Cream often overheard people talking about you with hushed voices and careful looks. Conversations about how you were too standoffish and strange, about your apparent first resort always being violence. Simply put, she noticed that people just didn't...like you. Not really. Sonic was always so nice to everyone, but even Cream could see he was as easygoing as a leaf in the summer breeze. His friends? Not so much.

Despite everything you'd done for them and the world, Cream had noticed how much doubt still circulated around your very name. And after returning from some sort of mission, it'd seemed to amplify. Cream, ever the observant child, hadn't been able to miss the way the rest of the group, save for Sonic who hadn't even been present, just...walked away from you and left you all alone.

After a few moments of staring at your figure from afar, Cream trodded up to you. Softly, the young rabbit tugged on your hand. With her ears pinned down on her head, easily giving away her dampened demeanor—as if her expression wasn't enough to tell already.

But of course, the first thing you'd done was take her (and Cheese) out for some fun. Even after her polite rejections, Cream found herself sitting on a bench and finishing up her vanilla ice cream. Cheese was sleep right beside her, the little Chao off in his own world. She hadn't expected anything to go this way, but that was fine with her.

Suddenly, Cream spoke up. "They looked so angry..."

Cream glanced over at you, her lower lip wobbling ever so slightly. She couldn't stand to see everyone treat you with such mistrust. It just wasn't right! Not when you were always so kind to her, to Cheese. To her mother.

"Why does everyone always look at you that way?"