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

[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!!

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster feels like a bully, and is a little annoyed that he feels that way about Porky, but is more focused now on what would scare him that badly and maybe if Duster should start running too.]

See what?! There isn't anything there! How can you be this scared? You're 'Porky,' aren't you?!

1/2

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey! POKEY! My name is Pokey!

2/2

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And then he reverts to his previous state of absolute terror, laughing weakly and terrified.]

Can't you see it? Giygas is aaaaallll around us! How can you not see it? Idiot! Stupid! Dumb pig's butt!

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster is surprised, but realizes that it does sound like Porky, after all. Maybe Porky forgot his name after enough time?]

Okay, you're Pokey...

[Then Pokey starts sounding like Duster's dad.]

I can't see what isn't there! You're seeing things, hallucinating! Did you eat something suspicious?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Pokey could definitely give Wess a run for his money in insulting you Duster...]

No! Well, okay, that pasta salad had been in the back of the fridge for a month but that isn't important! I can see it! Feel it! Giygas is here!

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Pokey is welcome to heap abuse on Duster, he just has to wait for Wess and Kumatora's turns to be over :D

Duster briefly wonders if people put mushrooms in pasta salad, but decides Pokey is right, it really isn't important.]

There aren't any Giygases... or Giygii... look, nothing's attacking you other than me, and now I'm just holding you still so you don't run off and hurt yourself! Or someone else.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Not listening Duster. Really, really not listening.

He's going to try and bite you in order to get away.]

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

OW! Stop it, you... rotten...!

[Duster changes tactics, wanting to hold Pokey without getting bitten, because it might be catching. The crazy or being Pokey, whichever.

How did the party get snapped out of it before? Oh, of course. Duster proceeds to try smacking the hysterical Pokey in the back of the head, out of the goodness of his heart.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[That just causes Pokey to try and bite Duster harder for a moment before he just gives up. This idiot clearly has no idea what danger they're in, and he's now probably just gotten him killed.

So Pokey simply begins to just shake like a leaf, terrified and tearing up.]

C...Can you at least stop smacking me while I wait to be killed, you gigantic friggin' idiot?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster feels bad for torturing a sickly-looking kid, again, despite the biting, and is out of ideas on how to shake a person out of whatever is happening.]

Come on. Don't cry. I'll stop hitting you. Uh... at least people don't stay dead long here, right?

And I'm not that gigantic.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's still shivering, though his face takes a long, crazy smirk.]

Won't matter. Not with Giygas here. No no no. That giant friggin' jerkface is going to eat everything. EAT IT RIGHT UP AND NOTHING'LL COME BACK.

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

Well... if that's true, there's no point in running around in a panic or biting people.

I don't think it is true. You're on the business end of a mind game. It's not fun, is it?

[Duster sounds more sympathetic than sarcastic, although Pokey's face looks more familiar with the full head of crazy on.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head wildly, still smiling.]

No. See. That's where you're wrong. I have a BETTER chance of getting out alive, if I get to my Distorter. It can maybe withstand the assault. So I still have a chance.

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

Aren't you sweet.

If you even have your 'Distorter' here and aren't just imagining that, too, how far away is it? At least you can stop trying to jump over fences that are too tall for you. It won't help you if you break your neck before you get to your safe machine.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

A couple of blocks! Over on Ricardo Street! I just need a bit more time, and then I'll be home free.

[He laughs wildly, still shaking.]

And then I'll...I'll be safe...

And alone....

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

You won't be either, but... come on, Pokey. Let's go to Ricardo Street, since Giygas seems to be taking his sweet time on eating our souls.

I owe you for taking those cheap shots. Gigantic idiots make okay bodyguards.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh no.

No.

Iiiiii see what you're doing! You're going to try and steal my Distorter from me when we get there aren't you? AREN'T YOU?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

I did want to see what...

[Duster catches himself and changes tones!]

I mean... No! No, I'd get distorted or something if I tried. I just want you to stop freaking out! And to, er, admire it.

How could I even use a Distorter? It's complicated, right?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You can't GET "distorted", you stupid jerkface! It distorts time and space AROUND itself to allow for travel. Can't do that here though. But it can still keep me safe.

...Yeah, you're a big idiot who doesn't know anything about it, so I guess I can show you it.

[And he'll start leading you towards his house, trying to keep a quicker pace. But he's calming at least a LITTLE. After all, he has some peon to show his totally cool awesome time travel device to.]

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster feels very strange as he winds up following Pokey at a semi-jog. He keeps a grip Pokey doesn't run off, but a little lighter since it isn't as if Pokey can go that fast. And really, it's better for him to go with Pokey than have a crazed, hallucinating Pokey wandering unsupervised, right?]

There you go, I'm nothing to worry about... if it's that safe, I'm surprised you ever come out of it.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[...That's true. Why does he go out of it.]

Well, I guess it's because I-

You see-

Shut up! It doesn't matter! I'll do what I want!

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

No, you're right.

[When dealing with loudly abusive people, arguing almost never helps. At least Pokey isn't biting.]

Sometimes everybody has to choose between what's safe and what's better for them. I'm not really good at making that kind of choice. Are we close to your house yet?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He points to one of the houses, smiling.]

There.

[And he'll lead Duster into the backyard. And shows him that, yes, he does in fact have his Distorter.]

See? I'll be nice and PERFECTLY safe.