Sweetness' P.O.V (First time I'm writing as her~ Let's see how it goes...)

I ran home as fast as I could. 'Home'... never could quite get used to that. Never really was my home, but it's the closest thing I've got. I hate those bullies... I never did anything to them. They'd make fun of me, hit me sometimes too. Not that I haven't dealt with that enough...

I ran in through the door and closed it, locking it too. I was trudging, about to make my way upstairs when I was stopped. By my Papa... of course. "Hey, sweetie, how was school?" He smiled softly. I hate how he acts so innocent... how he acts like he cares even though he doesn't.

"Hey... Papa." I said, sounding basically dead. I stopped myself from crying more than I was earlier. I had tear stains on my cheeks. I watched as his smile faltered. And his concern... he probably faked having concern for anyone back when he was a hero. If you could even call him that.

"Hey... you ok?" "...Perfectly fine, Papa." I tried to keep my voice from wavering, and it almost did, but I stopped myself. It felt weird to talk though. "...Did you have a tough day at school, baby girl..?" He rubbed my head. "...Don't touch me." I said in a cold tone. I knew I'd probably pay for it later.

To my surprise, I watched his ears droop. What..? Why does he look... sad..? "Hey... it's alright... daddy's here..." He opened his arms to me. I... I don't know why... but... I dropped my schoolbag... and walked into his arms... He hugged me... and I cracked.

I broke down and started to sob and cry... I hugged him back. "Hey... it's ok... daddy's here for you... I love you, baby girl..." He doesn't mean that... stop it... why do I wish he did..? Stop... he's not my real papa...

I sobbed into his stomach when he suddenly picked me up and cradled me like a little kid. He picked up my bag and threw it over his shoulder. "...Where's Mama..?" I spoke in between sobs. "...Not here. Why? Do you want her? She's at work." I sniffed again, "No... I just wanted to know..." I continued sobbing and he pecked my forehead. "Ok, baby... hey, you want hot chocolate?" I thought about it for a moment and shyly nodded. "Yes, please..."

He smiled down at me softly and carried me into the kitchen, making me a cup of the warm liquid cacao.

Sonic's P.O.V (First time writing as this Sonic too~ Fun~)

Why..? Why is she so cute..?! I... I can't say anything about her that I won't regret later. Good or bad. I hate seeing her cry like this... plus, it's my job to make her cry! Not those brats at her school!

She whimpered in my arms. I placed her on the counter and heated up some chocolate milk for her, grabbing a couple marshmallows and plopping them into the warm drink. I placed it next to her and placed her backpack on the kitchen table. I'll tell Amy later.

I picked up my daughter- wait- did I just call her-? Doesn't matter. I picked her up, and her drink, and brought her over to the living room, on the couch. "Hey... you wanna watch TV, baby? I can grab some pillows and blankets, make us comfy?" She looked hesitant. "Well... I don't wanna spill it... by accident... and get in trouble-" "Hey, you won't get in trouble." I cut her off, her giving me a shocked look of disbelief.

"...Really?" "Yeah! I'll clean it up for ya- yer mom will never know." She blinked twice, probably in shock, "For real..? You won't hit me..?" I froze. We never really... discussed... the beatings. It happened, she cries, it's over, and it's like it never existed! I cleared my throat, "Uh- no. Of course not. Nono- my little girl doesn't get punished for being sad." She hesitated, and I could tell she was nervous, but she nodded in agreement.

I got up and came back with a few blankets and a lot of pillows. She took a sip of her hot chocolate and placed it down on the table, making sure to use a coaster. I covered her in the blankets and she giggled, I love her giggle.

We put the pillows behind us and all around so we'd be extra comfy. It felt like a big fluffy cloud and I could tell that she loved it.

We laid the blankets and pillows out on us and I let her pick the movie. She picked a funny Disney movie. Ratatouille. "Why this movie?" I asked her. "...It's about a rat overcoming the odds. Escaping his destiny for his dreams... if only I could-" And she clamped her mouth shut.

Sweetness, my little girl, she's not allowed to break character and be who she is truly. She knows the punishment for that, so I don't blame her for covering her mouth like that.

I pulled her in and rubbed her shoulder to calm her down. Physical comfort always seems to help her more... which always surprised me. I held her closely and stroked her quills. "Hey... Sweetness... it's alright... I know what you meant... and I'm sorry..." She looked up at me, confused. "...Papa, why are you sorry?" "...Because I can't fulfill that dream, baby girl. And I'm sorry." I pulled her into my lap and stroked her quills.

She leaned against me and laid on my body. "It's ok, Papa... I get it... it's not your fault." But it IS... "Sweetness... but-" "I love you, Papa... Now watch the movie." She leaned forward to grab her hot cocoa, but she couldn't reach. I leaned over and helped her drink it, being careful not to spill, and placed it on the table again.

I carefully inched her out of my lap and onto the couch, so I could hug her easier. We were all wrapped in blankets and pillows while I hugged her close, her doing the same and laying on me.

"...I love you too, Baby Girl."