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

Comments

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Well he notices that and just looks up for a minute. It's a stranger! This is exciting!]

Hi!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger is momentarily dumbstruck when his icy gaze is met with such excitement. It's almost revolting.]

...

Go home.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

I don't wanna....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

Then go somewhere else.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

No. I found dis pwace. I like it.

[Just slowly beating one of the pans against another again.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He isn't bothered by the noise so much as he is about this twerp breaking into the house and acting like he owns the place.

Seeing as it's unlikely the kid is going to listen, Slugger does the sensible thing whereby he reaches down, grabs him by the baby-sized overalls, and starts tugging him backwards across the kitchen floor in an attempt to slide him toward the doorway.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Let goooooooo!

[And that's be min-Pokey trying to struggle against Slugger tugging him. He isn't really enough to stop Slugger's progress, but it is enough to slow it down.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring how familiar the whining and flailing is, Slugger stops dragging him in favor of hoisting him up off the floor and under his arm like a football.

He makes it to the door, despite whatever acts of protest he may receive, but upon opening it he comes nearly face-to-eyeball with a giant... eyeball. It's that thing Pokey calls Josephine.

Realization strikes like a bolt of lightning. Slugger looks down at the kid under his arm.]

Pokey?

[Yeah, he didn't recognize you without the blue tinge.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[The struggling and flailing stops, being replaced by a moment of just staring at you in amazement. And delight.]

Hey! How you know my name, mister?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Because.

[Clearly, this is a sufficient answer. Slugger steps out onto the porch and sets Pokey down, then stares warily up at the machine.]

...You can still operate it?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Because why?

[He is just so bizarrely innocent its hard to really imagine what he grows up to be. He looks over to Josephine then back to Slugger, still confused.]

Opewate? Nuh-uh. It just followeded me. It's my fwiend.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Precisely why he has no idea what to do with you, Pokey. The cheerful innocence is almost too much to handle. Were you ever really like this?

Slugger realizes that you're quite dumb at the moment as he tries to explain things. He's actually being fairly patient.]

I met you when you were old. But you wouldn't remember because you turned small.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Weally? You know me when I'm all big?

[He is just amazed Slugger. That's neat. You're a neat older kid and his friend. Why else would you know older him.]

What am I like?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

A jerk.

[No sugar coating for you. The truth is the truth.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[And now there's just confusion in the little kids eyes. And hurt. That was mean to say. He hears mean things from his mom and dad a lot of the time, but strangers are usually nice. And he doesn't understand that there'd be a mean one.]

Why I do that?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A shrug.]

You grow up to be a jerk. I don't know how.

[Did that clear things up?]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Not really. Now he's just afraid and, well, pretty sure he doesn't like you. He's just trying to scamper back a little more and not cry. Crying is bad, and you should never do it.]

You're mean...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Pokey as if to say "...Yeah. And?" Not being an adult human, Slugger doesn't know when it's 'right' to lie.]

You wanted to know.

[Turning his attention back to Josephine now, he nods up at it.]

You drive this thing, too.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

I dwive it? That's cool!

[Well that made him happy pretty quickly. So that kinda unintentionally panned out well for you, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

When you get mad, you use it to step on people.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[What? No, that doesn't make sense. He's a good boy. He just shakes his head a little.]

Uh-uh. I wouldn't step on no body....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Would to.

[Among other, worse, things.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

No!

[And he just stomps his little foot down angrily. You're mean and you're telling lies and he doesn't like it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The fact that you just stomped like that makes him grin a little. It's the first Pokey-like thing he's seen you do.]

Then maybe I was the only one.

[He has his doubts, though.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[He just tilts his head curiously a little before hugging one of Josephine's legs, trying to hide a little behind it. You're a weird, kind of mean big kid.]

I didn't stepped on you. You woulda been all flat and cwushed.