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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[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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