[Action] - Fourth Wall Event

[kingofthetoybox]

[Just by a couple homes, a giant, metallic, futuristic bed has found its way smack dab in the middle of the road. It's clear to see that the bed, ominous and imposing with its dark purple color and 'face', though offset just a bit by the pig snout emblem above it, is occupied. Lying in the bed, protected by a glass capsule, is a familiar boy.

... Boy? Was it appropriate to call him that?

He had all the features of a fat, young boy, but over them were all the features of a decrepit man: wrinkled, pale skin and gray hair.

The man lied there, gasping for breath, lounging underneath the sunny blue sky with not a single means available to him to escape it. If anyone approaches him, he'd turn his head, weakly, and say in his tired, scratchy, though bratty voice...]

... Like what you see...?

Comments

[discorderly]

[Discord doesn't answer. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, he just presses both hands against the glass and starts circling his tongue over it.]

[kingofthetoybox]

Okay.

[He says simply, mouth agape and expression hardly changing...]

That's pretty disgusting. If I could smell your breath, I'm sure that'd be disgusting too.

[discorderly]

Oh, it IS! I'll show you!

[Discord hefts a morning star he's holding now. If you want to tell him not to smash the glass, now is probably a good time.]

[kingofthetoybox]

[Porky presses a few buttons on a secret panel by his hand. The crib starts crackling with red electricity as if an electric fence had been turned on.]

Hey. This little toy of mine might not be able to move now, but you can see how how doing that? Would be a pretty bad idea. So. Don't?

[Hm.] Or did that actually make you want to do it?

[discorderly]

[.......yeah, it's that second one.

Discord brings the morning star down on the glass. His skeleton becomes visible as the electricity crackles through him, which he seems to enjoy immensely.]

[stormbroken]

[Unlike Discord, Flare - still a pony, mind you - will eye the bed with scepticism, leaning against it the same way one leans against an old friend. She recognizes that voice.

...and Harvey would blow at least three or four gaskets if he saw ANYBODY stuck like this, in Equestria or otherwise. Way to play on his worst nightmares entirely by accident, Pokey.]

Mayfield do this, or...

[kingofthetoybox]

I've known a couple Mayfield's in my extended lifetime. But they're nobody worth giving a wedgie.

[His head cocks over toward Flare and he looks down at her from the side of the bed. Bones creak and muscles ache with each movement, but he still manages to look over the pony.]

What I've never seen before is a talking pony. So why're you talking like you know me?

[stormbroken]

[Shows what you know. Mayfield's not a person's name. That tells her all she needs to know, though. This must be the real one, the one that the digital clone broke away from. Ugh, no wonder the kid was still having Issues.]

Because I do, champ. Or at least, a you.

One I know isn't made of human jerky.

[kingofthetoybox]

What? A me? Like, a robot or something? Hard as it may seem to believe, but I'm not following you. There's only one Master Porky Minch around.

[He was genuinely interested now.]

[ceasetoexist]

[He doesn't know why he's moving towards it. Maybe it's a sense of...not deja vu. Familiarity? But one he can't place. Like he's...not seen it before, so much as felt it. Heard about it. It doesn't matter. He can't stop walking towards it.

And when he gets to it?

He immediately stomps a foot down on the glass of the capsule, as if he thinks he could somehow break it, if not through strength than at least through hatred.]

Leave.

[In some other time, some other place, maybe Pokey would consider what he was seeing more. Be more interested in it, take more immediate concern about what it meant for him. For others.

But right now, he can't.

Hatred. Just hatred. And fear of what could come with this, enough to make him request something that he knows can't be accomplished.]

[kingofthetoybox]

... What? Who... Ah. You're the other me.

[He laughs tiredly, as if gasping more than laughing. There really was another Porky running around after all. But this one, there was something different about him that caught him off guard. Porky just chalks it up to seeing another version of himself. Now that manages to perk him up a little from his infinite boredom.]

Heh. You know I would, but I'm kinda stuck here. Can't move this stupid thing. And I hope you're planning on cleaning up that smudge you just left with your dirty shoe.

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah, sure. Let me get that for you.

[And there he goes, hoking up a big blob of spit onto the glass.

Never mind it's aimed at your face instead of where the smudge is, Porky.]

Don't worry, I can get you where you want to go. How about a trip into the lake? Ever gone scuba diving?

[kingofthetoybox]

[He only smiles at that.]

This is too rich. You're actually, genuinely, true-blue really mad here. I can't think why I'd make you angry. I'm you.

[action]

[polyturtle]

...Well, yes and no.

[Hello, slightly wobbly turtle here.]

[kingofthetoybox]

It's gotta be one or the other, man. Don't be so wishy-washy, or the girl turtles won't like you.

[He laughs at his own joke.]

[polyturtle]

Actually, it can be both.

[He'd get his bearings soon enough. He's a bit shaky in the meantime as he comes closer.]

On the one hand, you're clearly in a hyperbaric chamber of some kind. And judging by the design...and material...

[Knock knock]

...You're not getting out anytime soon. But on the other hand, this kind of technology and material is fascinating. Its definitely advanced and well-built!

[kingofthetoybox]

Well, duh.

[He takes the moment to stick his nose up into the air. He coughs a bit but proceeds to speak.]

The best, most brilliant minds all across time came to invent it for me. Me, because they know how important of a guy I am. If this thing had its legs installed, you'd plotz at how fast it could move too. But sadly, whatever happened to bring me here wasn't considerate enough to leave me with that much.

[bigsoftie]

[The huge alligator stares at the odd spectacle. It proved a bewildering sight, both inhuman and alien with someone decidedly human. Yet...]

You sound familiar...

[kingofthetoybox]

Is that right? You must be talking about the other guy. Another friend of his?

[Whoa, big alligator. This was gonna be fun.]

[bigsoftie]

Yes...I think we are...do you mean Pokey?

[Alternate universe at work again. Fun.]

[kingofthetoybox]

Well, hey, bienvenidos and all that. Any friend of that fake's is a friend of mine. Nice meeting you, big guy. I'm the real Master Porky Minch.

Confrontation, The Last Day

[ceasetoexist]

[He didn't know why he was seeking...well, himself out again.

Maybe it was a lack of things to do. Perhaps the few meetings with the other Mayfielders he had seen here, what few there were, had inspired him. Especially since one of them was, well...her.

He's surprised, and a little alarmed, when he finds that Porky isn't in the same spot that he had originally been. He had thought that the guy couldn't move, though hey. It could have easily been a lie. After all, if it was a lie, would it really be that shocking if he had?

Still, the boy continues his search, hoping to find himself, his real self, again for...some reason.

He still wasn't sure why. Maybe it would come to Pokey when he found himself.]

[kingofthetoybox]

[He certainly couldn't move. His machine, his only tool for mobility, wasn't equipped for it. And so, Pokey will find Porky as he has been for the past week... Lying in his crib's capsule chamber by the outskirts of town with no company besides some odd birds or squirrels.

If only because his machine had run out of energy long ago.

As Pokey checks on Porky, he'll find him somewhat dried from the experience. Day in, day out, moving from one place to another at the whim of someone sufficiently strong enough, and he hasn't eaten a thing since. Still conscious, however, he turns his head toward Pokey and just smiles.]

Hey, nice seeing you again. What's wrong? Lonely?

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah, I bet you love it. Must be like looking in a mirror. Wish I could say the same. I'm way more handsome.

[As snarky as his words are, he can't help but frown at the boy trapped in glass. Lonely. Was he lonely? He...he didn't know sometimes. Most the time he felt it, and just wished that he couldn't.

But sometimes he...

Never mind. It was hard to think of, sometimes.]

Made any friends?

[It's a joke Porky, get it? Get it?]

[kingofthetoybox]

[His laugh and cough mixes.]

Wh-what, with... you mean with the losers here? No thanks. I'd rather that dragon thing just keep me at the bottom of the lake.

[He reaches a hand out and taps at the glass.]

... How long've you been here? Long enough to find friends I'm hearing. I don't know how you can even stand them. I've been watching them all from here. Just a bunch of silly, stupid schmoes.