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Sweetness' P.O.V

So... Why don't I hate them?

I have every reason to, and they hurt me! But I don't hate them..? It might have something to do with the fact that I feel like I deserve it. Which I do.

What I did is unforgivable... yet even though they hit me... they take care of me. And not just because they need to, I can tell. I don't think that they need to ask me how my day was, even though I can't always tell them.

They don't have to give me every meal, they don't have to drop me to school if I miss the bus, even though they're angry when I do. They don't have to give me an ice pack after they hit me, they don't have to help me do things that I physically can't do anymore.

They don't have to give me food or drinks, or comfort me when I'm crying. They don't have to let me have possessions, or watch TV, even though I can only watch kid shows.

There's a lot of things that, after what I did, I don't feel like I deserve to do... but they do... and they let me...

But why..?

Sonic's P.O.V

I walked in on Sweetness in the living room. She was supposed to be doing her homework, but she was looking down at her lap.

I rolled my eyes and sat next to her, making her jump. She looked at me wide-eyed and blinked twice. "...H-Hi, Papa." She gave me a nervous smile. "You're not doing your homework." I accused. "Y-Yes I am."

I scoffed, knowing that obviously wasn't true. "You wanna argue with me?" I sassed, knowing she wouldn't dare do it back. She shook her head, "N-No, Papa... I'm sorry. I um- w-was just... thinking about things..."

She looked anxious... that's how she usually felt around me. But why does it bother me now? I sighed, "...Do you need help?" I didn't question what she was thinking about. I knew it had nothing to do with this simple multiplication. And I knew she didn't actually need help.

She was a genius. I'd always thought she was smart, especially before-... she was remarkable. "Um... not really... but I suppose if you want to help-" "I do." I cut her off. "I know you typically don't need help... but I wanna be there for you."

She gave me a blank look. An 'are you kidding me?' mixed with a 'you're bullshiting me, right?'. Yeah, she's definitely not stupid. I did always want to have a relationship with her though. A friend-ish one.

When we fought, we even designated days and times. It wasn't just about her... motives... we actually enjoyed fighting against each other. No matter how much she had denied it.

Sweetness rolled her eyes, which actually surprised me. She never shows any attitude, why now? "Yeah right, like you care." Why was I offended? "Of course I do! You're my daughter, my everything, I would die for you, my little angel." I grabbed her and squeezed her tightly.

It hurts, how much I think of her as what Charlie would've been if they didn't die...

But that's life for you. Full of tragedies. "P-Papa... I need... air..." I quickly let go of her and she took a deep breath. "Sorry..." I gave her an awkward smile. "I-It's ok..." She leaned against me. "Oh, but... my visions, it's oh, so blurry with this lack of oxygen..."

I chuckled, "Is that how it works-?" "Sh. I can't see..! I suppose... I cannot complete this brain dead homework..." She puts the back of her hand on her forehead. "Woe is me!" I smiled at her and gently pushed her off so she sat up.

"Ok, my little rockstar. I'll help you." I started to explain the homework to her as if she were an actual child having trouble.

She nodded every once in a while, as if she was just starting to understand the simple work. And after I finished explaining, she quickly finished her homework, and we joked around a little.

Y'know, sometimes it feels like she's actually my- "Hey, you two! It's time for dinner! Get your butts over here!" Ah, perfect timing~ "Thanks, hun!"

Sweetness gave me a sly look. Uhhh- what? "It's hard to tell who tops sometimes, y'know~" I choked on air and started coughing into my fist, my cheeks heating up. "I- hey!!" My voice cracked and she giggled.

I gave her a little glare and she continued to giggle, "I'm serious! Mama always looks mad at you!" I mean... she does have a point. But I love Amy, I love my wife, and I know she loves me too. "Well... sh-shut up! I top her and I'll never let her forget it." "Whatever you say~"

Sweetness stood up and put her stuff away in her backpack, I got up after a second or two to help her and then we went to eat dinner.

Sweetness' P.O.V

I'm not sleeping tonight.

Perfect.

And I told you so! He acts like he cares, but I know he doesn't! Wanna know why?!

BECAUSE HE NEVER DID!!!