ceasetoexist | In Which Pokey Decides to behave like a douchebag

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In Which Pokey Decides to behave like a douchebag

[Dealing with fear, or sorrow, or terror has always been a weak point for Pokey, which is sad since dealing with life in general has tended to be a weak point. In most instances, he tells himself that really, he wouldn't care about the executions. And that he doesn't care about them. After all, the great majority of the people on that list meant nothing to him. So he knows he doesn't care that they died. Why should he? People die all the time in stupid ways. There's no difference now.

...But that Prussia guy. He talked with him a bit, and he was pretty cool. In fact, he was nice to him, and that's rare. ..He feels bad about it, even though he knows he shouldn't because the guy probably would've eventually stabbed him in the back. He knows he should keep cool and just watch, because there's nothing he can do about it anyway. But at the same time...he's going to explode if he doesn't do something. So he does what he does best.

He aggravates. Over the phone line, you're going to hear a twelve-year old attempting the gruffest, most awkward Russian accent he can manage.]

Good morning, fellow comrades! I certainly hope you slept well, knowing that the Great Party Leader has no qualms butchering us at all for as little reason as possible! Did you not finish your impossible task? Dead. Did you finish your task, but we don't like your face? Dead. Are you human? Dead. I simply hoping you're getting the pattern here comrades! It fills me with comfort to know how practical and consistent our great party is! I'm thankful everyday for the party liberating us from the evils of capitalism, for it certainly isn't as if the form of government in our wonderful hellhole is more evil than any government it ever displaces!

We should all listen to what the Party has to tell us as they lead us in to glory, no matter how ass-backwards or retarded what they say and do is! Its simply right that they believe we should be able to move mountains and call down thunder whenever we're asked to. How dare anyone use the excuse of being human to keep us from completing their tasks? What's that, you need proper nutrition? Screw that crap, you're some kind of superman now that you're here! You'd damn well better be able to do that!

And don't get me started on them protecting us from those damnable subversives! Lord-oh, I'm sorry, I can't really say that here, can I?-the Party Leader knows just how afraid I was of the children they killed! Can you imagine the devastation they could have caused? Unspeakable!

I hope my thoughts have been interesting comrades. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going back to my breakfast of jack crap.

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They'll "re-educate" ya, for talk like that. ["Stupid."]

That depends on them catching me.

And even if they find me, they won't be able to.

Ya haven't been here very long, have ya?

They don't need to find ya. They know exactly where ya are. And if they want to catch ya, they will. They're... really, really powerful. More than anythin' I've ever fought, at least.

Then you haven't exactly encountered anything all that powerful, have ya kid?

Heh, that's what ya think. I'm a member of the KND Global Command-- I've seen things that'd make ya wet your little pants, boy.

But, this place... they can bring ya back from the dead. They can brainwash ya without even touchin' ya. Even I can't do that.

[Silence for a moment. And then laughter. Condescendinh laughter. It isn't a pleasent sound.]

I have no clue what the KND is, and I don't care. I've seen things you couldn't even imagine, twit. I've seen worlds be born and crumble to nothingness in the span of seconds, so miniscule and incomprehensible you could barely say they existed at all. I've stepped back and forth through time and space so many times I can't keep track.

And you want me to be afraid of brainwashing? Brainwashing? I've challenged Lord Giygas to a test of willpower for domination and won.

I couldn't be less afraid of brainwashing from some commie rat bastards.

[Bull. He's scared, but like hell he'll say it.]

... Yeah, sure ya did. Pull the other one.

And yeah, I think ya should be afraid of brainwashin'. If they can take away your entire identity just for sayin' bad stuff about 'em... Imagine what they'll do to ya when they're really mad.

Ya shouldn't be afraid of brainwashin' 'cause it's brainwashin'. Ya should be afraid of it 'cause it's the least they can do.

If you don't believe me, find a kid here named Ness. He can attest to most of what I've done.

I've been through worse things that've tried to take my identity from me, and they've failed. And even if they do get me? Don't care; I'll overpower it.

Because in the end, nothing controls me but myself. I control me. And no one, not even adults or anyone else who wields authority, may have control over me.

[She's actually very interested in his rhetoric-- even she wouldn't say that no one holds authority over her. ~~Because she's a total Daddy's Girl.~~ But, like hell she'd actually show this.]

Ya sound pretty cocky. Fine, but don't come cryin' to me when this place finally shows ya what it's got.

[If there's one real talent the kid has other than being intelligent and a snide little asshole, it's being a public speaker.]

I don't cry to anyone. Not ever. ~~Not to say I don't cry like a baby sometimes though~~

And to be fair? I actually like the skepticism if it wasn't aimed at pissing me off right now. You actually got a name, little miss messenger, or should I just keep calling you "girl"?

Frances Fulbright. But my team calls me Numbuh 86.

What's yours, boy?

Your team?

Pokey Minch.

The Decommissionin' Squad.

[not gonna make fun of it not gonna make fun of it not gonna]

Pokey?

Seriously?

Well, that answers absolutely nothing. What in the hell is a Decommissioning Squad?

Yeah. I know. It's considered a normal name where I'm from.

I hate it.

All KND operatives're decommissioned on their thirteenth birthday-- meanin' they lose all their memories of the KND, so they can't give away top-secret information to the teens and adults. We're the ones that track 'em down.

... I can relate. [lol Fanny]

Huh. Can't exactly blame you. Secrets, under any cost, need to be protected. Bet people get all whiny about you just doing your job, don't they?

That's still not exactly answering who this KND group is. I've been to a lot of worlds. Haven't heard about them before.

Those idiots get whiny 'bout everythin'.

The Kids Next Door. We're an elite, global adult-fightin' organization. Ya mustn't have been to my world yet.

That's the way crybabies are. And they'll do it until the bitter end.

No, I mustn't have been. Adults are really that big a problem? I've never had to worry about them too much, myself, aside from my parents.

They're the biggest problem facin' kids today! Parents're alright, mostly-- it's part of a treaty we made with 'em back in the old days-- but... sometimes ya wake up and find out your dad's the head of the villains. Ya can't trust 'em, any of 'em.

Hell, I wouldn't have been particularly surprised to find out my parents were villains.

And I'm not particularly in the "trusting" business, so I can understand that line of thinking.

I'm impressed there's a world were children are that independent. There are only a few from my world who manage that. That's friggin' awesome.

Thanks. I could introduce ya to my fellow operatives sometime-- there's Sector V, but they're mostly idiots, and our Supreme Leader. Ya could even join, if ya want. We've been on a recruitin' drive lately.

I wouldn't mind meeting them but joining an organization? No thanks.

I prefer to work alone. Or for hire, if there's something in it for me.

Mercenary work, then. I'll keep ya in mind for our future plans.

My specialties are technology and deception, for quick reference if you ever need them.

It'd be wise to watch what you say after recent events, boy. ...We don't need any more people getting killed--They don't care if you're a child or an elderly man--_{[He pauses, glancing out his window to his neighbor's home, where a six year old was just yesterday.]}

If they see you as a threat... I don't know.

]Just outright mocking. Honestly, he's terrified now that he's realized what he's done, but he refuses to show it.]

I'm just spreading the truth about our glorious leader and his gloriously small intellect, comrade.

Yet you're practically calling them out. I wonder who has the small intellect. _{[Normally, he wouldn't be so... Cold. However, he's nearing the end of his road--The executions were weighing on his shoulders, installing a fear of losing his brother back into his heart. He was getting worried.]} It's just a warning. Be careful, boy.

Yeah, I'm calling them out 'cause they pissed me off. It's not a matter of intellect, just desire.

Can't reap great rewards without great risk.

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