Considering sending him to We The Lost

[ceasetoexist]

Hey. Nerdlinger.

Why don't you make up your mind about whether you're picking me up again or not? As great as it is just kind of floating around in nowhere while you screw crap up and try to decide if you're going to wipe your butt or not, it's also boring. Super boring. Either get it over with or stop talking about it because I'm done with it.

Course. You want to send me someplace where I'll remember Mayfield too huh? Can't just leave me alone and let me forget everything can you? Yeah. That's great. Thanks, you stupid jerk. I've done a lot to a lot of people but I dunno what I did to you to pull that on me.

Great prank. Jerkface.

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[justshutupraz]

Better get used to muns being indecisive, it's kind of a running theme here. That and you know, making you deal with the terrible stuff they throw you into.

[ceasetoexist]

I've gotten used to it. Doesn't mean I can't still hate it.

Don't tell me it isn't worth hating either. It totally is. I get that there's a lot of things not worth it by now, but I should still be allowed to hate something.

[justshutupraz]

Did I say it's not worth hating? No. Hate it as much as you want. I know I do. I'm telling you, no matter what you do, say or think they'll keep throwing your around like some doll.

[pullsneedles]

[Here, have what might be an unlikely voice on your side, Pokey.]

That ain't very fair t'you.

[ceasetoexist]

[Yeesh. The Lucas he had come to known and the bizarre understanding they had come to form in Mayfield had been weird and uncomfortable enough in its own right. Aside from trying not to break into open hostility, Pokey isn't sure how to engage this Lucas.]

Yeah. Maybe.

Not sure what it is to you, though. You don't have to care.

[pullsneedles]

I don't hafta. Don't mean I can't.

I jus' don't like anyone bein' hurt, 'specially if they got the chance t'move on.

[ceasetoexist]

Move on. Sure.

I don't want to move on? Why should I? I have everything I want where I am. I don't need to go to another game.

[God, this is awkward, especially coupled with the fact that he'll never understand Lucas' apparent empathy. He may not have become the Pig King yet, but he knows what he does. And even then, there's what he's already done.

He's afraid moving again will cause him to shift backwards once more. Maybe it's justified.]

[pullsneedles]

[Lucas hesitates before nodding at that. Because how could he not understand when he doesn't really want to keep going?]

I hope y'get what y'need. Whatever that is.

[lightball]

You have a funny way of showing your appreciation.

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah, you're right!

Being torn from the place I've made a home and being forced into some dump again?! I should throw the jerk a party!

[lightball]

Being mean won't get you what you want.

You learned a lot back there. Thought you would've figured that out, too.

[psimera]

- Master Porky. [Have a certain chimera snapping to attention. He's not going to show it, he's supposed to be the professional 'robot slave' here, but he's very relieved.]

...
Is there anything I can do to assist you with your mundane? [He couldn't think of any way to deal with his own, but maybe Master Porky will know?]

[ceasetoexist]

[With all the things Pokey had managed to glean about his future in Mayfield, both by the items the town sent him and from what Lucas had told him, Claus was one of the things he had only been able to make guesses about. Something Pokey had only understood he'd done thanks to glimpses that events in the town showed, brief hints of conversations Lucas had had he was need meant to hear. He know he was responsible for Claus' death, and remaking him as a weapon.

And that's cool. Even after two and a half years of development and torture, Pokey can't deny how awesome that seems. If anything, he wants to demand Claus show him what he can do: blow something up, smash this place apart. To just in general be awesome.

But in those years Pokey had also learned a lot of things. And one of them was guilt. Despite how much he wants to tell Claus to do something pointless, something a child would think was cool, his guilt manages to hold him back.]

No. You can't really deal with mundane a in anyway. They're jerks. If he really wants to send me there, I guess I'm going.

Oh. Uh. You can...er, drop calling me master too. If you want.

But call me Master at least one more time, okay?

[Because that is just too cool.]

[psimera]

[Master Porky is acting - kind of strange. Off, from how the Commander remembers him. It's - maybe something in his speech patterns? More hesitant?
- Maybe the oddest thing is that 'if you want.' Master Porky hasn't really payed much attention to the Commander's preferences before - most likely not out of maliciousness, it's just how things were meant to be between chimeras and 'King P.' And that would've been normal and made sense. This here is just confusing the poor chimera.]

[Maybe it's a test? He doesn't really remember Master Porky being one for tests, but you never know.]

...
My preferences do not matter. I will do what most satisfies you, Master Porky.

[overdosing]

Goodness, what an angry little boy you are! Is this really worth straining your throat over? You get tension headaches this way, you know.

[imjustpicky]

But Mayfield was pretty good, once all the dying and stuff stopped. You'll have more fun somewhere else if... uh, y'know, you....

[...weren't a total butthead? That's what Picky WANTS to say, but knows that it's not the best of ideas to.]

[digi_dad]

I don't know about you, but nothing sounds waaaay less scary than any of these games!

One cross-world jump's enough for me!