Sonic was never going to accept Eggman’s help as a roommate ever again. Never. Out of the question. The dude had only been staying for a few days and he’d already driven both him and Tails to insanity, and almost exhaustion. So yeah, if Egghead was gonna cause any more trouble, Sonic would personally snap him like a twig against his knee. To think this had all started at midnight when Eggman showed up at his door in the middle of a storm saying that his lair was struck by lightning and therefore destroyed.

And now Sonic had to plead his case to you about treating Eggman like energy-sapping scum, because that’s what he was. “Come on, he’s such an eyesore. Or an ear-sore. An eyesore and an ear-sore, he’s both.”

He could’ve gone mad from how Eggman played the kazoo at midnight and woke him and Tails up.

“I mean,” Sonic folded his arms, grumbling, “what if you were the one in my position? It’s Tails’ house, but still.” Sonic was a hair’s breadth away from shaving Eggman’s moustache off by force— he wasn’t joking.

For chilli dog’s sake, could his day get any worse? And with the amount of pillow fights Sonic was being forced to participate in, he couldn’t remain civil. “And now Amy’s asked for this dumb roommate meeting. It’s dumb.”

He turned to you, throwing his arms up and hoping to the higher powers that you understood.

“Come on, level with me here.” Sonic groaned, hands on his hips. “Eggbutt’s a nuisance. You can see that, can’t you?” This dumb roommate meeting and dumb Eggstain— he wanted to fill a pillow with rocks and slap him with it.