Tails was at the local pub, giggling to himself, waiting for some poor sap to test him, the past two years changed the poor little fox, making him a full blown sociopathic, narcissistic, paranoid, schizophrenic, delusional, and all around insane person, but it's his life not there's. His so called friends abandoned him, leaving him jaded, and easily agitated. All he knew is that anyone can be the enemy.
"Hey, what'ya doin here punk." "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner, what do we have for him Bob?" Tails rant's, disturbing the poor gentleman... "What are you going on about?" The man asks, getting a scalpel blade to the neck, scaring him and any and all bystanders in the pub. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY PELT" Tails rambles, striking him in the shoulder plate, jamming the blade into the bone, then yanking it out to dislodge it, making his escape.
"Consequences of my actions please don't come for me" Tails sings lyrically, getting away, again. "Now my pleasantly shattered mind, where are you taking me, cuz I feel like I'm not in Kansas anymore... Fido was it, Feefee, whatever." Tails chuckles manically. His mind wasn't entirely broken from two years worth of electrotherapy, and the sad thing is after two years, they literally said fuck off to him and sent a newly formed maniac into the cold, and dangerous world. Tails giggles.. "Wait, I feel like there's somebody behind me, staring, TRYNA SELL ME SOMETHING... no, okay." Tails chuckles. Sticks, watching from the trees, a tone, and weird twin tailed fox was in front of her, but, that can't be Tails, he's a lot more sane than that fox. Could it be?
Sonic heard from Sticks, which then in turn, Amy was told, than finally, a grouchy Knuckles. Said giggling fox kicked the door open... "Waz'up bitches, Tails in the house... wait, do I know y'all?" Tails chuckles sinisterly. "What the hell, do you got any..." Before Amy could finish the sentence, The insane fox was standing in front of her wagging a finger, mimicking her sentence: "Why are you so rude to your guest of honor."
Picking up a red eyed plushie, Tails says, "Aww, what a cute... die you little demon spawn, you won't take my soul." Plunging a rusted knife into it's soft cotton, carving it open. "Jeez, y'all look like you just witnessed a murder." Tails says, shrugging it off, taking a seat on the couch. "Can anyone explain to me... what in the fuck was all that?" Amy asks, enraged.
Tails found the key to the old garage, which his broken thought process said wasn't his, but told him to do it anyways.
"Wait, isn't this... I don't know, illegal." Tails says, giggling maniacally, "Since when did you start caring?" Asks a voice in his head. "Guess I'll stay." Tails chuckles like an, well insane person.