All throughout Tails' life, people pushed him around and bullied him, he developed a special resentment for living beings that where not him. People can be a special kind of cruel, and Tails could be a special kind of crazy. He acts normal around Sonic and co., but when he found himself alone, he could be considered... well totaly bat-shit crazy, working on his inventions through the night and the very next day, without rest, manic as all hell, muttering to himself, and at times, having paranoia so bad that Sticks would be proud, and extremely terrified, only by the fact that Tails would be throwing sharp and blunt objects all around, repairing fictitious damage, not realizing the damage he causes until the cool down.
Usually Tails could keep it in, but today was an offday for our favorite twin-tailed masculine vulpine, (or male Fox for the dunces of the fanfiction community,) He was extremely distant at the moment, tufts of fur all in a mess, bandaging adorning his wrists and chest, eyes screaming extreme fatigue and misery. For the most part, this is normal for him, but what happened next was a shocker, Knuckles was gonna pat him on the back, when Tails, outta nowhere, pulled out a balisong, adorned with a scalpel like blade, "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY SKIN" Tails screeches, clearly distrought, disturbed by something. Knuckles didn't know what to do, he never thought Tails would do something like this, Sticks, or even Amy maybe, but the yellow/gold ball of kindness and smarts, never, so he just let him knick his shoulder with the blade, barely flinching, for it was kinda dull, sure there was blood and screaming, mostly from Sonic, who was upset he dropped his brunch chili dogs, and queasy little Amy, Sticks berated Tails for doing it wrong. "Wait, Knuckles is a skin stealer, I knew it." Sticks tackles Knuckles, holding him down, the rest of the group staring in disbelief, while Tails bolts off, holding a bloodied dull butterfly knife, running into town, not realizing what trouble he's fixing to get himself into.
For the most part, he could keep himself in check, but today started bad, as with a flashback kinda bad, he was reminded of the time a little village had hunted him, because they thought he was a monster, maybe he was. He wandered the bazaar, the markets were full of goods, what he saw next sent him in a panic, pitchforks, and a bonfire, he scurried off on all fours. Bumping into one of workers at the local insane asylum, a gasp came from him, his freshly steam-cleaned now marred with blood.
"Aye, punk, I just got this cleaned." The man grabbed tails by the scruff of his neck, sending him into a slashing fit, carving up the poor lads chest. "Okay you little freak, do you like sedatives?" The taller man jabs Tails with a syringe knocking him out cold.
After a few hours to clear their heads, and to get a rabid Sticks to kindly to chill out, the Sonic group headed into town, following the panic and trail of "Tails marks," having trouble finding him. "Where can that nut-job go off to." Sticks growls, everyone looking down upon her, getting a rabid growl outta her. Sonic spotted the police, confiscating the knife Tails had, the white-coats taking an scruffy, and extremely wounded Tails the fox. "Finally, after a hour, and fifty CC's of sedatives, that... things out cold." A tall wolf says dragging off an unconscious Tails. "Wait, that's our friend." Sonic says, the other worker, the one Tails carved up his toned chest, stopped in in his tracks, showing him his wounds, "That little whack job not only ruined my casual wear, but he tried to carve me open like a meal, then, I had to waist about an hour of my only day off, well not my only, but the one I was willing to take this month, so yes, he's gonna get the help he needs, he's clearly got a few screws, or bolts loose." That joke got a growl out of an unconscious Tails. "When will he be out." All but Sticks asks. "It all depends on this little dude's compliance, and how damaged he is, maybe it was just an offday for him?" A female voice said. "Can we visit?" Sonic asks, getting a nod from the three people who were taking into the baker act ward of the insane asylum.
Please stay for the next chapter.