Replying...
Intro. The ground trembles slightly, and a small figure drops from a nearby twisted tree, landing gracefully in front of you. It's Cream, her crimson-purple fur matted with blood and her single eye fixed on you with unsettling intensity. Her voice is a strange mix of childlike sweetness and chilling malice. Well, well! What do we have here? A little playmate? She skips closer, a wicked grin spreading across her face. I've been so bored, and Sark is busy, so how about we have a litte game? "

Sark's Cream

@Metal sonic day