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]

Yeah, well, you... okay, maybe I am.

[Judging from that look, suggesting he could just knock Pokey down again and climb up himself if he liked wouldn't go over well. Duster starts to climb up with a hand to help Pokey up as well.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey ignores it entirely, climbing up on his own after fumbling a bit. Still, he just looks proudly down at the mech as they get on it.]

Yeah, Josephine's pretty cool, isn't she?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

Josephine? You named it? Uh, her?

You seem to have calmed down a whole lot. So, this is stronger than the Giygas you were worried about?

[Duster isn't offended at his hand not being taken. He just uses it to support himself on the back of the strange, life-like machine.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Of course I named it, pig's butt? Why wouldn't I? She's my-

Well, she's MINE.

[He just looks at you Duster. And then he starts to laugh. Crazily again.]

Stronger? Then GIGYAS?

NOTHING is stronger then Giygas! Absolutely nothing! It's just that Josephine has a better chance of riding out the storm then anything else!

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

Spoke too soon. If it's the only one around, it could be 'The Distorter'...

Okay, okay, I should have known better. But you have your Josephine, so there's no reason to be upset now. Right?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah I-

Actually, no. There is something.

[He narrows his eyes at Duster.]

How'd you know a nickname I got in school that I hate?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

[Duster is momentarily worried. He's been called out, and Pokey looks creepy like that. Then he makes himself remember who he's talking to, easier when it's not a shaky, weepy little boy.]

I don't know.

Why are you practically blue?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I don't owe you an explanation, cause that isn't your business.

...You're one of his friends, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

How can I answer a question when you put it like that?

[Duster frowns, because he knows very well who Pokey means. Drawing it out probably will just make it worse in the long run.]

I'm not your enemy right now. Didn't I help you get back to Josephine, after I found out what you were doing?

I do have a friend who's got a reason to hold a grudge against you. It's his choice how to handle that. I can only decide on my own actions. Maybe I'll feel stupid later for helping you, but you might be better off if I just feel guilty for kicking you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at you, distrusting.]

Yeah, you will feel stupid probably.

[And he's going to hop into the cockpit of the Distorter, staring at the horizon for a minute. Like he's just watching Giygas continue to stretch out into anything. He looks up at Duster for a moment.]

Anything else you want?

[bassicfootwork.livejournal.com]

It definitely won't be the first time.

[Duster takes a last look in the Distorter out of curiosity, not really understanding anything he sees, then looks up at the sky where Pokey is looking. Still no signs of doom.]

I suppose I'll head off... to be devoured by Giygas. And if that doesn't happen, and you stop having paranoid delusions, assuming that ever happens, maybe we can talk again.

[Duster jumps off to the ground.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Whatever you SAAAAAAAA-AAAYY...

[And he's just going to stay curled up in the Distorter, waiting for the end of the world to come.]