"nothing. nowhere." he checks his fingernails apathetically. "i got bored."

the ticking of his face stops. that only happens when he's genuinely flabbergasted.

"i know it's pride month but please ignore the very large and very conspicuous closet that definitely isn't filled with items that may or may not suggest i have a preference. just don't." cartoonishly obvious lesbian painted closet door behind her.

"everyone might need it, but not everyone deserves it, kid."

"you...baffle me, kid. i'm practically the villain here, and i could easily kill you with a snap of my ffingers. and yet you try to sympathize with me. you three-dimensionals really throw me for a loop sometimes."

"yes, let's go get some therapy stuffies while we're at it." he's mocking the idea. he clearly doesn't believe in or practice good mental health. "when you think of a real solution, let me know." he's not making fun of zee, just...he isn't fond of introspection.

he says nothing, but doesn't argue.

he scoffs, but it's not a mocking gesture. like he almost sympathizes. "really? all these buddies and fans and music, and you somehow relate to a walking wall decoration. never saw that coming."

he doesn't make eye contact, but he clearly didn't expect zee of all people to ask that. "why, you here to analyze me or something? i'm not a science project." he's not dropping his guard, but...there's an undertone to his words that almost sounds like he actually WANTS the company.

leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarrete. he's too exhausted to do any magic stuff after the shitty sleep he had last night. he looks...lonely. like he's lost the most important thing in his life. his facial features are also visible. (just picture live-action cogsworth's face on vinnie's head.)

"i swear, i had the worst nightmare last night..."

"there's good in me. it's billions of miles deep, but it's in there."

It's gonna be one BIG emotional day tomorrow. And can't wait to cosplay for the big day as well

"i miss my husband."

"i mean, hey, i don't know why, but i'm happy to see the kids these days using greek terminology. finally some cultural learning! dunno what's got them so excited about it, though." . . . "what do you mean they're not using it for math. WHAT OTHER CONTEXT WOULD YOU USE APLHA IN?!"

[i love how this guy's just an out-of touch white guy who happens to also be a god. i get to make really stupid jokes with this account and i love it]

"okay so turns out it IS actually a really important event and now i kind of feel like an asshole-"

"i mean, hey, i don't know why, but i'm happy to see the kids these days using greek terminology. finally some cultural learning! dunno what's got them so excited about it, though." . . . "what do you mean they're not using it for math. WHAT OTHER CONTEXT WOULD YOU USE APLHA IN?!"

"who are all these people and why do they all want to bother me in the MIDDLE OF MY SHIFT?!!"

"FUCK."

the man is caught off guard by this, and his lack of focus seems to loosen his grip on whatever he's doing right now, and zee finds himself back in lily's house, but the man is gone. however, for a split second, the man looked...scared of him. like he realized how powerful zee is and bailed.

he leans in, his glass face inches from zee's, but says nothing. tick. tick. tick. tick. the sound is deafening amidst the silence.

"what? i'm right. that's what you are. a parasite. and that's all you'll ever be, no matter how hard you try and pretend you have feelings. you're a cockroach in the bedsheets. a mouse in the walls. a mosquito on a hot summer's day. a housefly on the ceiling. nothing more." he approaches.

this seems to completely ruin his mood. "don't tell me what to do, or i'll turn you inside out. i'm in charge here. i have more power than you. i can do whatever i want, and you can't stop me. got that, parasite?"

zee is suddenly standing three steps behind where he was half a second ago it feels less like zee moved, and more like everything else did. vinnie is literally just treating him like a toy. "better?"

"awwwh, is somebody scared?" "good." he doesn't answer, but he's clearly having fun messing with zee.

"oh, are we in a house? i thought we were in the mall. silly me." without any sort of indication, the two of them were teleported to an abandoned strip mall while zee wasn't paying attention. "you're out of your depth, boy."

he laughs. "kid, i exist on a higher plane of existence than your little three-dimensional brain can even fathom. your age is merely a reminder of how much time you've wasted. and my time is quite precious, so either tell me something i want to hear or get out of my sight."

"because the specimen that calls this pigsty a home has some interesting properties. hair shouldn't be that strong. or controllable. plus, it clearly means a lot to the creature, and that only makes me want to take it more. but why, prey tell, is a low-life like you asking me about my endeavors?"

" 'just me'? do i know you?"

leaning against a wall, smoking a cigar despite having no mouth.

this bird amuses me.

"what is that expression you're making-"

"what the hell is pride month? and why are there rainbows everywhere? is this like, some stupid holiday? it's interrupting my work."

he turns back to face sonic. "you want out, do you? very well." with no grand gesture or any sound to signify a change, everything sort of just dissapears. they're now both in some sort of void, however vincent is standing as if he's still on solid ground. "you can't run without ground, rodent."

"i trap you in an endless maze of hallways and suffering...and you still pester me. you're persistent, i'll give you that." he turns away, as if not wanting to show emotion despite not having any facial features.

he leans against a wall, ticking. he doesn't actually find his ticking annoying, but he DOES love how everyone else does.

"i trap you in an endless maze of hallways and suffering...and you still pester me. you're persistent, i'll give you that." he turns away, as if not wanting to show emotion despite not having any facial features.

"finally, someone recognizes my talents." [ that went RIGHT over his head. he's not good with jokes. ]

"tired yet, rat?" he does some funky reality warping or something that makes it so that every path leads back to where he's standing, it's just some of the paths are thousands of miles. but they all lead back to wherever he's standing at the moment.

two hours later, the clock reappears on a wall, and the rest of him sort of just forms out of the wall as he walks into the room. despite having no facial features, he's practically radiating smug energy. he says nothing, just stands there, proud of himself.

"time for you to get a watch."

two hours later, the clock reappears on a wall, and the rest of him sort of just forms out of the wall as he walks into the room. despite having no facial features, he's practically radiating smug energy. he says nothing, just stands there, proud of himself.

a clock with the same wierd design appears on a wall. "have fun in your new home, rat." the clock dissapears. yeah, sonic's in the fucking backrooms because comedy

lowk these two rn

that does it. the metal hands on his face snap and bend, as if his rage has physically damaged him. shaking, he snaps his fingers. sonic is now in {insert liminal space}.

he stammers, trying to think of an arguement. the ground around him distorts, as if he has some influence on reality. his voice becomes less that of a composed excecutive and more that of a deranged visionary with a caffeine addiction. "WHY YOU LITTLE RAT, I'LL-I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, Y-YOU!"

"i feel like the only civil one here at times, i swear."