the doctors at the hospital. They said the only thing that could cause his death was being scared to death. Cream felt tears forming in her eyes once again. It felt like there was a fire in her eyes, if she rubbed her eyes it would only hurt her more, so she left it alone.

Cream boldly walked forward with the single crimson rose in her delicate hand. She walked up to Sonics coffin. They didn't cover the coffin completely just enough to see his face and chest. She gently placed the rose on top of his coffin where other hundreds of roses were placed. Pictures of Sonic were placed on top of his coffin also.

Cream felt her tears rolling down her face as she saw Sonics lifeless body. Without even thinking she leaned near his ear and whispered. "I'll find who did this to you, Sonic."

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Now aren't you glad I didn't put Shadow in here?