Tony received a letter one nice morning in 2011. It was an invitation from his family! He hadn't ever gotten mail from anyone unless it was absolute psychopaths cloying for his attention DESPITE the fact that he was on a break from murder. This was a... pleasant(?) surprise.

The Kronos family reunion was coming up (even though Kronos himself never actually attended) and they said that, thanks to his improvements in attitude and general lack of evil, he was invited to come visit. Tony couldn't help but scoff. Really now? A family reunion? Didn't he have better things to...

Tony glanced at the letter in his hand and turned around to look at his house. It was dark and empty and silent. He'd been waiting and doing nothing for ages now. Quietly collecting dust like a worthless trophy on a mantle.

After all, he reasoned with himself, it only made sense to attend. He was THE first Kronos family member. He was the first child, and the one that's lasted the longest. It wouldn't be a REAL family reunion without him, and he could show all those worthless wastes of godly DNA what a REAL time relative looked like.

Besides, it's not like it would be all that bad.

...

This was awful.

Tony hunkered down in a corner of the house in absolute disgust. There were so many... PEOPLE here! So many lesser creatures, so many idiots, so many modern folk. Everyone and everything was so loud and STUPID. There were children running around and screaming at each other. "Adults" standing around making idle talk about worthless things and worthless people. Droning on in those HORRID voices of theirs. Even the food here BARELY made up for it. He could make better Yoylecake in his sleep!

"Honestly, they're heathens, the lot of them," Tony muttered under his breath. It took all his might to not stop time and just stab everyone in the eye. But he had to remind himself. He was better than that.

Wasn't he?

Tony sighed and retreated to another room with less people, although he seemed to have the worst luck of the party following him. He made sure to shove anyone who got in his path out of the way with just a bit more force than necessary, and luckily no one had the foolishness to retaliate.

He settled down in a chair and let his eyes unfocus, disassociating and just letting the conversation pass through him as he thought about other, more important things. His mind jumped from one thought to the next, new things popping in as he remembered some random fact or took a glance at something in the room. After only a little while though, something in the room caught his attention.

"...and I'm gonna be on the biggest object show of all time!"

Tony shook his head out of his stupor and glanced at the person who said that. It was one of his many, MANY younger cousins. He was rambling excitedly to one of the humans in the room.

He'd heard of object shows before. He'd even watched a few and they piqued his interest, mostly because they allowed for constant murder in order to win. And REAL murder too, not any of that fake actor stuff. Sometimes he'd thought about attending one as an excuse to kill people but he'd dismissed it. He didn't need to appear on television. Not yet.

"What's the show?" he found himself asking without even thinking about it.

The boy blinked his eyes in confusion before turning his gaze towards Tony. He looked him up and down and all over before asking, "Uh... who are you?"

Tony's face clenched into a distorted, strained smile in an attempt to hide his fury. Through clenched teeth he sputtered, "I'm Tony. Tony the Talking Clock. What's. Your. Name?"

"Oh, I think I've heard of you before. Sorry, I just didn't recognize you. My name's Clock!" The boy thrust out his hand for a shake which Tony "politely" declined.

"Seriously? Clock. That's your name."

"Well, I'm sorry but it's what I am! I'm not anything special, I'm just a clock, so that's my name!" he folded his arms in annoyance.

This... this absolute buffoon had the audacity to be angry at him? Tony was already regretting this conversation. Nevertheless, he felt some dumb need to continue it.

"So, what were you saying about being on an object show?"

"OH! Well, I'm gonna be on B.F.D.I. and I'm gonna compete and hopefully I'll get voted on and win the prize, I mean technically I'm not actually on it guaranteed yet but there's no way I'm gonna lose and-"

Tony's eyes glazed over as Clock's voice turned into fuzz. Was the universe punishing him for not killing people? Was this what he got for trying to add some excitement to his life? Why did he even attend this reunion. The only person he would've cared to see never showed up anyways.

"-and are you even listening?"

Tony felt Clock shove his arm and he snapped out of his stupor to glare down at him. Clock quickly shifted from a playful smile to nervousness at the look.

"I don't very much care for what you have to say, dear cousin." Tony's voice dripped with venom.

"I- y'know it's not very nice to ask someone something and then get annoyed when they talk about it!"

"Hmph, I asked because I thought it would be interesting, but you clearly misled me in that department."

"Wh- I- Are you serious!?" Clock stood up, which didn't really do much for his height. "First of all, that's extremely mean of you to say, I was trying to talk with you! Second of all, I beg to TICKING differ! I'm gonna win an entire island that will bend to my hearts content, can you say that?" Clock thrusted his finger in Tony's face.

The tall object smirked and pushed it away. "I don't need some island to validate myself." Clock groaned, "Oh yeah? Well I'm not gonna let you on when I win." Tony rolled his eyes, although he had to admit, this boy was starting to get on his nerves. The other people in the room were starting to file out due to the sheer tension and awkwardness. Tony stood up as well, towering over the boy.

"You're starting to irritate me, my dear cousin. Perhaps you should just leave," he gestured to the door.

Clock's fists clenched as he glared up at Tony before averting his gaze. "No. I'm not leaving until you apologize." He tried to lower his voice and calm down, but a distinct shakiness could still be heard.

"And why should I do that? I don't owe anyone anything, especially not someone like you."

"What makes you think you're so much better than everyone else?"

"I know I am."

"WELL YOU'RE NOT! You know what I've heard about you? I didn't want to believe it; I didn't think anyone could be that horrid, I thought it was just nonsense, especially when you were acting so normal at first! But no! You really are some sad, stupid, lonely little dummy that doesn't even have the decency to-"

Tony grabbed Clock by the wrist and dragged him out the room. He was excited. If he was gonna break his streak, he might as well make it fun.