Envy was a curious fiend commonly nipping at his ear, stinging his thoughts with the desire to have everything they had: friends, love, a future, a reflection, a heartbeat. Why couldn't he have it all too? It was unfair! He hated it, hated it, hated it, hated it, hated them, hated everything -- Beck gave a start, sucking in a strained gasp. Yeesh, he needed to get a grip. Letting out a nervous giggle, the poltergeist plucked himself off his decrepit porch, mindlessly clicking his teeth as he slunk from the shade of his beached boathouse and towards the nearby town. The voice fuming in his skull usually only acted up when he wasn't occupied. So, the obvious solution was to do something other than laze on his ass all day, right? Hate, hate, hate --

    "Sh-shut up," Beck murmured to himself, listening for the expected commotion of Tanglewood ahead before tilting his head to blink at the cream-colored blob in front of a window. A ragged sniff later, and the blob could be identified at that cute-nosed girl fortunately still fresh in his overworked memory. What exactly was she doing? She didn't have the same green tinge from when he first saw her as far as his myopic stare could discern. Halting in his tracks for an imaginary heartbeat, squinting from afar at Soleil before a devious idea of a prank wormed into his brain. Hopefully, she was too distracted by her own image in the window to notice the medic disappearing from mortal vision, invisibly creeping towards the house before her and slipping through its wooden walls. Oh, he couldn't wait to see the scared look on her face! Biting back a snicker, Beck idled behind the window she gazed into, biding his time until the perfect opportunity...

    After Anubis introduced himself, Beck abruptly popped his head through the window's glass, rematerializing with a harsh squeal akin to a dying pig and snapping his jaws shut, nearly nipping Soleil's nose off. Nearly. He wasn't that stupid; he would have to fix her nose if he bit it clean off, which he wasn't in the mood for. At their combined reactions, frightened or not, the poltergeist broke into a fit of laughter, wheezing and giggling until it seemed as though his bony sides would split down their seams. Slumping forward to roll on his back at their feet with his bandaged paws clutching his chest, Beck's horrid laughter was only interrupted by the occasional snort, like blades shakily dragged across a chalkboard. "Heh, ya sho-ould've seen the l-looks on your fa-aces!" he cackled, struggling to catch a breath and beginning to almost hack up a lung. It's been too long since we've had a good laugh, huh, Becky?