"And then he said, get out of my house you stupid dirt-stained roadkill of a rug!" She huffed as she angrily sipped her tea. She missed having tea. "Can you believe that?!" Ah, this was nice. A nice, cozy couch, excellent tea, and beautiful piano music accompanied by an even more beautiful singing voice. Stuffed animals surrounded her and her host as a tray of snacks ranging from mini sandwiches, sliced carrots, and human candies lined the table. Mother and her spent 2 hours making a facsimile of something this once a month, where the two of them and Cheese just sat together and blissfully drank tea while the soft piano music and beautiful singing soothed their ears.
She wished Cheese could be here. He always loved trying to sing like the ladies on the vinyls Mother picked out, so he would definitely love the musical stylings of Miss Belladonna! "Thank you for listening. It feels nice to have someone to talk to that doesn't irritate me." Or try to kill her. Living in the village was like living with a group of less competent ! She gave her host a smile. "Why don't you drink with me, Miss Margaret?"
Miss Margaret was a pretty human, with pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and striking yellow eyes. Her attire was just as blue as the rest of this 'Velvet Room' Cream found herself in, and normally the older lady would be the epitome of cool and collected, just like how Cream wanted to be when she grew up. But as Cream became more and more visible in the Velvet Room, Miss Margaret began to look more and more worried, until finally, tonight, when she became fully visible, she could have sworn Miss Margaret let out a small gasp. "I'm fine, thank you." She said politely, but teresely. Cream tilted her head in confusion. Miss Margaret was a very smart woman; she taught her division! But now she had that look on her face as though she made a very big oopsie, and her boss wasn't going to be happy about it. "Are you…positively sure you didn't receive a booklet or a contract when you received your invitation to the Velvet Room?"
"I never received either of those." Miss Margaret stiffened. "I didn't know I was supposed to have them." A worried look came on her face. "Am I not supposed to be here?"
"N- I mean yes!" She took a second to calm down and brought out a deck of 13 cards. "Now, as I understand, you are quite mature for your age, correct?"
"Yep!" Cream answered proudly. "Mother and everyone else says I'm really mature for a 7 year old!" Margaret nearly dropped her cards at that.
"...Very good…"She got the wrong species, she got the wrong gender, the poor girl wasn't even the right age! 'I couldn't have at least got the color right?' She thought as she made the 13 cards float in front of Cream in a grid formation. The rabbit girl's eyes sparkled as a giant smile came on her face.. 'I'm surrounded by so much blue, how did I even get that wrong?' She even took over for Theodore so this exact thing wouldn't happen. Her siblings were never going to let her live this down.
"Am I getting my fortune read?!" Cream asked excitedly. "I love fortune card readings!" But the human ones always creeped her out. All the naughty bits were showing, and they looked so weird!
"Indeed." The floating cards then stacked on top of one another and began to shuffle themselves, much to the delight of the rabbit. 'At least the sneakers were similar colors.' Red and orange was similar to red and white right? That's what she's going to keep telling herself. The deck then descended and floated in front of Cream.
Now, select your card." Maybe with this reading she can figure out just why this innocent little girl was considered a worthy replacement for Sonic the Hedgehog.
Cream softly woke up at 6 on her cot, the cold wind outside causing her to shiver in dread. 'I remember it..' She thought with mild surprise as the dripping ceiling helped her concentrate. 'That blue room, the nice human lady, the fortune reading!' She even remembered the splendid food and drinks Miss Margaret shared with her!
She missed being around someone nice and kind, that didn't grate on her like the few that lived here, but if Miss Margaret's fortune was correct, then being here was more important…no matter how much she wished she was anywhere else. But she wouldn't be the daughter of Vanilla the Rabbit if she didn't make apples from oranges, which was why she worked extra hard to make this room her home.
Her bedroom used to be an old warehouse, a very small one that wouldn't even fit a human sized bed. It was only thanks to her and Cheese's small heights, and her own incredible strength, that they were able to renovate enough to make themselves more comfortable, so while it wasn't ideal, it wasn't completely uncomfortable.
Having super speed and two extra arms, courtesy of her long ears, made cleaning the room really easy. She didn't have any cleaning equipment, but she had plenty of washcloths. Just wrap them around the tips of her ears, and she could clean four times as fast! There were plenty of cleaning tools that she found in the many boxes and crates here, and by just spending a good 2 hours a day, they kept the room spic and span.
Thankfully for both of them there weren't any roaches or spiders or insects of any kind here. Her and mother learned how to deal with them during their first month in Station Square. It was a revolting but fun adventure for the both of them. They had matching face masks, cute smocks, and their own mascot themed bug spray! She got the Hello Kitty version! Living there was the perfect primer for her, Cheese, and Mother when it came to living with humans, and it especially helped her when she found herself in this small rainy town just 11 months ago.
She didn't know the name it had in it's original language, but the name, as it was known by its inhabitants, was the Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost, all in English. The village elders said it had to be hard for the people of this country to pronounce, but the reasons why eluded Cream. Regardless, the Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost had been hers and Cheese's home away from home for almost a year. And as far as she knows, she and Cheese were the only Mobian and Chao here.
The people here weren't as uncomfortable to be around like the humans in Station Square. They barely talked to her, but they didn't stare like the people in the city, They didn't ask her questions like she was one of those newspeople that had all the answers, and there weren't giant floods like in Station Square, no one was dying no one was drowning noonewasscreamingforhelpnoonewasstarvingwaterwaterosmuchwaterevilevilWATERMONSTER!
"Nononnoononono…" She shivered and tried to think of anything else. She wasn't in Station Square, she wasn't in that cold, crushing death! She almost slapped herself with her ears to calm herself, if she didn't for the gaze of her little brother, that is. A simple look was all it took to calm the 8 year old girl down, and it worked wonderfully. Brothers were cool like that, and a brother that was also a Chao was even cooler.
Said brother, Cheese, had stopped straightening up his bowtie in the cute little mirror Mother bought for him on his Hatchday to look at her. The little yellow ball floating on top of his head, functioning as an antenna, had turned into a yellow question mark as he tilted his head in worry. "I'm sorry." Cream said to him, her breath softening. Once he saw that she calmed down, he went back to his bowtie, his antenna morphing into ellipses. Once she calmed down, Cream got out of her cot and rolled up the sheet that functioned as her blanket, and put it on top of one of the boxes. She honestly didn't need a blanket to keep warm, just as she didn't need a lot of things once her powers came in, but it wouldn't be the bedtime experience without a blanket or bed, or the closest equivalent to them. Her dress, a simple orange thing with a white collar and blue cravat, was nicely folded and cleaned thanks to the fresh river water that ran through the town, and sat upon another box that was once filled with things the elders told her was none of her business.
Even though it was freshly cleaned, that shouldn't have accounted for the fact that it looked as neat and tidy as the last time Mother washed and ironed it for her. Mobian clothing, especially the gloves and shoes indicative of her species' attire, were incredibly durable, probably moreso than the already durable anthropomorphic animals that wore them. explained that it involved Chaos Radiation, the foundation of all Mobian life, but Cream refused to believe that. Anything involving that awful monster was evil, no ifs ands or buts about it.
told her a different story however.
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' .superpowers.' Her best friend, one 4 years older than her so that meant she was smart, said to Cream excitedly as the two of them ate their rations at the evacuation center. Surrounded by humans and Mobians alike, they were safe from the flooding, for now, as that monster rampaged outside. Good news was that turned all golden like he did in those old news reports. Bad news is that Mobians with sensitive hearing, like say, an at the time 7 year old rabbit, could hear that monster's roars clear as day, despite them being miles away. 'You got super strength, super speed, and you can get hit by a car, andt the car'll be the one that's smashed!' Thankfully was taking her mind off of it as best as she could.
Though it wasn't working, sensitive ears and all that. Cream could see that the older girl was drenched, likely having used said superpowers to help other people evacuate. Yet despite that she didn't look wet. The water was slowly dripping off of her, but it wasn't being soaked into her quills, or her clothing for that matter. 'Best part is that I don't have to go shopping for clothes anymore!'
'But you don't shop for clothes.' Cream pointed out. 'You just wear the same outfit over and over again!'
'Noooo, this isn't a different dress, Cream.' said ever so happily. 'It's the same one!' Cream remembered gasping at that, thinking must have been a real slob. 'I've been in Eggman's Egg Carrier, drenched in water, drowned in coolant, torched like a bajillion times, and my threads stayed nice and red all this time!' She pointed to Cream's dress. 'And now that you're Cha-' She saw Cream shudder. '...powers have come in…you're gonna be the same! Anything you wear's gonna be almost in-des-truc-tible!'
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never really did much shopping, since it was more of a human thing to buy more than one set of clothing, but she did take Cream on a shopping trip, and despite all the now incredibly durable clothes she now wore, the rabbit still preferred it nice and simple.
Cream couldn't deny that yes, there were benefits, a lot of benefits that outweigh a lot of the cons that started and ended with the 7 gems that their world revolved around. She knew logically that it didn't make sense to associate the Chaos Emeralds with that awful thing that destroyed Station Square, but her heart just wouldn't listen to her brain. She could dissociate that awfulness with her 2nd brother Gemerl, but with the Emeralds themselves, she just couldn't do it.
"Chao?" She was shaken from her thoughts as Cheese once again looked at her in alarm. She gave him a nervous smile, and her little brother narrowed his eyes before turning back to his mirror. Cheese's bed was a lot more extravagant than her simple cot. She didn't make much money from her job, and as she learned pretty quickly, that evil radiation made it so that she didn't need that much food or water, and as Mother said, when in desperate times, save, save,save. Buuuuut she never really splurged on Cheese, and when she heard the other kids in school talk about how good it felt to have their parents spoil them, something Cream didn't understand at the time, sooooo, if she didn't need to eat or bathe that often, why not use the money for that to Cheese feel like the bestest Chao she knew he was? To that end, she asked one of the many people here to give her a basket to start with, and they gave her a small doggie bed, which she worked with pretty well. Over the six weeks following that, she acquired different fabrics and plastics, and slowly but surely, the doggie bed was changed to the shape of Cheese's head, with the little antenna what was indicative of his species placed in the front of the bed that doubled as the mirror he was using to check his bowtie and it wasn't for Mama's intensive sewing lessons and ' foraging lessons during her Swirly Scout camping trips, she never would have known how to make it for him!
The wind howled once more; the barrier was open. Cream headed to the wooden door, and Cheese, who didn't need to be ordered to follow her out, closed his little mirror and was soon floating beside his sister with his cute little wings.
Chaos..cha…evil radiation gave Cream a lot of cool powers. It was a shame that it came from something so evil.
Stepping into the rain, Cream was unfettered by the raindrops as they pelted her fur, Cheese hidden behind her ears as she walked down the wet dirt path. Her friends helped her adjust to her powers once she settled into her temporary housing, with their training mainly consisting of getting her used to the superhuman state she was now in. The raindrops poured on her, drenching her tiny body, and yet not a single bit of her was truly wet. The water droplets trailed down her fur and dress and landed harmlessly on the wet ground. She was also really strong, strong enough that and her friends had to help her learn how to control herself, just like how they had to, because humans and human made objects…they weren't the most durable.
Now she can handle human objects just fine, though a particular incident stayed in her mind to this day. Thankfully, understood.
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'Ooof, the whole door huh?.' He said with a chuckle, looking away she started pouting and sniffling.
'He said he couldn't press charges…' She began softly. 'Though he wished he could.'
shook his head. 'Should've gotten here sooner…' He muttered. 'Don't worry kid, I got this. I had to help Tails with the same thing once his powers fuly came in.' For some reason he looked at Cheese in suspicion. 'He's not gonna go crazy if you start crying, right?'
'Not unless I'm in actual danger, why?' She didn't know why he sighed in relief at that.
'Good, Because when Tails got his powers, it was on Angel Island, it involved some weird super dimension, I made fun of him once, and a buncha birds-' He shook his head. 'Look, it's not important. What's important is that I'm gonna help you get over this! Just think of me like your big brother!'
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Just those two words made Cream's heart flutter. Big brothers were so cool on TV, and was cooler than those people on TV because he was real! It felt so nice when he taught her, even though she knew her chances with him were nonexistent. By the end of the year, her, Cheese, and Mother had a new home, and she could finally be around humans and other Mobians without the ever present fear of breaking their limbs with a handshake. And it certainly helped her not break anything in the Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost.
The human countries were very scary during her first couple back in Station Square. It wasn't because anything here was a threat to her wellbeing, of course. Even before her powers came in, there weren't that many things a human did that could really hurt a Mobian, but on the other hand, a stray nudge from one of her kind could hurt a human, to say nothing of what her or her friends could do to either species if they weren't careful. She was taught in school that this was the reason the two races never intermingled until a Mobian was around her age. and his friends, her included, had it far worse however, freaks among freaks jokingly referred to them as. But thanks to her friend's help, she could blend into society flawlessly, no more accidents like say…swat a fly and get her hand stuck in solid steel. Thankfully the steel belonged to , so she didn't really care, but she certainly cared if it happened in a place like this.
The Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost was nothing like Station Square. She hadn't seen a concrete road since the last time she was allowed to leave the village, and the buildings here only reached up to 3 floors at best. The only thing that could match the skyscrapers of Station Square or the cities outside the village were the massive trees whose shadows darkened the entirety of the village, and instead of concrete, brick, metal and cement, all the buildings here, from the smallest to the biggest, were made of wood and rock. If she was back home on the islands, she wouldn't have to worry about ruining the work these people put into their homes and things, but things made by humans were far weaker than anything made by a Mobian. It didn't matter if the human made it just like the Mobian did or vice versa that was just how things were.
The few people on the street that passed her by had clothing that reflected this rustic architecture. She'd help bring people here many times as part of her job, and one of the rules of the Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost was that you may have only a few attachments to the modern world. To that end, everyone wore kimonos and other clothes reminiscent of Chun-Nan Federation District 2, or Japan as the people in this world called it. Odd, considering the western design of the buildings, but then again this was one of those magical villages. said that had a whole database on them, so this might just be normal.
After a few minutes of walking, Cream came up to a two story house with a slanted roof that allowed the rain to slide off into the gutter. It was also one of the only three buildings in the village that had a gutter, and the shadows casted by the trees were so pitch black that it was impossible for her to see anything behind the building. The wood used for the stairs and porch didn't look as old as the rest of the buildings in this town, with a neon sign written in English so poor she couldn't even read it. Given how tough mother's and her teacher's handwriting lessons were, it almost physically hurt the rabbit to look at it.
She jumped up the first flight of stairs in a single leap, then the second, landing on the carpet in front of the front door which had even more painfully written English. Grimacing, she fetched her key out of her dress and allowed herself inside. She was immediately hit with the smell of fresh pine and steak as she closed the door behind her with one of her ears. The sound of a tiny TV echoed throughout the small room, and the people inside, skinny and muscular ne'er do wells, were huddled around the device situated on top of a couple of crates that she found in one of the many boxes in her home.
Everyone here had a story; most of them weren't good; she should know. Back during her social studies classes before summer break, one of her assignments was to envision how got the money for his various schemes. Normally that would be something her teacher would have done during math class, but this time he wanted her and the rest of the students to use historical anecdotes of past criminal enterprises to come to a logical conclusion as to how the doctor funneled his money. Once she remembered that assignment, It didn't take her long to figure out how things worked here. These people were criminals, not criminal criminals, but the type of people deemed bad by society for things they didn't do. They were funneled here to this village via secret means, just like 's money, and like 's money, there was no way to get them back to where they were.
This town thrived on secrets, and no one was entitled to hear another story if they didn't want to share it. If you were here, you were either at the end of your rope, and very few residents wanted to know what your story was when their own lives were sad enough as it is.
"Creamu!" And speaking of sad~~and aggravating~~"How you doing Rabbito-chan? Awesome! AMAZING"
The rabbit girl gave a flat smile to the human as her ears ringed from his shouting. "I am fine Kawarimi-san." Cream replied in perfect Chun-Nan Federation Dialect# 2, or Japanese as it was called here, completing the greeting with a bow. "I am ready to work today." Perfect as her grammar and pronunciation was, the stiffness overly formal way of speaking was something she still had to work on.
"EXCELLENT!" She was a natural compared to his butchering of her home language however. Once you were drilled in the art of proper etiquette, eloquent speaking and pronunciation, the words that were coming out of the human's mouth may grind a few gears or two. It wasn't as if his bad grammar itself was grating on her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to live in such diverse areas like Station Square or Central City. but there was just this loud, blaring, booming cadence that accompanied each and every word, no matter how low his voice was. "You are EXCELLENT WORKER CREAMU! AWESOME!" He yelled. A lot. Because apparently Americans in this world shouted a lot. Each unnecessary shout was like a dagger in Cream's ears, curse these large sensitive appendages, which was quite amazing in retrospect. employed sound based attacks in the past, and yet his were nowhere near as anger inducing as Mr. Kawarimi-san's attempts to impress her with his English.
It was obvious to everyone here, but -san wasn't his real name, and if it was, she was very confused as to why he changed his first name to Mr. He wasn't a tall man, 4'5" she had to guess, and was super thin like a lot of people here. "You good?" He was also very obsessed with western culture, which was why he always spoke to her in broken LOUD English every time they talked to one another, even though she could speak his native language perfectly fine. She had excellent tutors, and especially.
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'Why of course!' She remembered agreeing happily. 'Mother will be so proud of me!'
'That's great kid!' said, giving her a thumbs up as his cheeks reddened. 'Just make sure that your mom knows it was the Great Detectives, Team Chaotix, that taught you this fancy junk!'
'Yes, fancy junk, you mean my native language.' said in disapproval as he walked in front of his older friend.
'That was very mean !' She remembered saying to the older man in disapproval, who looked away in shame as brought out a massive amount of books. As she had learned very early on ever since Station Square's destruction forced her to move to public school, most children would scream in terror learning that they had to read what had to be 2000 pages worth of stuff. 'Oooh a primer!' Mother had Cream reading six times as much by the time she was 5.
For some reason looked surprised. 'This isn't-' He then coughed. '-V-very well then.' She could have sworn she heard him mutter something in shock, but like a good ninja, he made it very hard for her rabbit ears to pick up. 'When's the best time for me to come to your house?'
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fought about that for some reason, but a week later the two taught her everything they knew, and soon enough she was speaking Chun-Nan Federation Dialect#2 in time for her Mother's birthday! "You make big delivery to Village! Kyandidēto! Kyandidēto!" He meant Candidate. Given the requirements needed for an outsider to come here, it was safe to assume that he was born in the Secluded Deathly Village of the Lost.
"I understand -san." She replied in his native language. "Are the items needed for my assignment prepared for my usage?"
"YEEAAAAAAAAH!" -san answered, loud enough for Cream to visibly wince and shiver. Curse Japanese work hierarchy. If it wasn't for that, she would have had a talk with him about this problem he had. "YOU GO GIRL!" He exclaimed with a smile, proud of his ability to speak a foreign language. Yes, speak it, and that's it. My goodness he grated on her something fierce. "Get your groove on jive turkey!" she nodded, left eye twitching, and walked away. "Good lucku Creamu!"
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When you want to take over the world, it is important to have a style, a motif, Something that would be recognized as 'you' by your subjects and their descendants, whether intentionally or not. Genghis Khan would be forever associated with the Mongol Hordes, and Adolf Hitler the corruption of the Manji symbol, the creation of a multitude of ways to torture, imprison, and kill his fellow man, and the religious fervor that inspired many today with it's hateful rhetoric.
Dr. Eggman had cartoony robot animals. And unfortunately for people not named , he had become quite skilled in the art of tamperproofing.
When one aims to take over the world with for example, a little bug on wheels with a spring on its head called a Boing-o-Bot, you'd best make sure the thing could mow down people by the dozens, which it could…when it came to humans; specifically humans. For Mobians, it just hurt, a lot, which was probably why the species's fear of him was nowhere near the level that humanity had for him, until he split the world into seven pieces….twice. One would think that if someone, like say, a 40 year old general, managed to acquire technology from this bane on humanity while he was off on some Starfield Island or whatever, that he could modify it, improve it's aesthetics so that he could take pride when his modified machines didn't invoke utter humiliation in both him and his victims, but again, Eggman made his designs tamperproof. He even made sure there were certain parameters that had to be put in place for something as simple as the optics in his robots to function, and if you pressed your luck, you would pay. Which was why the modified Egg Pawns that greeted the general as he headed to the command deck of his submarine did so… {Welcome back Commander Thiefaroony!} …In that way. Their voices had been pitched up to an absolutely grating degree, their words spoken with facsimiles of European accents so obnoxious that it'd take a team or linguists just to figure out which accent each word belonged to, and that wasn't hyperbole, it was that bad. {Hey there, its Thiefaroony, gonna steal-} Oh and they sang too.
Tuning them out, the bridge door closed behind him with the words 'THIEF' Shouting over the intercom once the bridge sensed he was on deck. Yeah the submarine was one of Eggman's as well. If hacking his robots was a feat worthy of praise, then hacking one of the doctor's many mechs would put his IT team in the G.U.N hall of fame. Sadly however, he couldn't attribute this hijacking, sloppy as it was, to them, or mortal hands to that matter. The bridge was staffed with his best officers, all human sadly. While this world had no Mobians, meaning he couldn't send them out for surface missions, this dimension was very particular about who or what it let in. The only Mobian that met this world's standards was Agent Shadow, which would be good in any other situation…for anyone not Agent Shadow. There was no way he would be on board with this particular mission in any capacity, especially once he received the non redacted dossier.
In fact, the doctor's various machines were the only pieces of technology this world's guardian allowed them to carry into this world, likely a result of the various arcane scriptures and enchantments was known to use. Though it made hacking his software even harder for mortal men, it allowed those who transcended mortality a backdoor into the doctor's security, and with the madman off on another world conquering quest, there was no one to monitor the Eggnet, not even the doctor's bumbling robot assistants, meaning…. "Demon , enter." His Demon had the run of the place, at least until the Eggnet kicked him out.
"I live to serve." As a man dealing with hard science for more than 34 years in his service to the Guardian Unit of Nations, General Ironside Rosewood did not have much in the way of imagination and creativity; he left that to the likes of the superpowered half naked animals he worked under, or the man whose sub he was sitting in. As a result, his Demon's form was incomprehensible to him, a figure that towered over him, clad in a gunmetal grey cloak with the logo of G.U.N emblazoned on the sleeves and back. He couldn't even hear his name, or see it. He knew what this was, that 'power of friendship' drivel that Sonic the Hedgehog used, and unfortunately for the human, it was a major roadblock in their mission. "This Eggnet is under my partial control master; you need not worry of another system failure."
"That's not why I've called you here." Ironside said to the Demon. "I have an inkling…one of those inklings." The Demon's posture straightened. Ironside had developed a keen intuition, likely a sixth sense developed by Chaos Radiation, for certain things, and one of those inklings was when an unforeseen factor, usually in the form of an egg-shaped mutant doctor, decided to ruin hours or even years of planning. This inkling had nothing to do with , thank god, but that didn't mean he was out of the woods. "I think we have a Mobian on this planet; one of Sonic's friends." Just what he needed. "Bring up the G.U.N Folder 'Blue Blur' please."
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There were numerous boarded up walls in the back of -san's bar, as well as many parts of the floor that were boarded up. This tavern was where she woke up, and needless to say, she didn't take it well. It was by blind luck that she didn't hurt anyone, but this establishment wasn't so lucky, hence her employment. She entered a room to the right of the last hall and came across the package, wrapped in a burlap sack and strapped to the back of a specially made baby harness that went around her body easily, after some modifications of course; she was skinnier than a human her age after all. The room was filled with dozens of giant boxes the size of a car, filled with the same items that was in the burlap sack, the only way for other people to come to this village.
The sack and harness weren't the only thing made specifically for her body type. Next to the sack was a motorcycle helmet that was turned into a mask that fit snugly around her face, and built into the front of the helmet were goggles and some weird device that made it really hard for people to tell who she was. It was also meant to protect her, in -san's words, 'giant bulbous eyes' from debris and bugs whens he ran, but she never recalled a Mobian, past or present, that had that problem. However, they put so much effort into making it that she couldn't say no. Annoying as -san was, he wasn't evil, or a bully. Or a jerk. There was no reason to deny his generosity, misplaced as it was, and since she was in his country, it was bad etiquette to talk back to your boss.
If it wasn't for the fact that none of the clothes they had that were her size could survive the speeds she ran at other than her dress and shoes, she'd probably have to wear a work uniform too. That was somewhat disappointing. She liked uniforms, especially work uniforms.
After putting the mask on , securing the package, and tightening the harness around her back, Cream went out into the woods via the tavern's 2nd back entrance. One of the reasons she couldn't refuse the mask was because it was pitch black out here, and it had excellent night vision. A determined frown set itself on Cream's face as Cheese slipped out from behind her ears, happy to be free from the downpour. "Ready Cheese?" Her brother let out a spirited 'Chao!' in response, holding up a stopwatch that was set for 30 minutes. "Get set!" He flew behind her, revving his wings. "GO!"
And thus the two sped off into the woods, ready for another day as delivery bunny and Chao.