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

[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?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He ignores Porky's question.]

Four hundred years . . .

Do you still remember everything that happened in your home world? But you'll never forget Ness and his friends, will you? Even though he was your enemy, he meant a lot to you, right?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What the hell is this? Question and answer time?

...Yeah. I still remember everything. And no, of course I wouldn't forget Ness. In fact, if you're such good buddies, I'm sure you'll be glad to hear he's here.

Does this have a point, or are you just baiting me to piss me off?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . No. He's your buddy. Because a million years, a billion years from now, an infinite amount of time from now, Ness will be the only person in any universe that you can ever say was your friend.

You don't have to do what you're doing, Porky. You can still stop.

1/4

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey!

2/4

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

POKEY!

3/4

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

My name is Pokey. Pokey Minch. And I have no clue where you heard that nickname, but, uh, you better never friggin' call me it again.

4/4

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And newsflash champ? Just had a talk with Ness a few minutes ago where he admitted the friendship we had was pretty much only ever one-sided. My side.

So you can reduce the number of people I can call buddies down to zero. As it friggin' should be.

And yeah, I don't have to do what I'm doing, listening to some strange kid babble on about me. Because you know how many people I know that know that information and still want me alive?

Hey, that number's zero too!

Now who ARE you?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I don't want you dead. I want you alive. Alive and happy and with friends! Because, then . . . Then it doesn't have to be that way. It doesn't! You . . . You can change! I can change it . . . !

[click]

Your Lucas is adorable

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's just looking at the phone. What in the hell was that? ...Some kind of message from the future? Did he actually find some way to send it to himself, or did...

He doesn't know. But he thinks he'd like to try and find out who the kid that just called him was. It could be important for him to know what just happened.]

Aha, thank you! I foresee interesting times ahead. =D

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas, too, is staring down at his phone. He can't seem to stop himself from shivering, and he gasps repeatedly as if he's just run a marathon.

How many times has he had this conversation in his head? Hallucination!Porky, of course, was always immediately convinced after a single Power of Love speech to change his evil ways, but somehow, Lucas thinks that he hasn't managed it quite yet. He takes a few steps back and sinks into a couch.

What is he going to do . . . ?]