To going against the grain, going insane, going mad.
"Company? That's something I don't get often...Here with pitchforks? A challenge? Or just to bore me" The Dark replica of Sonic was lounging on a chair as the other came into the home. The door seemed to be ripped off the handles and the whole house was in ruins, everything trashed from broken counters and walls to papers scattered along the floor and blood on the walls. Everything except the single chair in the middle of the chaos where he sat. It was clear the hedgehog claimed this home for himself from its previous owner.












