Tripping As Hard as He Can

[ceasetoexist]

[He’d barely gotten kept himself from pissing his pants the first time he saw it as it was now: a total field of red and black, mobile and immobile, stretching infinitely around him. It took every ounce of willpower not to wet himself this time upon seeing Giygas again. He would’ve questioned it, how it even got here, that it was impossible, but it clearly wasn’t. It felt just like it had when he’d first released Giygas from the Devil’s Machine: fluctuating between bitter cold and unbearable warmth, between utter quiet and ear-drum quaking sound…Nothing at all remained constant.

It shouldn’t be here. Giygas couldn’t be here.

But it was. And it was going to destroy everything in front of it, like it had been meant to.

Including him.

Pleading wouldn’t stop it. Bargaining wouldn’t stop it. The only thing he could do was run to the Phase Distorter and hope that might give him enough protection.

Might keep him safe while everything outside ended.]

[Hey Mayfield.

See pig-boy run. Run, pig-boy, run. Specifically, run incredibly clumsily, constantly looking over your shoulder and muttering and screaming either terrified gibberish or what sounds like pleas of “I’m sorry”, “I didn’t mean to”, or “Please don’t kill me” with the name “Giygas” occasionally thrown in there.

Like so many others, Pokey managed to get a whiff of the gas Luke had been carrying around, and now believes that an unperceivable psychic alien monster is slowly engulfing the town. Feel free to find him either

A) Running in terror, occasionally falling to the ground and willingly just crawling there as he looks behind him and babbles barely coherent apologies
B) Pokey has managed to get over your fence, thinking going through your yard will be a shortcut, and managed to get his dumb ass tripped up somehow, i.e. tangling his leg in a water hose or something ect.
C) If you’re on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey bumble his way back home, were he’ll immediately head for his Phase Distorter and sit in the cockpit, trying to curl himself up and looking positively terrified.]

Comments

C

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

[Man, what is up with everyone today?]

Pokey!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He bothers to stop at that at least, just wide-eyed with terror. Keep going. Doesn't matter. It's probably going to kill you anyway, even in the Distorter, so-]

Are you stupid? Get to shelter!

[Yes. That'll totally stop her from getting devoured by the horrible psychic monster.]

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

[Just... looks around.]

... Shelter from what?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just staring at you like you're crazy.]

Are you blind? Can you really not see it at all?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: If you'd rather do this while Porky's sane... ish, please let me know! I just thought this might be a fun way for them to get to know each other, sort of. ^_^;]

Duster still hadn't entirely adjusted to the idea of being some kind of 'father,' even if it wasn't a real family. At least drones were sort of blankly pleasant, instead of actively hostile. It was still enough to make him want to flee the house and his imaginary obligations for a while, and the back yard looked like an easy enough place to hide.

Until a familiar, round face that really could only be one person came into view. Between the Porky-Bots and King Porky himself, it didn't take Duster long to recognize the figure. He'd also been bracing himself since hearing from Lucas that Porky was here, waiting for the confrontation.

This really didn't fit any of his ideas. Porky running in obvious, blind terror, climbing a fence to get away from some unseen threat, was hard to anticipate. Duster was so surprised that Porky nearly had a clear shot to get across the yard, in fact, and it also took Duster a moment to realize that this younger version wouldn't recognize him or have any reason to stop. The leg that came up to stop Porky wasn't kicking, exactly, so much as checking the running kid across the chest. Normally, Duster would have felt rotten about stopping a terrified child with a leg, but nothing about Porky could be described as normal, could it?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It's fine with me.]

[Pokey fell to the ground with a small grunt, justsitting dazed for a moment.

Before he started frantically crawling on the ground, desperately trying to get a footing to get back up and run again. Usually he'd berate whoever had kicked him, but it really didn't matter.

Giygas would eat him along with everything else.]

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster was surprised that Porky stopped. Not that it wasn't his goal, but... knocking him over that easily seemed strange.

He grabbed Porky by the shirt before the kid could run off.]

Where do you think you're going? And what are you running from?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he's just struggling frantically, and weakly, against you Duster.]

Let me go! Can't you see it, you stupid jerkwad? Let me go!!

B!!!

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[See Pokey stuck in the back yard.

See Phantasma leaning out her window, laughing her ass off.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just turning to you in frantic terror, trying to pull his leg out of the knot it's in on the lawn hose.]

Don't just stand there you stupid, laughing freakshow! Help me get out of here!

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[lolololololol]

Hey, c'mon! Ain't boys supposed to be, like, good with knots and stuff? Eee hee hee--

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Y-you'll see just how good I am with knots when I hang you!

[But right now he's just near tears, struggling to untie himself.]

C

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[There comes a measured tap tap tap on the side of the Distorter.

Guess who.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just smiling. Smiling so wide and pointing as he rambles psychotically.]

Idiot! Jerkburger! I'm safe and you're not! How about you go hide under a park bench covered in bird squirts, jerkface! Cause it doesn't matter!

You're gonna diiiiiiieeeee!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Bears this, smirking a smirk.

...

Anything else?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just pushing his fat face up to the glass, smiling like an asshole at you. Just waiting for you to die terribly.]

A

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak is doing another round of avoid-the-housemates. She doesn't even say anything as you run/crawl/flail in her general direction. She's just standing there, waiting for an explanation]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well hell, he isn't going to stop and give you any kind of explanation. He needs to get his fat ass to safety.

And trip over his own feet and hit the street, but that's another thing entirely as he crawls backwards, shaking his head and shouting.]

I'm sorry I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT DON'T KILL ME!

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Well, you're not exactly fast. She'll just follow along]

What are you running from?

Option C

[flyawaysage.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy, baby brother's home. Harpuia turns to call out a "welcome home" or something of the sort, but Pokey's already torn past on his sprint for the Phase Distorter.

So here's somebody knocking on the Phase Distorter, Pokey. Somebody who isn't armed with a bat. Yaaay.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just staring at you for a moment, opening the cockpit and motioning frantically.]

Okay, okay, I know you want shelter to get in quickly! I don't know when it's going to really start!

[flyawaysage.livejournal.com]

[And this is Harpuia looking around in confusion. Fighter planes? Nope. Tanks? Nowhere in sight. Giant angry mechaniloids with lasers for hands? Not a single one.

...Rowdy neighbourhood bullies?

No. Nothing. What in the world could this kid be so frightened of?]

When what's going to start? What's the matter?

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness peaked out of his kitchen window, thinking that he'd take in the mundane sight of some chirping birds or the like..

Not so. There was Pokey, some how engaged in a battle with the dog's leash that looked as if the leash was winning.

Ness merely slapped a hand to his forehead, turned from the window, and proceeded out the back kitchen door.]

".. What the heck is going on?!"

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Ness! NESS! Oh thank god! In his terror, he'd honestly forgotten you were here. Alongside the utter terror in his eyes, he smiles desperately, crazily, as he pathetically fumbles with the leash and simply gets himself tangled worse.]

Can't you hear it? See it? You of all people should feel it pig's butt!

You do, don't you!? You're out here because you do, and you're going to help get rid of it again!

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[... wat?]

"Umm.. Okay. Tell you what. I'll help untangle you, you can calm down and come inside, and then you can explain what the heck has got you running around like a squealing pig. Okay?"