Once dinner was finished, Vanilla started washing the dishes. As she washed, Cream let out a big yawn. Tails felt like a smug bastard in a greasy suit.
He'd somehow managed to throw the pill into Cream's cup when he got up to wash his hands after he cleaned his plate. She and Vanilla were so focused
on their precious carrot cake that they didn't see him do it.

Heh, rabbits and their carrot cake.

Outside, behind the cottage, Vector hid behind a large pile of chopped logs. Seemed like they had been sitting there for a long time, since the logs were
covered in spider webs. The webs got in his nose and made him sneeze, but he was determined to protect the good name of the Chaotix. The mission was
all he had on his mind as he lie in wait for Cream to go to her room and get in bed. He'd brought a jet black backpack for collecting evidence, in case he found any.
He heard a door open inside; Cream had just walked in her room and shut the door. He got down in a duck walk and slowly crept up to Cream's window, stopping to
crouch down just under the windowsill. Then he heard the sound of keys and a latch being locked. Feeling perplexed, Vector scratched his scaly chin.

She locks her door with a key? Maybe this kid has something to hide, after all.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, Vector decided to check to see if Cream had gone to bed yet. He rose up slowly and took a peek inside. There she was, all covered up
in bed and sleeping peacefully. He carefully opened the window and stepped inside. Being sure not to disturb her, he tiptoed his way to her dresser. Once there,
he slides open the first cabinet drawer. It was full of panties. Lots and lots of panties. Vector blushed a little, feeling like a pervert. Then he slapped himself,
remembering his mission.

Come on, Vector! Remember what you're in here for! You're not gonna steal this kid's panties! You're not gonna steal this kid's panties!

He felt he needed to reassure himself. "No way," he said aloud, "I'M NOT GONNA DO IT! NO WAY!"
Then he heard Cream move in bed. He saw her turn over, tossing left and right, then...nothing. She seemed so innocent. She didn't snore either.
Vector returned to the cabinet drawer and closed it shut, moving on to the one below it. Inside were dresses and tanktops. He shuts it and move to the last drawer.
Inside he finds..dolls. Nope, no incriminating evidence here. He closes it, thinking that Tails was wrong.

"What the heck, Prower! There's nothing in here but panties and dolls! And stuff like...like.."

Vector spotted a box hiding under Cream's bed. He tiptoed to her bed, got down on his belly, and slowly pulled it out from its spot.
No dust on the box, he thought. Someone must've opened this recently. He lifted the flaps of the box and dug his hand in. Out of the box, he fished out a photo.
He takes a look at it...and stops.

At first, he didn't know what he was looking at. Then, it hit him: it was a dead guy. To be more specific, the body of a dead man.
One of his arms was gone, his left leg was broken in a twisted way, and his face was covered in cuts. As he got a closer look at the man, he observed the marks
on his face.

"These look like," he said to himself, "they came from a razor, alright! And by my guess, it's a razor from...a pencil sharpener!"

Vector put the photo down and dug in the box again, this time taking out more photos. Each one had a gruesome image of a dead guy, cut up or maimed in such a way
that you wouldn't be able to tell who they were anymore. He threw the photos aside, feeling disgusted. He was having second thoughts about this.

Yeez, I'm not sure if I wanna take this case, anymore! I might end up giving Tails his money back!

Once again, he put a hand inside the box. What he took out almost made him scream: a razor...from a pencil sharpener.
It was stained with what appeared to be blood.

D..D..Dang it! This rabbit IS a psycho! Prower was right!

He nervously yanked at the chain on his neck, thinking that his mission was complete. He placed the photos back in the box and put it back under Cream's bed,
keeping a few of them to give to Tails as proof of his mission. He also took the bloodstained razor with him. He put the items in his backpack, strapped it on his back,
then quietly tiptoed to the window.

Then, his foot kicked something on the ground. It was a book. Vector picked it up and saw a page bookmarked with yesterday's date. He started to read the entry,
thinking it wouldn't take long. Scraggly written on the page in crayon, it said:

Dear diary. It seems Mr. Tails doesn't quite understand the life me and my Mama live. I don't want him ruining this beautiful life of ours. And I refuse to share Mama with anyone. Just like those ugly, bad men who tried to get in our way. But I took care of them. And everything was super happy again! Then Tails does this...after I saved his pathetic life! Should've let him fall that night. But there may be time to convince him to change his mind. If he keeps being super nice to Mama, I fear I may have to teach
him a lesson about keeping his hands to himself.

Yes, I know what I'll do. Tomorrow night, yes!

I doubt he'll want to have any fun with Mama once I cut off his...

Then Vector's face turned pale green when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Oh, Mr. Vector...whatcha doing?"
Standing behind him was the bouncy Cream. She was smiling in that creepy way Tails mentioned. It made Vector feel real sick, as he thought of those photos.
Those poor men, indeed.
"Uh, hmm...I was," stammered the croc for a response, "I was looking..for Prower! Cause, y'know!"
"Know what?"
"Uh...well.."
Cream poked a finger at what was on Vector's back.
"What's in the bag, Mr. Vector?"
He began to feel the pressure, knowing full well what she'd do to him if he told her.
"Cookies! Aaaand...ice cream! Okay, gotta go!"
A strong, little arm held him there. "Give me the bag, Mr. Vector."
Vector struggled to break free, but surprisingly enough, couldn't. Seems the little rabbit was stronger than she appeared.

What? I can't get out of this! She's got me! My fortune cookie was right! Looks CAN be decieving!

"Come on, kid! Leggo my eggos!"
"Give me," said Cream in a darker tone, "the...BAAAAG!"

In a last ditch effort to get away, Vector played dirty and stomped his foot down hard on hers. She screamed out in pain and fell to the ground,
holding her foot. This was his chance! Vector leaped out the window and took off down the path, heading for the forest. He ran and ran, until he was on
the other side of the forest, just near the Sunset Hill Zone. He gasped for air, holding on to the arm the psycho bunny had left an imprint on using just her fingers.

"OWWWW! My arm! Aaah! Ahaa! How could such a small bunny be so strong? Then again, my foot is probably stronger! And my jaws, too!"
He grinned, proud of his own muscles. But the sight of huge, grass covered loop de loop changed his mood completely. He thought about the pictures and razor
he'd found in Cream's room. Then about how strange it was that such a little girl could have the strength to hold him in place. He slumped down against the giant
loop, looked up at the moon and sighed.

Man. This is nuts! Sure wish Espio and Charmy were here.

But before he could fall asleep, something in his mind clicked. His eyes flew open and he gasped.
"Hold on! Prower said that kid was supposed to be out like a light for like, 10 hours!"

Back at the cottage, Tails lay beside Vanilla, who was sound asleep. He lay on his back, listening to the sound of her snoring.
An hour ago, he was about to get a handful of Vanilla delicious cake when she let out a yawn. Tails remembered her words exactly:

Sorry, Miles. All of a sudden, I feel...so sleepy. Haaah! Maybe we should do this tomorrow night, when I'm feeling more alert?

Though Tails desperately wanted to fondle her lovely breasts and buttocks, he cared more about her opinion and gave in. He expected to spend the night
in Vanilla's nurturing arms. Now he was wide awake, not able to get to sleep because his plan had failed. He turned on his side, facing the window, and bit his finger.
He was angry that he didn't get what he wanted, but still content.

Sucks that Vanilla wasn't in the mood for some lovin'. At least Vector got things done on his end. He'd better have, or I swear I'm gonna lose it.