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( Hey!  So turns out I’m not exactly dead because Porky’s muse has been coming back to me a little more lately.  Sorry for dropping off the face of the Earth on this blog.  I won’t promise I’ll swing back with full force here so I’m going to keep it “low activity” for a while till I figure out everything, but like...

I realized I’m not precisely happy with a lot of the threads I had and it was kinda killing my muse.  I feel like I need to step back and almost???  Kinda start over???  I dunno--

I’m not sure if that’ll entail moving my blog and starting fresh (though we can keep relationships if we’ve built them in some instances-) or what, but I wanted to give people a heads up I guess in case I archive this blog?  So yeah.  That’s where I’m at now.  Thanks for sticking with me in this time.

And if you don’t know, I’m always active over at @twinsmily​ in case you need me. )

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“Shut your mouth,” the thief snaps. “I can’t think when you’re blabbing like that.”

The longer he sat there, the later it was getting. Soon, his friends may begin to worry for him… They knew where he had decided to begin his search, would they look for him here? Part of him hoped not. Part of him wished he could stop the turn of the Earth at this moment, be given infinite time with himself to debate how to handle this situation..

Part of him almost wishes he hadn’t found him at all. But he couldn’t very well let him go, especially not while knowing that the little monster did indeed have all his faculties about him. Fear and doubt and anxiety were causing his thoughts to spiral in ways that he hadn’t allowed them to since their return, never wanting to cause those around him to doubt their faith in his ability to watch out for them…

Perhaps, then… he should leave it up to everyone else, everyone that was depending on him for results. At long last, Duster stands, digging through his satchel to find the cord he kept on his person. Approaching Porky, he glares down at the boy with disdain, not making any attempt to hide his disgust. 

“Make a move against me, and I’ll staple your hands to your kneecaps. Understand?”

Porky is taken aback by Duster’s sudden sharp remark, but after a long pause, he starts to laugh again with that hideous bark he calls laughter.  Oh, he’s already annoyed!  How wonderful.  This would be a fun adventure for the both of them, most certainly.  Even if he was destined for death, at least he’d have some fun with these bastards before he was gone.  How petty and angry humans like Duster were.  And he was supposed to be the “good guy.”

Finally, Duster breaks his thoughtful trance and stands, approaching Porky with cords in hand.  They’re finally going to get moving, that’s good.  His body was starting to cramp in quite a few places by being pinned here.  He’d happily trade being tied up with being pinned to the ground, motionless.  Porky wriggles a little in spot, but keeps his eyes on Duster, who has no qualms with showing just how much he despises the blond.

Porky smiles brightly, eyes crinkling with a malicious friendliness and joy.  Duster’s threat is so cute and funny!  What a pathetic man he is.  He laughs again, this laughter more short lived.  “Oh, Duster.  Do you really think I’m stupid enough to attack you now?” he asks teasingly.  “Really, what chance do I have against you?  I’m 4′11″, I’m 13, and I’ve always been the weakest boy in my grade.  I’d just be delaying the inevitable.  It’s not like I don’t know that you people are going to kill me.”

Capital Offense | Porky & Duster

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No matter how hard he threw himself at the bars of the cage, not even Goomba’s rock-hard head could break them. 

“Let us out,” he yelled, before he slammed into the bars with his head again, “HEY! Are you even listening?!”

“They’re not gonna budge, Cap,” Shy Guy hissed, “We’re trapped. Who are these walking porkers anyway?”

“Hey, I resent that remark,” a Pigmask soldier pointed his gun at the snarky captain,” You’d better put a sock in it when the king comes around.”

“Make me,” Shy Guy spat.

“T-This is bad,” Koopa Troopa trembled, “Maybe we should start begging, guys…”

“What?! A captain NEVER backs down,” Goomba stomped his foot down, “Lord Bowser never surrenders and we won’t either!”

“Cap, we have to be smart here,” Boo talked softly, “We could get killed…”

“Here comes the king,” another soldier spoke, “You four better shut your traps.”

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily depending on who’s asked, the Nowhere Islands seem to have a penchant for launching all kinds of creatures and travelers into its domain.  Porky always loved to manipulate this for his own purposes, dragging all kinds of people into Nowhere to serve as Pigmasks.  But this time... this time was different.  He’s pretty sure he didn’t order for these creatures to be pulled from any timeline, nor did anyone else do so either.  Looks like someone made a mistake along the way when trying for someone else.

However, Porky isn’t exactly complaining about these unexpected guests popping up.  They managed to capture the beasts and cage them for Porky’s review, and after hearing what they had, he was very interested in seeing them.  As fast as he can, he makes his way down to the Chimera Labs where the four are being held.  He’s beyond happy to grant these four an audience with him just to curb his own curiosity.

Eventually, the bed mecha crawls through the door and extends itself back out to its full form in the room.  It lowers itself so Porky can get a closer look at these short beings... they look like something from a game!  Yes, he’s sure he recognizes these creatures, though he has no idea who they are on an individual level.

There’s this childlike look of delight on Porky’s face as he speaks.  “Well, aren’t you all such fantastic little prizes for me...” he comments. “Where did you all come from, now...?”

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When Pokey goes off on one of tirades about how disrespectful Jeff is supposedly being due to the fact that he has some kind of Lovecrafitan machine carrying him around, Jeff’s brain is already full of choice words and lectures to hurl back. So he stands there, arms crossed. Then he mentions that he has a day to find his father. Staring right then. 

 “A day. Now?” 

 He hates how he immediately wants to step into action. Comb the building, then the city. But wouldn’t that be just playing into his hands? 

He tapped his foot listlessly, biting the inside of his cheek and trying to weigh his options as fast as he could. Precious seconds were being wasted.

 “Fine. But I want a time out while you give me terms and conditions. Then I’ll do it. I want your word that you won’t cheat or move him or something, and if I don’t win…. I’ll take his place. 

Or I won’t play.”

“Yes, now.  Obviously now.”

Porky feels a giddiness in himself.  So Jeff is going to play the game.  Wonderful!  It’s been far too long since he’s gotten to do something like this, especially with such a fun guest, too.  Maybe, despite Jeff’s sourness, this will turn out to be as fun as he was hoping it would be.  A grin emerges on Porky’s pallid face as the other appears to be thinking this over.  Tick-tock, Jeff, tick-tock...

After a few moments, Jeff speaks up again.  Those terms and conditions... though at first Porky wishes to dismiss it, Jeff’s offer captures his attention.  He will take Dr. Andonut’s place as scientist here?  Sign him up.  No problems here.

“All right, Jeff.  Your terms are fair.  I will not move him and I will not cheat-- well, define cheat.  And I demand to be able to send one of my Pigmasks to try to stop you-- at no risk of death to you, for the record.  I accept all else said.”

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Do you have any fond memories of your father, Aloysius Minch, Pokey? How about you, Picky?

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“Oh, I dunno,” Pokey replies uncertainly. “Kinda hard to not think of all the okay memories I have with him as being tainted by him being a shitty dad.  He told me plenty of times that he wished he never had me, so it’s not like him being nice to me was out of love or the goodness of his heart.

“Like, for a while– when we were staying in Fourside with Monotoli?  He was pretty nice to me and wanted to spend time with me.  Oh man, I just ate that up.  Stupid me, right?  It’s obvious he only cared ‘cause I got him a great job he’d never have gotten on his own.  Somehow, his own thirteen year-old son was more successful than he ever was.  Well, I guess he never made a deal with the devil like me, huh?”

Pokey scoffs and lazily rests his face on his palm.  Aloysius was probably so much happier without him around now.  “He wishes he never had me, but he got something better.  You can’t be responsible for a kid that runs away and never comes back, right?  I bet he’s hoping I’m dead in a ditch somewhere.”

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"Hey, King P!" The Colonel calls. He's already pretty excited with his hand held up, waving to his King. "You know, I've been thinking. You've been pretty damn generous all the time and I think it's only fair to let you have your fair share of fun. It'll be a little get together, I've already made preparations for you to have the front row seats." A wicked grin crosses his face as he now holds up the remote. The one that has direct control over the regulator. "What do you say?"

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It usually makes his day to see the Colonel, regardless of what it’s for.  Today, however, was something much more special apparently.  The childish delight in his face is unmistakable, lit up with the sheer joy of seeing that little remote.  He could always count on Toffee to be thoughtful like this– he knows exactly what Porky likes.  He was the only one who really understood him.

That grin on the other’s face only increases his joy as he replies, “A little get together sounds wonderful.  I think I can find the time to join you– it’d be an honor, of course.  I do love a good light show.”

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Runs in the Family | Porky & Picky

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Things haven’t felt normal since Porky came back, yet they all seem to pretend like everything’s just fine.  Porky doesn’t really see the point in this pretense, but he’s not really interested enough to change it.  He simply does as he wants, and the rest of his family can choose to ignore how wrong he really is.  They all must feel it,  his abnormality.

Porky doesn’t work to make himself seem like the old Pokey they used to know.  That upbeat, sort of obnoxious personality was lost long ago, but the change must appear so much more jarring to his family, devoid of any context.  He’s bland and disinterested and his manner of speaking bizarrely formal.  He’s some stranger in Pokey’s body living with them like nothing had changed.  Just Porky, never Pokey.

The only one who seems to care at all is Picky.  Dear, dear Picky... though so far, he’s seems too cowardly to say anything to Porky about it, either.  But he clearly recognizes it more than either of their parents, who seem to wish to forget that anything bad even happened to Porky or their family as a whole, even despite Aloysius and Lardna divorcing over it.  Ah, well.  Humans love denial,  don’t they?

Maybe it’s Porky and Picky’s relationship that’s changed the most, so it’s the most noticeable.  As he recalls, their relationship was mainly based on Porky’s “good-natured” bullying and teasing of Picky.  His little brother was such a little pushover, so it was easy to get away with treating him however he wanted, assuming Picky didn’t run off to tell their dad.  Now, Porky had no interest in really talking to him at all.  It was more like they were brief acquaintances rather than siblings.

Ah, well.  It’s the best they’ve all got for now.

Porky is sitting in the living room, sifting through a magazine whose big article is “What Happened to Dr. Andonuts?”.  There’s something amusing about people of this time finding it such a mystery.  He knows exactly what happened, but he’d never tell and no one would ever believe him anyways.  He’s become a bit obsessed with Dr. Andonuts as of late, and he’s got dozens of magazines and newspapers and books by or about the guy.  He wonders if his family’s noticed that at all.

He’s taken out of his focus when he hears the front door open and close and ah, there’s Picky.  Porky gives him the briefest of glances-- a dismissive gesture, really, before blandly saying, “Picky.”  It’s only an acknowledgement of his presence.  That’s all his little brother gets.

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   All the while Pokey is talking, Toffee simply gestures for Compass to move back further while turning his attention back to the device upon his wrist once again. Compass complies, and though there’s some difficulty, he moves a good distance away.

   This horrible, sickening dread sinks to the bottom of his stomach at the instructions in spite of it, however. He knows what’s coming. He’s only lucky that there isn’t too many people around for it. The funniest part of it all, however, is that he’s dreading treatment which he’s both earned and most certainly deserves. But it doesn’t change how much he hates it. It doesn’t change that he hopes somehow those itching hooks sunken into his throat will malfunction and destroy him beyond repair.

   All he wanted was to die. 

              Was it really that selfish of him?

   He’s so stuck in his own mind over this that he doesn’t notice the silent leap of his shoulders or the blurriness of his vision. His hands shake violently as they press and dig into the dirt he’s seated upon for some semblance of comfort. Something at all to get him through what will happen is just fine, even if it’s only ever going to be the ground everyone walks and spits on. If he wasn’t so far, then maybe they’d see how much of a scared little kid he appears to be right now. That’s good. He doesn’t want them to see. He’s already been an embarrassment to both himself and the entire army.

   “That should be good.” The Colonel says with a smile, glancing back up to Compass. 

   There’s that moment of finality before the effects of the regulator start to hit him. He can only hear himself screaming and writhing from a distance as the light and energy bursts outward from him to life. It’s shockingly bright, and yet brilliantly beautiful in its design. It’s almost like a dance…. of destructive, chaotic, and massive power. And it just keeps on going, this time, with the full range of the display that they’ve been looking for.

   Though, Compass can’t quite understand the fascination with something so ugly and painful.

   “This is the highest it can go without burning your eyes out if you don’t have proper protection.” Toffee laughs, a hand resting on his hip. A sigh. “How about that? It’s like our own little personal angel of death in our hands.”

When Pokey finally takes notice of Compass dragging himself away, his attention focuses entirely on the robot, though he looks to Toffee once or twice.  Something is coming... something big.  He can feel it so clearly, and so an odd feeling of excitement and near-anxiety settles in his stomach as he anticipates its beginning.  Come on now, come on...  show him what he wants to see.  It’s a slow build, but Pokey sees some slight movements in Compass that feel like a small indication of what is to come.

At those words spoken by Toffee, Pokey’s smile widens again to wild, boundless, malicious joy.  He flinches from surprise at the burst of light and power that erupts from Compass, and after that initial surprise settles, he leans slightly forward to watch the light show.  It’s bright, almost too bright to watch directly, but he tries his best to keep his eyes on it, his eyelids twitching slightly.  This is definitely one of the cooler things that he’s seen recently... and pretty much makes up for how Compass treated him earlier.

Pokey giggles, bringing one hand up to his face.  That grin on his face starts to hurt a little, but he can’t help it.  Compass is full of this amazing power-- who would have guessed that from how unassuming he often appeared?  And what a great power it is to be able to manipulate it like this.  To think it’ll be his some day--!  That King P. is pretty lucky, despite the robot’s unpredictability sometimes.  He finally draws his eyes away from Compass when Toffee speaks up again.

“It’s amazing,” Pokey replies with a nod, bouncing on his heels. “You weren’t kidding about the light show... glad I finally got to see it without him trying to ‘be good’ or whatever.  He’s a strong kid-- robot?  Either way.  It’s just fun seeing what kinda power he can really offer.”  Pokey snickers a little.  Adding softly under his breath, he mumbles, “A little angel of death...”  An angel of death indeed.