First Contact

[ceasetoexist]

[Well hello Ricardo Street. It's a lovely morning isn't it? I certainly hope you're enjoying it, because it's about to get a bit of a downer in a minute. The direction this distraction is about to come from 502 on your block.

Pokey Minch  had been to several worlds before, but this was the first time he'd found himself having woken up in a new one. In a house. With new clothes. And...pictures of him in situations he can't remember? What is this nonsense? The chubby boy proceeded to take the room apart methodically, opening and digging through his closet and every cabinet he could find.

Nothing. Anything that was his own was gone. He restrained the urge to kick the crap out of the dresser in front of him, knowing that really wouldn't solve anything. Besides, he just needed to get to his Time Distorter and he could-

His Time Distorter. Oh please God, or whoever was out there, let it be here.

He ran as quick as his legs could take him downstairs, frantically heading to the front door. Not in the driveway. Not in the backyard either when he got to it. Or the garage. Which pretty much exhausted hiding places it could be in in the immediate vicinity.

He didn't know what else to do. Rushing to the kitchen, he rummaged through the pantry until he could find a knife sharp enough to suit himself and assure him he had a good chance of protecting himself with it. He had little reason to believe what he'd do next would do anything, either.

Moving over to the phone, he picked it up and said in a quiet rasp, as if screaming while maintaining his voice]

What is this bullcrap? I have no idea where I am, or why there are pictures of me with people I don't friggin' know, or why I'm in a house with my good suit replaced with some namby-pamby cutesy junk.

I don't know WHO you are that did this, but I better get an answer, and I better get it fast, and you'd better give me my TIME DISTORTER BACK NOW before I start taking names and rolling heads.

Understood?

Comments

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ah...time distorter?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeeees. My Time Distorter. It's the machine that I should have been in but, apparently, someone has stolen from me.

Quite possibly you, since you're the first respondent. You could be trying to lead me into a false sense of security. That your game?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey! I am doing no such thing! Look, I dunno what your time distorter is [He has a sneaking suspicion it's a card board box], but I don't have it. This town does. When it brings you here it takes everything away and you get it back piecemeal.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...What do you mean "the town does it"? You mean the people who live here, or what?

'Cause, uh, yeah. That things been my makeshift home for awhile. Kinda fond of it and considering it's mine, I intend to get it back.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Alright, here's the basic gist of the matter. We're all stuck here in this weird ass town that acts like a three year old that's been spoiled by rich parents. It does what it wants.

And no I don't mean the people, they're just the town's playthings. We all are right now.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So the town's its own entity? Oh. Well. Awesome. Just loving this.

[...He honestly doesn't seem too surprised or bothered by this revelation.]

So, what? What does it have us do? Make us just live our normal lives? 'Cause I'll be honest. Not really feeling that.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[He's kinda glad for the calm, if a little weirded out by it]

Sorta. Most of the time we just have to play by its rules of living stereotypical 50's lives, but sometimes it throws us a curve ball.

Like turning the town into a warzone and stuff like that. Oh yeah. Speaking of which, death isn't permanent here.

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness had been walking down the street in his pajamas, when he could swear he was hearing a familiar voice.. He looked up and over to the front windows of house 502, but could not see as clearly.. Ness walks onto the lawn of 502, stepping closer to the front window to confirm his fears..]

1/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Man, waiting for these jerkwads to answer the damn phone sure is boring. There's nothing even cool happening outside the win-]

2/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[OH HOLY SHIT IT CAN'T BE]

3/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[There's no time to waste, and the giant jerk puts on the best smile he can as he goes outside to great his friend.]

Well friggin' hello, pig's butt.

Re: 3/3

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness jumped back from the window, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He pressed his face against the glass, hoping his eyes weren't getting bad.]

Nope! Nope nope nope! That's him. That's definitely Porky. Oh crap. Crap oh crap what the crap is he doing here?!

[Ness scratches his head frantically. What is he to do?! What can he possibly do without a bat and his PSI?!]

Wait.. Did he just call me a pig's butt?

Re: 3/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah. I did just call you pig's butt. What're you going to do about it?

[He narrows his eyes at Ness, looking his neighbor over.]

So how long have you been stuck in this mystical little land of bullcrap?

Re: 3/3

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs at you, glaring you down through the window.]

Then how about you come outside and call me that again? Huh?!

As if I'd tell you.. You're probably the one behind all of this, aren't you? Where'd you take them?! Where are my friends? You afraid to fight me head on, is that it? What happened to my PSI? Stop being a coward for once and face me like a man!

[Ness stood at the ready, clenching his fists from the other side of the glass. Baseball bat or no baseball bat, he'd be sure to make this a good fight..]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just smiles back at his neighbor for a minute. ...Something's wrong. If Ness wanted to get at him that badly, he could've used his PSI to try and break a window open. The dude he was talking to was telling the truth. This place sucks abilities away.

Stiffling laughter, Pokey dropped the receiver to the phone as he opened the front door, coming outside to greet his old friend.

He doesn't bother keeping his distance. He pretty much gets in striking range of Ness.]

Really. You think my great plan was to trap myself and you in some throwback to the fifties and, not only that, to make myself unarmed. I ain't got jack here, Ness, and I ain't done jack yet.

Nice to know you're the only one here though.

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[He took two steps back, not trying to show fear but, being this close to someone who practically has tried to kill you..]

You're bluffing.. You're up to something. How else could I have gotten here? You're as twisted as Gigyas is, so there has to be some grand-scheme to this place! I don't know what is it, but it has to be something evil!

And if I am the only one here..

[He clenches his fists, his knees bending, as if ready to strike.]

I'm enough to make sure you don't hurt anyone here in Mayfield.

[It wasn't like him to be so violent, let alone so on the offensive, but this was Pokey.. And really, that's more reason than enough to be the aggressor.]

1/2

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . You.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Do I know you?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas's voice trembles violently as he responds. But he's not stupid -- He's just met Ness from a time before he fought Porky. It's quite possible the Porky doesn't know him yet.]

Don't you? Don't you remember who I am?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a bit.]

Hey kid, it isn't the end of the world if I don't recognize you, but I'm touched that you take it so personally.

No. I haven't heard your voice before kid. Don't know you.

...Who are you?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Good. You don't need to know who I am. Not yet.

How long have you been time traveling?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[A pause. He's tempted to simply hang up but...this is simply too intriguing.]

Four hundred years.

...How do you know about me?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I don't know anything about a Time Distorter. Is there anything else I can help you with?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not friggin' really, unless you can tell me some more about this town and how and why it's dropping us in here.