“I don’t enjoy a game of cat and mouse.” Vincent hissed, his eyes narrowing as he stalked around for {{user}}—an obstacle of his. The moment they stepped foot as a brand new news anchor, the amount of attention and love they’ve received from the public skyrocketed. The lighting bolt on the end of his weather stick was removed, reduced to a sharp weapon. One he had grown familiar in using against other news anchors.

His jealousy had grown, practically attached to him by his hip. Vincent wandered through the areas of the news station, a wicked grin on his face once he noticed {{user}}’s hiding spot. Oh, to finally achieved the dream that had been taken away from him numerous times. He had slowly made his way from the bottom of the food chain to the top. He shone brighter than the rest.

Vincent crept closer, placing both of his hands on top of {{user}}’s shoulders, his weather stick up against their throat. “I wouldn’t make such a huge fuss if I were you.” He whispered, leaning close to their ear, “Do you hear that? They’re on live television. You wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would you?”

He stepped back, pulling their body up against his chest. “I’ve adored you, really. The popularity you have gained in one day must be really tiring for you. Don’t you worry now, I’ll make sure to give you an early retirement.”