I DO NOT OWN ANY SONIC CHARACTERS, FOR THEY ARE OWNED BY THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS, I ONLY OWN THE OCs, WHICH WILL NOT BE MANY IN THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR READING.

I am also taking Spanish courses, so I will be practicing my Spanish. Most of it will be translated, but the other stuff you can copy, paste, and look up on Google Translate, no. And I am also using a laptop, so all the slashes and entildas will not be shown. Sorry. But thank you for understanding and enjoying.

Chapter 12: The Need For Big

Once in every universal lifetime comes a man with extrodinary capabilities. One that, with the aide of a flower, shall bring the world to peace with his one palm and bring destruction with the other upon his deathbed. Why such a man? A man can only hold one power for anymore and they would explode, women need the abilities to care for the children inside her womb. Someone such as Big will help bring the apocolypse and slay millions on his command, or use his guiding flower, Cream, for more purposeful things than world domination. But why would a fisherman hunger for power? That answer resides with Big, and Big only.

He is the only man with these capabilities, which would be, invulnerability, he can withstand a lot of blunt force, and survive things that would crush many to a blood splotch, he has toxikinesis, or the power to manipulate poisons, which means that he can breathe in, swallow, and use poison to heal himself, as well as go on the offensive, and defensive, though he does have to watch out when he touches people, as his whole body leaks acid at a constant (sweating), and it's hard to use the bathroom when you melt the urinals with your pee; His 3rd power is his strength, as he is the strongest man on Mobius (As well as a few others, but do they have 3 extrordinary capabilities? No).

He is very smart, but his stupidity is just a ploy to ensure that G.U.N. and other worldly powers overlook him, and to ensure that do not find out his secret, as they would find out, and would find him, and kill him, and little Cream too.

Cream's powers are very odd, and very powerful. She can copy others bilities and use them at her command, any time, and she can use her words to her advantage. As all she needs to say is one word, and it shall happen. All she needs to do is watch, and she will learn. So if she watches someone turn invisible, she has now copied that ability, but it has limits. She cannot copy extremists, or the fastest, strongest, and smartest people on Mobius. If she gets mad and says, "Dissappear," well, the effect is unknown, as you could fade out of existance, turn invisible, or teleport somewhere else. When she speaks words, she has to clarify them, or else there is no telling what could happen.

There is not a power, besides any extremist capabilities, and Marine's photokinesis, she has not copied, and there are tons out there, so that is very scary, escpecially when she was trucking with him, whose powers are just as lethal. But that is not all to say, because as Cream neared her 18th birthday, she became enpained. She laid on the bed, crying, grasping at her stomach, afraid to speak, afraid to move, afraid to destroy. She asked Big for some water, in their hut stationed within the jungles of Peru, and accidently flooded Japan.

She said that she was feeling hungry, and a man just walking by suddenly became emaciated and dropped dead of starvation. A perfectly healthy man who looked like a bag of bones outside. At least she was full though. She sat up, and then she teleported to Big's room. Big tried to move her, but she was overheating, and her skin stung like a hot rock. Big knew of things like this, afterall, he had experienced them before, everyone has. But thank goodness she wasn't an elemental, because things were already wierd enough without her spontaneously combusting where she sat.

When people with powers became sick, their bodies did strange things. Take Sonic for instance, he'd start running until he spontaneously combusted, or died of hunger (Which wouldn't take very long; maybe 24 hours for those gifted with speed). Blaze, who didn't know how to control her powers at the time (And the worst kind too), was billowing steam and catching everything she walked by on fire- melting the sidewalks, candles flew out of control, food turned to ash in her hands (the food she did eat tasted like ash), and smoldering footprints everywhere she walked, before overheating and spontaneously combusting.

Silver, with his telekinesis, had everything floating, including himself! He had terrible migraines, which made him rather irratable, and since most teens and kids cannot control their abilities properly, his powers were going off every time he turned around.

Luckily for everyone though, these complications blew over in a matter of a few days, but it's not a very comfortable experience. For now, Cream was a waiting game.

Big sat beside the young rabbit, stroked her hair, and spoke softly to her, stating, "I will be going fishing now to make some money. You stay here and out of sight of people, understand?" Cream blinked at him, which sadly caused a high magnitude earthquake for a few seconds, breaking pottery off of high shelves and throwing the whole jungle off balance.

Why was Big leaving Cream alone, sick in the house? Because there was only 5,000 people in all of Mobius with powers. The other billion people in the world view those with powers as abominations, and work to kill them all, out of fear.

Big was afraid of a riot storming his house, as Cream was vulnerable now, her powers could fly off the handle at a split second, and there was nothing Big could do to help her. If he stopped his schedule now, people would grow suspicious, and suspicion could lead to death in his case. So Big gathered his things, walked out of the jungles, avoiding the quicksand pit that has taken many careless lives, and pulled a small fishing boat out onto a lake and continued his business as normal, but then he realized something.

If elementals cause freaky things to happen when their powers go off, imagine what would happen if Cream's continued to fire off like they did. Quickly, Big leaped out of his boat and swam to shore, taking off running through the jungle, almost tipping over into the quicksand pit, before realizing that his wife was home watching over Cream. Big sighed and rushed back to his boat, avoiding the quicksand, and swimming back to his boat. He had to swim fast though, as he had been nipped by a few hungry pirahnas, but they quickly melted into mush when they swallowed his poisoned skin.

"Que pasa?" called a fisherman from his boat. "Ay, lo siento, senti la necesidad de ejecutar a traves de la selva hoy amigo. Muy bueno para el corazon." Big sweated in Spanish (Translation- Oh, I'm sorry, I felt the need to run through the jungle today. Very good for the heart). The other Peruvian twitched his ears at him before going, "Pues muy bien." Both men returned to their work.

After Big got finished fishing, he rushed home, almost falling into the quicksand pit again, and dropping today's catch inside the muddy abyss. "Dammit." Big cursed in Spanish as he watched his income ruin. His wife would not be happy, but at least nothing freaky has happened, yet.

He spoke to soon. Shadows drew near to him, taking the form of red eyed people. Big shot out his claws at them like darts (They would grow back in a few seconds), and the creaturs slit in two and formed more. He threw a volley of poison, but they just opened up holes around them, allowing the poison to travel onto inncocent trees.

But he had a plan, he waited till they drew near before he let out a mighty punch that was so powerful, it hurt the shadow. The shadows grunted, and then they all halted for what felt like an eternity, right before they morphed into a small figure. A figure of a memory that layed a distance ago. The red eyed figure blinked at him, touched his hand, and he started to turn into it. He shrieked in terror, and then he turned and melted into the jungle shadows.

When his view wasn't quite fuzzy, there was Cream, standing before him, as a small, innocent child. She said nothing, but stared at him, as if to say, "Er, my powers did this to me." Big nodded at her, and then Cream instantaneously grew up into a young woman at the blink of an eye, albeit, naked.

Big's wife, Frostotina, grabbed a white blanket, murmurring, "Ayahyah," as she covered Cream's body. Cream ripped the blanket around her body, and looked around her, trying to ensure that she had covered all of her lady parts the best she could.

Frostotina was a white catlady with a slender frame and frost gray eyes who spoke no English and stubbornly refused to do so. She was a lively woman who spoke many tales of growing up in Ecuador before she moved to Peru to be with Big. Her hair was always up in a ponytail, a dress always upon her body, and very superstitious. She looked at Cream as one of her own, though her and Big have been trying profusely to have a child of their own.
"Big, mi querdo esposo, me ayudaran cuidar de este nino. Ella esta enferma, y muchos acontecimientos han tenido lugar en su ausencia." Frostotina stated. (Big, my husband dear, will you help me take care of this child? She is sick, and many events have taken place in your absence.) "Frostotina my dear, I have no idea. What has happened?" (Frostotina mi estimada, no tengo ni idea. Que ha pasado?) Big asked.

"Esta chica ha sido fluctuante en edad, teletransportarse izquierda y derecha y traer mala suerte con la pelicula de su muneca. Todos nuestros pollos estan muertos cuando dija, "Yo arreglare nos pollo manana." Y se llena el jardin de rosas llenas de espinas. El unico bien que ha ocurrido es una lluvia ligera, que es muy necesario para el jardin, y el jardin ha crecido grande y abundante." (This girl has been fluctuating in age, teleporting left and right, and bringing bad luck with the flick of her wrist. All of our chickens are dead when she said, "I'll fix us chicken tomorrow." And the rose garden is filled full of thorns. The only good that has happened is a light rainfall, which is much needed for the garden, and the garden has grown large and plentiful) Frostotina answered.

Big stared at her for a moment, as if trying to register what she had just said, before Cream piped, "Pero senora, yo-" And a great rumbling was heard, and all the houses in the village, minus theirs, had crumbled into sawdust around their owner's feet. If nobody knew anything about Cream, they do now.

"Que vamos a hacer con ella?" Frostotina pressed. Big blinked at her for a moment, thinking of what to do next, because people are not stupid. They will eventually find out, and send a riot out for their blood. He had to act fast. "We're leaving." he told her.

"Que," she asked. "Por que?" "They're coming for us my darling," Big answered, taking his wife's head in his hand before kissing her face. There is no time left, so let us go." He kissed her again, and grabbed Cream, slinging her over his shoulders, before he and his wife stepped outside the door, where they were greeted by confused Peruvians.

"Que?" asked a few. "Como." said another few. "No recuerdo." stated another set of people. "Uh, hola." Big waved, sweating hard. He heard fizzling and looked down to see poison dripping onto his wooden porch. He flattened his ears in fear and disgust for himself because this was no time to get all sweaty now, his family's lives were at stake.

"Big, do you know why our houses fell down?" asked a man in the back. "Today has been very freaky," Big sweated as he chose his words carefully. "And well, I cannot give an immediate answer for that question, for I know not the answer." The people looked at him and moaned, before the same man asked, "What are we to do about our houses?" "We are surrounded by a jungle, so there is plenty of wood and foliage to be found." Big answered. "But aren't we technically destroying our home?"

"Listen," Big stated. "You can either knock down a few trees and be safe tonight, or don't touch them and be eaten by the creatures of the night." Some of the people gave each other looks and nodded. "Another question," asked the same man, Big glowered at him like he had proposed a challenge. "Why are you carrying your daughter?" "Because," Big answered. "I wanted to do so. So go and build your-" "Her hands are glowing!" shouted a woman.

Big tried his best not to react, but when people attempted to walk into his house to see if it for real that there was a girl with glowing hands, Big could not stand it. Cream couldn't help what she was doing, she was sick today.
And his reaction was that he hit the side of the house so hard, the entire thing leaned and toppled over onto the people inside. Cream let out a cry, and the houses rebuilt themselves, the dead people were brought back to life, and the thorns receded in the rose garden. It was as if nothing had taken place here, but nobody was prepared for the inept error of fear and stupidity that took place next.

"You have an abomination!" shouted a man angrily. "Kill the problem!" shouted another. Big kicked himself. He should've known that this would happen. Cream's powers were just so volatile, so different, that he might as well have waved a flag and set out a neon sign with Screamo music blaring out of it about Cream's powers, but at least they hadn't found his out yet.

But they were going to now, as many were getting too close for comfort, the one's with tools brandishing them and allowing them to gleam evilly in the warm, Peruvian sun. "Take his wife, and slaughter the rabbit!" cried a rather skimpy looking twig of a man.

Big sat down Cream because he had a plan, and he'd rather not have a stray piece of saliva hit her precious body. Big inhaled deeply, hacked, then sprayed a volley of acid all over the riot, melting half of their faces to the bone and beyond. Frostotina's ears dropped as she looked at her husband in astonishment, but she realized they still had the other half of the village advancing on them, and they were not going to give up until all of them were dead.

The three of them saw the violent villagers retreating into the jungle, but they knew that they'd be back. Cream put her face in her hands and cried. "Why do you cry like a child?" Frostotina chided, as she was not a very empathetic woman. "I have caused so much to happen just by being sick, I might as well just-"

Crackle! Crackle! Pop! Crackle! Pop! Pop! The three looked over and saw a fire blooming in the horizon. The fire took on a menacing approach, rising like a wave and crashing down upon the jungle, surrounding everyone. The bloodthirsty villagers poured out of the jungles like milk from a pitcher to escape the mad flames. "Big! Save us!" they cried.

Funny, he thought. I thought Cream and I were abominations. Should I help them? Probably not, they'll just turn on me again in the end.

And did he save the people? No he didn't. But did he make their suffering worse? Nope. He could have, but he didn't. He gathered up his family, and then he remembered that the whole damn jungle was on fire! And then guilt hit him, and he realized that he couldn't let these evil people die. He just couldn't. And as an added bonus: This was a long, hard death for them all, if things continued to play out the way they did.

Those who didn't die of smoke inhalation was as helpless as a caged chao. The fire bounding upon them like an assassin with no other ulterior motives than to devour what lay in his wake, then deliver the slow, torturous blow that would end his target's life was like a wild crocodile, slowly slithering towards it's prey before turning a swarm of people into a bloodfest. Big also knew that he would not survive the smoke. He could survive the fire, but not the smoke. He can't burn, be electrocuted, be smashed flat, stabbed, shot, roboticized, bludgereoned, wither, swelter, fall, or be blown up to bits, but he could drown and he could suffocate beneath the plumage of the fire's cigarette smoke. And if he knows about Cream with what he does know, she's not going to survive either, and definitely not his wife, but yet they rely on Cream now to save them, and she's so sick that when she says something, the Spring Goddess knows what could happen.

What they really needed was Cheese the Chao, the Chao of Good Fortune. But sadly, little Cheese died some 2 years ago, and Cream has been pining ever since. Big tried to remedy her pain by bring her another chao, but Cream gave one look at it and blew it into a bloodsplotch. Marine came to stay for a while afterwards, and that helped a little, but eventually, Marine grew homesick and returned to Australia. Sunny, beachy- Bingo! An idea registered in Big's mind: Cream was homesick! Well, she was homesick and powersick, but if he could get her back to the shores of America, it might lessen the multitude of her might. Afterall, she had been there for 4 years, so she's bound to be missing America, kind of like how Marine bemoaned Australia, recounting of all the beaches, reefs, the desert, the sun, the "mozzies," Alice Springs, going to Brisbane, and visiting her parents in Perth. And, despite what other Australians have said about being stereotyped as a people who love to wrestle crocodiles and drink Fosters and Marine loved to wrestle the crocodiles and drink Fosters. She was a rather lively Australian, he'll giver her that.

Quickly, Big told Frostotina the idea, then relayed it to Cream, who looked on to him with wide eyes and stated rather blandly, "Peru is my home now." All was lost, unless he choked the fire down out of her. "Do you not miss the burgers? Do you not miss the freedom? Do you not miss your American holidays? Or their cookies? Or their fireworks? Or speaking your own native tongue?"

"America does not have an official language." Cream blinked, an ember falling from her lashes. Big was about ready to give up. Cream was hopeless! When she was younger she was so out of control, she was sent to live with him, hoping to straighten her up. It did, but now she views herself as a Peruvian, not as an American, where the rejuvinated memories would cure her inconsolibility and perhaps docilize her zany abilities. "You cry!" exclaimed Frostotina. "No," Big said, gasping in horror. "Mirar!" And they all saw the flames, and they all gasped and sputtered in horror, minus Cream, who just sighed. "Cream!" Big cried. "You have to stop this! Our lives depend on it! Call up a wave! Smother the smoke! Get rid of the oxygen! Do something! Do something damn you! Do something!"

Big was hysterical. The waves clawed up to him like a demon from the ground, praying that Cream would do something, that her powers go off, for better or for worse. "Fine." Cream sighed. And she clapped her hands twice and said, "Away." And the fire, forest, and village dissappeared.

Well, it was a change, but not the one Big had imagined. They were surrounded in white; just he, Frostotina, and her. "Uh Cream, what did you do?" Big asked. Frostotina looked around warily. Cream was just staring out into the distance, as if Big's massive figure was transparent. "I have exhausted myself," Cream yawned. "And when I do this, I retreat away to this void, like you have before." Cream continued to look on before yawning again. "Exhausted," Frostotina asked, raising an eyebrow. "How can she be exhausted?" "Her powers are very strong, so just a few actions can exhaust her quickly, and right now, she has next to no power against her abilities, so as they go off willy-nilly, they take quite a toll on her." Big explained.

He knew how Cream felt. This void is not the only void in the world. Cream just needed to decorate it to suite her needs, kinda of like how he would, and could, get tired, and then he would melt down and stay here until he felt better. Like how Bean exploded when he spit acid on his face, and then came back in a few days, spic and span, not a scar on him, his face still beautiful. Alone, "asleep," injured, but not like Sonic and Blaze.

Sonic was just SOL, or he passed out, or combusted. And certain elementals, like pyrokinetics, could not retreat into a void. Instead, they became as still as statues, leaching off of nearby sources in accordance to the element in question.

They are in great pain yes, and this void is the last of Cream's energy before she, whatever would happen to her (as he did not know), would take her life, and it has happened before, to other people, but mainly to speedy powered people and the strong types, where a super fast person burned to death, or ran their feet off, or the most gruesome- a strong person, if they do not rest quickly, could wind up having their muscles drop out of their body, or they could be so strong as to injure themselves and other people.

This stage of healing is called Dormancy because it could last anywhere from a few days, to a year, depending on how seriously injured or tired you were. Sadly, those who went into the void were naked, and so, come out of the void naked (Think logically, light is a powerful source, when you go into Dormancy, you incenerate your clothes, if you are a toxikinetic, you melt off your clothes, if you're a telekinetic, you teleport out of your clothes, etc.). But regardless of injury, you no longer have a physical form until you decide, and that can be whenever you want it to be, so if you've been shot you can rejoin back into your physical body while their is still blood squirting out of the wound, if you have enough energy to do so.

Elementals are different. They, depending on circumstance, may or may not be naked, will often curl up somewhere they won't be disturbed and stare off into outer space, or close their eyes and slowly breathe, but they must not be bothered, and this process can also last for a long time as well.

Techna the Canary is a cryokinetic, or somebody who controls ice and snow, and she would freeze herself solid inside a block of ice if she sustained too many injuries. She would not get rid of her her physical form, but once the ice broke, she stood there for a few moments, then shattered like glass before reforming again, anew.

But this was the first time he heard of himself being dragged into Dormancy with someone else, and he would use his powers to rip himself out of the void, but then he would disrupt Cream, and who knows what will happen then. But a good question to ask is: Why? Why would she do this?

Big made a notion to ask her the question, but Cream halted him in his tracks and said, "I already know what you are going to ask, and my answer is that I don't know how, but why I did so was for us to not be killed." Her stare was blank, her words, cold as ice. "How long will you keep us here?" Frostotina asked. "A few days at least," Cream casted, as rough as ever. "Now if you excuse me, I have some healing to do."

Big grabbed his wife and shielded her eyes, throwing his gaze away from Cream as she became etheral, a glowing orb of light until she decided when to change back. Big uncovered his wife's eyes and thy looked at the blueish orange orb just sitting there, bobbing gently in the air.

"C-Cream?" Frostotina stated warily, looking at the orb with thought, as if Cream had just transformed into a monster and she couldn't believe it, but as if she still cared. "Quien es del ella?" Frostotina asked. The woman reached out to touch the orb, but Big lurched out and yanked her hand away before it was too late.

"Stop," Big shouted, his voice bounding back to him in an echo. "She is in a very delicate stage right now! Don't touch her!" "But what are we to do?" asked his wife. "Leave her alone, for the world may end if we don't." Big stated with uncertainty. He did not know what would happen if someone was disturbed in Dormancy, and he did not want to be the first one to find out either."So we are stuck here until she is better, till mis hija is better?" Frostotina asked, her ears drooping low. "Si," Big answered, kissing his wife. "We wait."

Chapter Epilogue

Cream felt like a million dollars. Never in her life has she felt this good. She looked at the suitcase all packed up and grabbed a photo of Big, Frostotina, her, and their new baby, who they have named, Nylah Ecuador Daruvio la Delanda de Nuesuvio. She was such a cute baby, with her father's sharp, yellow eyes, her mother's white fur, and that smile that reminded her of them both.

She couldn't wait to visit them in Peru, where Big became a real famous politician there. They will want for nothing, and she, she, her mother, and her husband could not wait to see them, for it has been almost a decade since she saw them last.

Her husband, Promise the Rabbit, nuzzled his brown fur to hers, and they shared a kiss, him placing his hands on her swollen belly. They would be expecting a little girl soon, and they just couldn't wait.
They eventually boarded their flight, and away to Peru they went.

End of Chapter 12

Ah yes, I wrote a chapter about Big because he is a very under appreciated character who is either being mocked for being stupid or fat, or just something else, so I made him better. Fosters is an Australian beer company owned by their proper owners, thank you.

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