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

[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.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

My daddy is. He said so.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Well. Something you'll learn as you get older is that no one's perfect. And even if you love your parents a lot, they can make mistakes, too.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Oh.

But how I make them love me then, if they wrong sometimes? Cause that's what daddy said he'd do if I get all stwong when I gwow up.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Your dad said he'd love you if you got strong?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yuh-huh! So I gonna be as stwong and amazing as I can be.

[He just gives another large, exaggerated nod and smiles up at you Lucas. He's too young to really understand that being told his parent's love is conditional is fairly terrible. Give him a few more years on that.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

He . . . He'll love you, anyway. He just wants you to do your best to succeed.

[But Lucas is doubtful on this matter.]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Okay!

[Well, that seems to have been easy enough.]

Yeah! Daddy just want me to do good! That's why sometimes he goes pow!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . .

Do you love your Daddy, Pokey?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

...He's my daddy.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Can you say it?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[The little boy looks up at Lucas, opening his mouth several timesq. voice small.]

My daddy, I-

I love-

[Little Pokey's eyes start tearing up, little lip quivering. Instead of just crying, however, the boy blinks back his tears and gives a little growl, stomping one of his little feet in front of him.]

You're mean.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's alright, Pokey.

[This is perhaps surprising for the boy who spouts nonsense about love and joy and friendship all the time. Lucas takes a step forward, then pauses.]

It's OK to feel that way. Your dad . . . your dad shouldn't do the things he does. And he should never hit you. It's OK to think that he's not perfect, or that he does things you don't like. Just . . . don't hate him.

You're probably too young to understand. I shouldn't be talking about this . . .

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just looks up at Lucas in confusion. You're right. He really doesn't understand yet. He's old enough to know he doesn't like what his dad does to him, but not old enough to hate him for it. Not yet. So the little boy really has no idea how to react. He just looks up at the weird big boy, a little glumly, before he speaks again.]

Okay.

Can I go play again now?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Go ahead. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Pokey.

[It's only after he's left that he recalls 'going to play' means 'torturing kittens'. Darnit.]