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mylittlejamjar2015-04-05 09:51 am
kingofthetoybox) wrote in mylittlejamjar2015-04-05 09:51 am
[Action] - Fourth Wall Event
[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...?
... 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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... [He remembers something.] You mentioned I lost, yeah? I've been thinking. How do you know that?
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[Really, it goes without saying. But hey. Why not say it anyway.]
...He doesn't need to answer that. But hey. Why not.]
I met one of the people who fought you. Lucas. And then I met him when he got to see what happened ten years later. This is the last place I was. Little town run by a bunch of psychos. You'd have loved them, I'm sure.
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[He rubs his chin as if remembering the experience fondly.]
So here's what I'm thinking. With how differently you came out, who's to say that the Lucas you met is anything like the real one? Sure his Nowhere Islands was safe and sound and his Porky might've botched things up bad.
But that has nothing to do with me.
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It starts slow at first, his chest heaving. It seems, at first, as if he might just scream. But he doesn't.
His face just starts to sneer at first, and then his lips keep peeling up. And up. And up.
It isn't long before the dams of his laughter burst in full. He tries to snort it back for a moment, stop it, but he can't. He grabs at his stomach, trying to stop the peels from rolling out but they just. Won't. Stop.
He covers his face with his hand for a moment, trying to walk away a bit. But it isn't working. He starts to slow down and wipes his eyes a bit, still smiling at Porky.]
Oh God.
That's hysterical.
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[No. No, he can't tolerate that. His hand swings to one of his hidden side panels, but he stops. Ah. Yes. The machine has no more power left. He stays his hand and gives Pokey a dirty look.]
Just what... is so funny?
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[He just smiles as he walks back over to the machine, smiling down at Porky.]
So, sure. I can believe you've probably done a lot of damage. But you know and I know that when it comes down to someone competing against you, actively? Competing against you like Ness did?
We knew that a lot of it was luck. And we also knew in the end, that you and me? When it comes down it?
We're guys who have no luck.
I don't need to think about if you failed. I know you did.
There's more to it than that, though, I guess.
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... You actually believe that 'luck' garbage? There's no such thing. There's only power, and I've got plenty of it to put down some sniveling kid. I can use that power in ways even that almighty idiot, Giegue, never imagined!
[His expression becomes grave. Behind his gray bangs, his eyes widen.]
And everything... everything is going my way. Even if somehow I wind up beaten, the Dragon's going to wake up anyway and destroy everything. I don't believe you for a second. Don't you dare lump your failures with me, you miserable little faker.
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Okay. Show me that power. Smite me or whatever you want, right here and now. Come on.
Let's see 'em.
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But his machine doesn't react.
It's been away from his room for too long.]
... I... can't die...
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[He's not even sure what to say. He had it for a little while. Thought he did, or at least immortality. God knows he died plenty in Mayfield, was murdered plenty, but it's not like that's a fact he's going to be sharing with Porky. And now that he has to think about it...about the fact that everyone in Mayfield might be gone, and soon, if they were stuck in town...
He just stares at Porky for a moment before kneeling down a bit.]
No one wants to die. And a lot of times, when we die, we die alone. But despite that frailty, that kind of weakness in people? It's something we all share.
And you know what? I know that sounds cynical. But what I'm actually getting at is this: death isn't an ending. I know that and you know that. Come on, we've seen too much to think that. There's probably a god somewhere, other than just god-like beings, but I don't know or care if it cares about us. But we've seen too much: monsters, and ghosts, and spirits, and demons. There's something beyond here. And even if we go alone, we'll meet up with those who went before us, and who'll follow.
I don't mean like, heaven or hell or any of that sissy Sunday school crap. But there's something. And it just goes on. Death isn't just darkness and nothingness; it's just a doorway to somewhere or sometime or someone else.
No one ever really ends. Except you. Here, in this...[Pokey taps the glass, and frowns in disgust. He can't even find full words to describe it.] tomb. You'll never go on where you're meant to go next. You'll never change. You're just stuck here, just being preserved like friggin' astronaut food, sitting at the same old party everyone else left all alone. Sitting in the dark.
It's not that things will never end for you. It's that things ended for you and only you a long time ago.
Tsk.
Who would ever want to be you?
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[He says this, quietly. A bit in awe of the words coming out of Pokey's lips. He searches for his next words. But there's little to really say now. For the first time, he lacks a retort. For all the people he talked with in the world of the future, there was nobody who understood him quite this well. He never disclosed anything about his life to anybody. And none of it would have meant a thing to them if he had.
So in a way, this is the first time... a piece of his history appeared before him, face to face. And it was criticizing him. Judging him and belittling everything he worked for.
Had everything... really ended? ... There's only a few ways he knows how to react to this.]
... How could you think you're any better than me...? Laughing at me that way just because you've lived a little differently... There's no way you can act as my moral superior because you know deep in your ugly, wretched heart that you'd become exactly like me.
Save your pity and disgust and all your talk about "what's beyond" for yourself when you realize this whole enlightenment trash doesn't save you from this stupid, hateful world. Keep it all. I don't want any part of your delusion.
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[He shakes his head a bit.]
You have no idea how I've lived, and you never will. You wouldn't care anyway, not like this.
Yeah. Talk doesn't save you from the world. And the world? Is a crappy place. It sucks.
But the people in the world aren't the world. If anything, they're the only thing that can save you, as dumb and ugly and moronic as they can be on their own. And a lot of them are scumbags too.
But some of them are wonderful. I've met heroes who forgave more than they ever should have and I've seen villains learn to care. I've seen people fall from where they stood morally. And I've seen monsters find love with each other.
The world is an ugly place. But the world wasn't the people you looked out at and just...hated. Even if they deserved it.
In the end? You are the world you always hated.
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[He shouts, wriggling around in his 'tomb'.]
I can't... take this anymore. You... say it's ugly, but... you're just contradicting yourself.
[He raises a hand into the air and stretches out the palm of his hands. He grasps it, firmly.]
... Heheh. You know, if it's so ugly... this world, all worlds... I think, it'd be nice if they could all just burn away. Can't you just picture it? I can. It's... Heheheh... Hehehaha... [He wipes at his mouth, saliva from his laughter dripping out.] ... Yeah. With my immortal life, I'll see through it all. I'll watch all the lives flicker out by the hundreds. Maybe then, hey... we'll see if you were right all along. If what I hated all along was me, eh?
Now that... that sounds like a fun game to me! Eheheh....
Heheheh....
Hehehehehahaahahahahhahahahaaaahhh....!!!
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A baseball bat comes down on the glass, Pokey clutching it tightly. It's not a baseball bat Ness ever used, not that Porky can recognize. It's a weird, almost faded gold, bent in the middle, but not enough to be breaking.
Pokey just leaves it on the glass for a moment. Before lifting it back up.
And swinging again. As hard as he thinks he can.]
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[The glass starts to crack just a little. If anything, it's a testament to how strong the glass is. Or maybe how strong that gold bat is. Porky shrinks in fear, trying as hard as he can to activate his defense systems. Red electricity crackles at the top of the machine, only to ineffectively fizzle out.]
Are you, are you trying to hurt me...!?
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Yeah. He realizes, yeah, he is trying to hurt this him.
Porky may be helpless here, harmless, but if it could come to pass that he got back to his world...and that somehow he REMEMBERED anything said to him-he would just go on. Keep rolling through world's and tearing them apart like a multidimensional sickness.
If left unchecked, Porky could go anywhere. Maybe even to Mayfield, if it still stood. ...Maybe even to other universes that contained versions of his friends. Of people he loved.
He brings the bat down again. Harder this time.]
You're not going anywhere.
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[He claws at the sides of the crib, trying to press every conceivable panel prepared for him in case of assailants. But none of them accounted for the possibility of being attacked so far away from his Empire Porky Building. It was inconceivable that he would just be spirited away into another world like this.
But the impossible happened. Including the fact that he'd be killed by himself.
The more Pokey strikes, the more cracks form. The glass is strong, but it's giving in. It cracks. Two strikes more, and Pokey will reach the old man.]
... You. You're worried about them. You're actually worried about them..!?
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[At this point, he can't actually see Porky. All he sees is a stupid, ugly, bratty little boy who never grew up and never gave himself or others a chance. Who just insisted on making mistake after mistake and didn't even try to change he didn't even try.
He'll just be bringing the bat down again. It's clear his anger is still far from subsiding.]
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He says, before he brings his bat down...]
... You finally... found some good friends.
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He's quiet again, looking down at himself.]
...More like I actually became a friend.
You could have actually been his, if you didn't take so long to actually start caring. Or had shown it was more than just a game to you.
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... The air... doesn't smell like horse pile.