MOVED TO @PIGMONARCH

( Hey!  So turns out I’m not exactly dead because Porky’s muse has been coming back to me a little more lately.  Sorry for dropping off the face of the Earth on this blog.  I won’t promise I’ll swing back with full force here so I’m going to keep it “low activity” for a while till I figure out everything, but like...

I realized I’m not precisely happy with a lot of the threads I had and it was kinda killing my muse.  I feel like I need to step back and almost???  Kinda start over???  I dunno--

I’m not sure if that’ll entail moving my blog and starting fresh (though we can keep relationships if we’ve built them in some instances-) or what, but I wanted to give people a heads up I guess in case I archive this blog?  So yeah.  That’s where I’m at now.  Thanks for sticking with me in this time.

@allhailkingp

No matter how hard he threw himself at the bars of the cage, not even Goomba’s rock-hard head could break them. 

“Let us out,” he yelled, before he slammed into the bars with his head again, “HEY! Are you even listening?!”

“They’re not gonna budge, Cap,” Shy Guy hissed, “We’re trapped. Who are these walking porkers anyway?”

“Hey, I resent that remark,” a Pigmask soldier pointed his gun at the snarky captain,” You’d better put a sock in it when the king comes around.”

“Make me,” Shy Guy spat.

“T-This is bad,” Koopa Troopa trembled, “Maybe we should start begging, guys…”

“What?! A captain NEVER backs down,” Goomba stomped his foot down, “Lord Bowser never surrenders and we won’t either!”

“Cap, we have to be smart here,” Boo talked softly, “We could get killed…”

“Here comes the king,” another soldier spoke, “You four better shut your traps.”

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily depending on who’s asked, the Nowhere Islands seem to have a penchant for launching all kinds of creatures and travelers into its domain.  Porky always loved to manipulate this for his own purposes, dragging all kinds of people into Nowhere to serve as Pigmasks.  But this time... this time was different.  He’s pretty sure he didn’t order for these creatures to be pulled from any timeline, nor did anyone else do so either.  Looks like someone made a mistake along the way when trying for someone else.

However, Porky isn’t exactly complaining about these unexpected guests popping up.  They managed to capture the beasts and cage them for Porky’s review, and after hearing what they had, he was very interested in seeing them.  As fast as he can, he makes his way down to the Chimera Labs where the four are being held.  He’s beyond happy to grant these four an audience with him just to curb his own curiosity.

Eventually, the bed mecha crawls through the door and extends itself back out to its full form in the room.  It lowers itself so Porky can get a closer look at these short beings... they look like something from a game!  Yes, he’s sure he recognizes these creatures, though he has no idea who they are on an individual level.

In Celebration of Father’s Day, ask my muse (or the mun) anything about his/her father. | still accepting

“Oh, I dunno,” Pokey replies uncertainly. “Kinda hard to not think of all the okay memories I have with him as being tainted by him being a shitty dad.  He told me plenty of times that he wished he never had me, so it’s not like him being nice to me was out of love or the goodness of his heart.

“Like, for a while– when we were staying in Fourside with Monotoli?  He was pretty nice to me and wanted to spend time with me.  Oh man, I just ate that up.  Stupid me, right?  It’s obvious he only cared ‘cause I got him a great job he’d never have gotten on his own.  Somehow, his own thirteen year-old son was more successful than he ever was.  Well, I guess he never made a deal with the devil like me, huh?”

@commandingxmask

It usually makes his day to see the Colonel, regardless of what it’s for.  Today, however, was something much more special apparently.  The childish delight in his face is unmistakable, lit up with the sheer joy of seeing that little remote.  He could always count on Toffee to be thoughtful like this– he knows exactly what Porky likes.  He was the only one who really understood him.

starter for @songofstardust !

Things haven’t felt normal since Porky came back, yet they all seem to pretend like everything’s just fine.  Porky doesn’t really see the point in this pretense, but he’s not really interested enough to change it.  He simply does as he wants, and the rest of his family can choose to ignore how wrong he really is.  They all must feel it,  his abnormality.

Porky doesn’t work to make himself seem like the old Pokey they used to know.  That upbeat, sort of obnoxious personality was lost long ago, but the change must appear so much more jarring to his family, devoid of any context.  He’s bland and disinterested and his manner of speaking bizarrely formal.  He’s some stranger in Pokey’s body living with them like nothing had changed.  Just Porky, never Pokey.

The only one who seems to care at all is Picky.  Dear, dear Picky... though so far, he’s seems too cowardly to say anything to Porky about it, either.  But he clearly recognizes it more than either of their parents, who seem to wish to forget that anything bad even happened to Porky or their family as a whole, even despite Aloysius and Lardna divorcing over it.  Ah, well.  Humans love denial,  don’t they?

Maybe it’s Porky and Picky’s relationship that’s changed the most, so it’s the most noticeable.  As he recalls, their relationship was mainly based on Porky’s “good-natured” bullying and teasing of Picky.  His little brother was such a little pushover, so it was easy to get away with treating him however he wanted, assuming Picky didn’t run off to tell their dad.  Now, Porky had no interest in really talking to him at all.  It was more like they were brief acquaintances rather than siblings.

Ah, well.  It’s the best they’ve all got for now.

Porky is sitting in the living room, sifting through a magazine whose big article is “What Happened to Dr. Andonuts?”.  There’s something amusing about people of this time finding it such a mystery.  He knows exactly what happened, but he’d never tell and no one would ever believe him anyways.  He’s become a bit obsessed with Dr. Andonuts as of late, and he’s got dozens of magazines and newspapers and books by or about the guy.  He wonders if his family’s noticed that at all.

   All the while Pokey is talking, Toffee simply gestures for Compass to move back further while turning his attention back to the device upon his wrist once again. Compass complies, and though there’s some difficulty, he moves a good distance away.

   This horrible, sickening dread sinks to the bottom of his stomach at the instructions in spite of it, however. He knows what’s coming. He’s only lucky that there isn’t too many people around for it. The funniest part of it all, however, is that he’s dreading treatment which he’s both earned and most certainly deserves. But it doesn’t change how much he hates it. It doesn’t change that he hopes somehow those itching hooks sunken into his throat will malfunction and destroy him beyond repair.

   All he wanted was to die. 

              Was it really that selfish of him?

   He’s so stuck in his own mind over this that he doesn’t notice the silent leap of his shoulders or the blurriness of his vision. His hands shake violently as they press and dig into the dirt he’s seated upon for some semblance of comfort. Something at all to get him through what will happen is just fine, even if it’s only ever going to be the ground everyone walks and spits on. If he wasn’t so far, then maybe they’d see how much of a scared little kid he appears to be right now. That’s good. He doesn’t want them to see. He’s already been an embarrassment to both himself and the entire army.

   “That should be good.” The Colonel says with a smile, glancing back up to Compass. 

   There’s that moment of finality before the effects of the regulator start to hit him. He can only hear himself screaming and writhing from a distance as the light and energy bursts outward from him to life. It’s shockingly bright, and yet brilliantly beautiful in its design. It’s almost like a dance…. of destructive, chaotic, and massive power. And it just keeps on going, this time, with the full range of the display that they’ve been looking for.

   Though, Compass can’t quite understand the fascination with something so ugly and painful.

   “This is the highest it can go without burning your eyes out if you don’t have proper protection.” Toffee laughs, a hand resting on his hip. A sigh. “How about that? It’s like our own little personal angel of death in our hands.”

When Pokey finally takes notice of Compass dragging himself away, his attention focuses entirely on the robot, though he looks to Toffee once or twice.  Something is coming... something big.  He can feel it so clearly, and so an odd feeling of excitement and near-anxiety settles in his stomach as he anticipates its beginning.  Come on now, come on...  show him what he wants to see.  It’s a slow build, but Pokey sees some slight movements in Compass that feel like a small indication of what is to come.

At those words spoken by Toffee, Pokey’s smile widens again to wild, boundless, malicious joy.  He flinches from surprise at the burst of light and power that erupts from Compass, and after that initial surprise settles, he leans slightly forward to watch the light show.  It’s bright, almost too bright to watch directly, but he tries his best to keep his eyes on it, his eyelids twitching slightly.  This is definitely one of the cooler things that he’s seen recently... and pretty much makes up for how Compass treated him earlier.

Pokey giggles, bringing one hand up to his face.  That grin on his face starts to hurt a little, but he can’t help it.  Compass is full of this amazing power-- who would have guessed that from how unassuming he often appeared?  And what a great power it is to be able to manipulate it like this.  To think it’ll be his some day--!  That King P. is pretty lucky, despite the robot’s unpredictability sometimes.  He finally draws his eyes away from Compass when Toffee speaks up again.