ceasetoexist | First Contact

[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?

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I'd be happy not having either..

I've got my eye on you now, Pokey. The minute you try anything, you better believe I'll be there to stop you. But things could easily be solved if you gave up your ways.. You know that the only direction you can go with this is down, right?

[Ness knew it was useless to try and talk any sense or reason into some one so selfish and conceited, but anything to stall him a bit longer from getting the chance to harm the public were precious seconds indeed.]

[Silence. He opens his mouth to try and speak once, before digging his hand into his pocket, as if trying to squeeze something. His eyes go wide with fear for a brief moment, and then snap back to how they normally are, glaring at Ness.

He gave a small, barking laugh.]

Of course I know that.

But really, even if I gave changing a try, would you believe I was even trying?

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[His own eyebrows raised, Ness looks over the way Pokey is acting. What was it that he was searching his pocket for? Hmm..]

I'm willing to believe, because that is what good people do. But I doubt you'd even try. You don't like games where you can only stand to win, I guess.

[He calmed a bit, snickering.]

Games where you can win no matter what are boring, and aren't games at all. I'd rather have fun playing the game and seeing what conclusion happens, even if it means I could lose in the end.

...Okay, this has been bugging the crap out of me. Why the hell are you in your pajamas?

[He sighs, brushing a bit of dirt off of his PJs before replying.]

I didn't wake up in this world naked, ya' know?

I was in too bit of a surprise that I didn't bother to change into my clothes. Not like the first time it's happened, ya' know? Or have you really become that evil that you forget a time we WERE friends, bugging police officers in the middle of the night.

[He had been too brash with Pokey. Unsure of what made him change his thoughts so suddenly, Ness remembers a simpler time filled with chasing Coil Snakes and Runaway Dogs with his neighbors. Perhaps he was too sentimental, but maybe.. Maybe this world was a "reset button"..]

Yeah, but even then, your mom made you get up and into your regular clothes-...Oh.

[Right. Ness didn't have his mom here to remind him of that. Not that he felt bad pointing it out; it was just that there was no point to pointing it out. No real victory to be had by attacking him on that.

He simply sneered a little and blew a raspberry at the last comment.]

I don't forget anything. And I've seen more and remembered more than you ever will.

What day is it then? What year is it? Which week of the year are we in? Have you seen outside of this town in this world? Do you know where the edge of town is? Have you seen what town square looks like, or the people here who look like they've been turned into zombies? Does it really count to have all of that under your belt here, Porky?

[Ness combs a few fingers through his hair, once more trying to tame his bed head.]

Whether you like it or not, or me even, we're stuck here. I don't hafta' tell you that.

[Ness begins to turn away, keeping his eyes locked onto Pokey's as he begins his exit.]

We were friends once. Even if you were annoying, cowardly, and selfish, it was nice having you as a neighbor and some one I could get into trouble with. I don't think you're as far gone as you seem, Pokey. Maybe we're here for a reason. Or maybe our fight is just beginning.. But I'll leave that up to you..

[Pokey curled his hands into two small, tiny fists, resisting the urge to strike at his neighbor not just because of his use of that hated nickname, but his refusal to be impressed by his boasting. Why couldn't Ness be curious about all the cool things he'd seen? He'd have been more than happy to tell them, if the other boy would listen. But whatever.

It didn't help he couldn't answer any of the other boys questions either. Now that struck his ego.

He just counters Ness' stare with a glare of his own.]

See ya around, pig's butt.

[Ness only smirks, turning back once more to Pokey. He could sense his disapproval, and under different circumstances, would be more than happy to have stayed and heard of the many and interesting things that his old friend had seen. But Ness knew shutting him out and ignoring him was the only way to strike a nerve and get a reaction. As much as Ness didn't want to or like to, there most definitely were playing a game, and right now he felt like he himself was in the lead.]

Always with the last word, huh, Porky?

Stop calling me that!

[He began to stomp his foot on the yard, quickly working himself into a temper-tantrum. Him calling Ness names was one thing; the inverse was quite another.]

I hate that nickname! I hate that nickname! I hate it I hate it I hate i-

[He cuts off, leaning over and putting his hands against his mouth. He proceeds to launch into a coughing fit; not violent, but wet and painful sounding. After it passes, he just glares at the other boy.]

I hate it.

[Blinks his eyes in blank state of surprise, actually kind of worried about Pokey. Ness turns around to face Pokey fully, scratching his chin as he watches with a cautious eye.]

H-Hey.. No reason to go getting upset or anythin'. I wouldn't call you names if you weren't up to no-good. If you don't want to be called Po-.. THAT NAME, then stop being evil and be a normal kid. It's much more fun that way.

[Pokey just stares back, like a little animal trying to decide if it should run or just stand still. Finally, he rights himself again, shrugging.]

I am who I am, Ness. And I do what I do because it's fun.

...So I guess...if you just got out of Magicant, you wouldn't know how Picky's doing, right?

[Ness can't help but smile softly. He turns his back to Pokey, his feet finding the way back to "his" own house, but not before saying something more.]

I stopped by home not long before going to Magicant.. Your parents aren't real happy about us still being next door, especially after things with Mister Monotoli. But..

Picky always asks about you.

[He snorts a little, crossing his arms in front of his chest.]

My parents can go to hell, far as I'm concerned.

...If you get out of this...take care of him, alright?

[Ness nods his head, without question.]

We'll see each other again.. I'm at 1449 Mitchell Road. Anytime you want to get into trouble, I'll be there..

[He just snorts and turns around, heading back towards his house.]

I'll keep that in mind, Ness.

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