[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...?

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[kingofthetoybox]

I won't deny that I'm not exactly a nice guy either. But there's no point in it. If you're nice, then all the other bad, awful people will step all over you. That's why I sided with the strongest.

[He doesn't terribly mind Flare's as close as he is to the machine. He stares out into the sky as he speaks. It's rare, seeing a sky as blue as this in contrast with the gray smog that hangs over his Empire Porky Building.

It annoyed him at first, but it's somewhat soothing now. It would be nice, he thought, if he was the only one underneath that sky.]

[stormbroken]

You don't have to be nice, but you don't have to do the stepping, either.

There's a middle-ground, you know. Between order and chaos, between openness and solitude. It's a thin line. But it's still there.

Live and let live. Don't let people step on you, find people who won't, and keep them close. Maybe it's true in your case that the people you keep close are ones who are afraid of you stepping on them. If so, though, I think that says more about you than it does them.

[A life alone is no life at all, and your clone realizes that, Porky.]

[kingofthetoybox]

...... Heh.

Heheh. Heheheh. Hehehahahahaaah... [And he coughs, violently, phlegm rolling in his neck. His whole body hurts, but he's still compelled to finish that laugh of his.]

You don't think I've tried? In the thousands of thousands of years that I've lived, you think I haven't thought of doing what you're telling me here, like this is something new? Heh. No. Say what you want, but you can't change people. You just can't.

That's why... it's better to live without any of them.

[stormbroken]

You can't change people, no.

[Flare grunts, and shakes her head.] But they're not just a single way. You can bring out the darker side, or the lighter side. Both are equally true.

I suppose there's no point in arguing it with you, though; only person who wouldn't be able to change is the one who insists nothing does.