[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]

Stop stop stop stop stop STOP...!!

[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....!!!

[ceasetoexist]

[Bam.

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.]

[kingofthetoybox]

What... what are you doing now? What is this?

[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...!?

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey wasn't aure at first. Wasn't sure why he was so determined to get at the other boy, the real him. But the more he thinks on it, as he raises to swing again?

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.

[kingofthetoybox]

... What...? Where would I...!?

[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..!?

[ceasetoexist]

I won't have to be in a minute!

[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.]

[kingofthetoybox]

[And finally, the glass shatters as the bat slams through it. Shards of it fly down at the boy's face, some scratching him before falling down and some embedding themselves into his skin. But he pays no attention to any of it. Instead, he looks forward at Pokey in a complete trance.

He says, before he brings his bat down...]

... You finally... found some good friends.

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey pauses, bat still above his head, as the old man...as the boy underneath him looks up at him and speaks. And then, Pokey lets the bat down. To his side, and lets it just swing for a moment.

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.

[kingofthetoybox]

[He lies still, the mattress in the capsule covered with glass. The man pauses, his madness, if for a brief moment, subsiding. And he looks up at the sky that he kept his gaze on for so many days in a row.]

... The air... doesn't smell like horse pile.