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

[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.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger sits down on the edge of the step and shakes his head.]

I got away before that happened. You still got part of me.

[Btw, well played, good sir.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, babby!Pokey doesn't understand the chemistry between himself and his future best frenemy. So that just leaves a confused little kid looking over at Slugger curiously and uncertain. He just clings to Josphine's leg tightly, like he thinks Slugger might suddenly up and hit him at the moment.]

I sowwy that I huwt you....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[And Slugger has no idea how to respond to this other than to stare at you until he realizes how shocked he must look and directs his gaze downward.]

...It doesn't hurt anymore.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

That's good. Owwies awen't fun.

[He just says that like its the smartest thing anyone has ever said. He doesn't get why you were staring at him so funny, but he won't bother you on it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He can just imagine how awkward this is going to be for the both of them when you grow back up.]

Do you even remember where your house is?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Its in Onett!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That's not what he meant, but...]

Maybe Josephine knows.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Who's Josephine?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It's what you called the machine. [pointing toward the giant eye. Fuck if he knows where you came up with it.]