[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]

[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.