Tiny Terror

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey. Hey. Guess who else got some of that tainted meat Vince's been handing out. Yep. Today, you can find baby Pokey doing a few things wandering around town today.]

Option A. In Your House

[Hey, guess what? If you didn't lock the door to your house, you'll find a four-five year old rummaging through your shit. See those pots and pans in the bottom drawers? Now they're on the floor, a little kid laughing and banging on them, clearly amused. Hey, is that a cookie jar on the counter? There's a little kid whose pulled a chair up to the counter and is digging around through it, stuffing some into his mouth while stuffing others into his pocket.

Have fun getting the kid out of your house, because as far as he's concerned all this shit is his now.]

Option B. Tormenting Animals

[Oh look at that cute chubby little boy and the cat he's found.

Now watch as the kid pulls as hard as he can on its tail, sending the cat screeching off like a bat out of hell into the streets. And he'll just go on doing this and doing this to any stray animal he can. Cause that shit is funny.]

Option C. Sleeping on your Lawn. Sort of.

[Well, Pokey has worn himself out with his looting and torturing animals, and needs a nap. Might as well take it on your lawn.

Or, more accurately? Even though he's a babby, his mech has been following him around. Hell if he knows exactly what it is, but it's been following him and seems friendly towards him, so hey. It must be nice. So he'll be sleeping on top of that parked on your lawn instead.]

[OOC: Going to work soon, so replies might be delayed. All replies will be made with the journal babypigking

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((I decided against the age-down, sorry. =( ))

[Oh how cute. That kid looks familiar. And Lucas watches calmly as the tiny little child starts to torment the little k -- . . . wait what.]

H-Hey! You shouldn't do that.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Daww, it's cool.]

[Well, that stops him from chasing after the poor thing, and the kid just turns towards Lucas. Unlike when he's older, Pokey just meets the reprimand with confusion instead of anger.]

But I want to.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Well that bodes well for your future, psychopathic child. Lucas gently explains, though.]

You can't do everything you want to do. The cat is a living creature, too, you know?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

But I'm bigger.

[And that makes all the difference.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

So would it be alright for me to hurt you?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yuh-huh. You bigger.

[He just gives a large, exaggerated nod as he agrees with this sentiment. He doesn't seem afraid or anything either; this just seems like a natural answer.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Automated Response: Back from hiatus! If you'd like to suspend this thread, please feel free to do so.))

N-No, it's not! You shouldn't hurt anything that's living and breathing. You don't like to feel pain, do you?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Welcome back!]

No...

[He shakes his head a little, looking down, almost self-conscious. Why is this big boy quizzing him on things? He didn't do anything wrong, he was just playing with the kitty...]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Thanks!))

That's right. And no one else does, too. Not even the cat.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

But it was funny....

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Things aren't funny anymore when someone gets hurt . . .

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yuh-huh...

[But he looks down guiltily, rubbing his little foot in the grass. He doesn't get why the big boy has to be a jerk and get in his face just for playing a game.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Anyway, you shouldn't do things like that anymore, OK?

Where did you come from, anyway? What's your name?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Ok.

[Its a begrudging little statement, but he looks up at Lucas as he says it. He's at least trying to mean it, especially if it means the big kid will stop lecturing him about it. He hates being lectured.]

I'm fwom Onett. My name's Pokey. What's youws?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's where -- ! . . .

[Lucas just stares at the tiny child for a few moments when he hears the name.]

Pokey Minch?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[The boy just looks up in wonder for a minute before smiling gleefully.]

Hey!! How you know my name mistew? Was it a magic twick?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

N-No. No, um.

. . .

Hey, Pokey? Can you tell me a little about your family?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Well you're not answering his question, funny big kid. But lucky for you, Pokey won't be in possession of his crippling paranoia and distrust of others for another two or three years.]

My family?

[He just smiles at that. The big kid is asking him a question, so that means he gets to show off how much he knows.]

Okay! Whatcha wanna know?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[How badly did they raise you to turn you into a world-destroying megalomaniac?]

Anything you want to say at all. Maybe about your mom and dad?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Ummmm.....

[He thinks for a minute. He doesn't...really have much to say about his mom. Lardna wasn't exactly the most nurturing of mothers. So he'll talk about his dad.]

My daddy is weally amazing! He's weally smart, and-and he makes lotsa money and people look up to him cause he's weally powerful and strong! And I'm gonna be just like him someday!

...But I don't wanna be as scawy as he is.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

As . . . scary?

[Lucas ponders this for a second or two before responding.]

You know, Por -- Pokey. There are other ways to be respected than to make lots of money and to be really strong.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but they the best ways. Then you can do whatevew you wanna do, and no one can tell you no, or hit you on the head, or be mean to you, and evewyone will wanna be your fwiend.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, but . . . Money and power aren't the most important things in the world -- and they won't get you real friends, either.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yuh-huh!

[He just says this with the most world weary tone a five year old can muster.]

It do all that. Daddy told me so, and daddy's never wrong.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Daddies are wonderful, but . . . They're not always perfect, either.