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A/N: When they're both in the same scene, I often refer to the King as "He" and the toy as "it."
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Day #0: Prologue -"Toys"
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Humans are a type of creators. But there's the child, and there's the adult.
For the most part, adults have the power, the decision, and the responsibility! They are more aware of the extent their creations can take.
For a CHILD, however, things are bit more limited-in a sense that they are just beginning to learn. They're given something called Toys which were built by adults to keep them entertained.
It is with these "toys" that a child can tap into the role of "creator."
Toys are material things and originally have no soul, nor do they hold a purpose, or meaning, or significance, unless...
A child decides that that toy is somewhat important. The child takes it, gives it a name, and the toy suddenly seems to spring to life because now there's a kid that somewhat cares of its existence. But without that child, the toy would fall into nothingness and the cold floor once again.
It is important then, that for toys to have some sort of "soul," there is a child creator willing to breathe life into it and keep it. As an exchange, the toy is subject to do ONLY what the child wants...
..A toy, then, becomes something important... as long as the child feels like its GOD.
~~~~~Intermission~~~~~
A/N: I know I don't have the most beautiful writing, but if anything, I will try to be as clear as possible. I have a tendency to not speak much and assume people understood me.. *sight* And please note that, in this story, Porky is pictured as a never-aging, corrupt brat. Whether he still has blue skin or white hair is up to you, really.
Thank you for reading~
~~~~End Intermission~~~~
Day #01: "Establishing"
A pure soul is born into a world that has been damaged, and is in the starting process of a very slow restoration. But something doesn't quite feel right.
The child grows not knowing the difference between a Utopia and a Deprived World. To his predecessors, this world should have been clearly defined as a Utopia... only they have purposely forgotten what the other side is like.
Time warp does funny things to the seasons. When the only standing island on Earth feels the presence of coming storm, the earth shakes, and the child's perfect life abruptly comes to a stop-
There's a sudden ravaging gust threatening to destroy everything; and when the child was standing still amongst the nothing, it comes rushing to him, CRUSHING everything. It's the first time he comes upon the words pain and agony, and the gust tears him apart until he no longer knows WHAT he is. But a small beep remains... A red speck of light, flickering slowly... diving into a swirl abyss. He's left with a desire to protect, although he's not sure what it was anymore. He doesn't want to die, because he's done nothing wrong...
...He likes to think he's still innocent... if there exists such a word...
~MEMORIES~
There was a time long gone when things were different for Him. At the most distance of memory he ever held.. a stupid house with a lame TV, some adults he cares not to remember, and some urban place that smelled of sharks, grass and eagles. And perhaps some occurrence of the skies out of the ordinary.
He vaguely remembers some entity claiming to be some sort of Cosmic Destroyer, speaking to him telepathically, and swirling like a black hole drowned in red, screeching inaudible sounds that attempted to tear his mind apart. Perhaps they eliminated any sort of precious memories he previously had, unless he had none. Perhaps they influenced him into thinking differently about a certain red-capped brat that didn't really matter to him.
No, the brat didn't matter. The brat was like one of those many people who self-righteously claim to possess a "pure" heart. The red cap it wore made no difference.
So he cancels out the thought of that brat having perhaps offered a helping hand at some unknown point in his life, making false promises that he won't feel lonely; making suggestions that whatever is wrong, will go away..
Because no matter how many times this vision of a fake memory repeated to him in his head, the result was always the same: he doesn't trust the brat, and feels he deserves better.
It's a bitter farewell: he turns around and walks away sourly. He doesn't look back at the brat's face, but would love to tear his heart out.
Instead, he doesn't touch him.
The hardest of steel keeps this fake memory locked, and he throws it down the ocean of time, never to look back. Except the current remains in view if he looks down. And damn the temptation that's made him look down!
He keeps the key to that locked-up chest, tosses it somewhere where he can't see, but his subconscious makes a note that it's there.. somewhere.
And years that he cares not to count pass by, while he waits for another opportunity to come. A time when he can take advantage of Earth's vulnerability and PROVE to the white heart's smug that he was WRONG; they were ALL wrong, the evil-doers!
In the end, if he was given Power, and he was still alive, it was obvious who was really "Righteous".
~MEETING~
He was the dark, ravaging evil gust, flying leisurely above a fake utopia. He spots a tiny red light lying on the black earth and, loving the sight of its vulnerability, thinks to drop by its side...
It looked like it was in pain, and this made him laugh. It gets nowhere being there, flickering..
He wonders if it's got any potential and smiles at the thought that it was probably his own underlings that brought it to this state.
Because it reminds him of a once bright, powerful light he once saw (though, he wasn't sure what it had been, exactly), he decides to pick it up.
And to allow history not to repeat itself, he'll take this speck of light and kill any hope. He plans to invade its mind, corrupt it, make it his paw, maybe even his double. Then it won't be a bright white light, it would become his side void cannon!
The thought of that is quite joyful. Maybe, because like this, he won't feel lonely..? Maybe it's because he feels like he's sealing a long-term journey; wrapping up some unfinished business at last; or maybe it's just some type of twisted revenge from within a distant subconscious..?
No matter the reason, he's not going to miss another opportunity again. Especially because, above all, it feels like it'll be his last chance. It's his last chance because he'll make sure there won't be another. It will ALL be gone-!
With a sadistic laughter, he flies into the dark sky, leaving the decaying town, and taking the small flickering light with him...
~PROPERTY ~
Corruption begins with the physical; replacing the natural with mechanic-improving it, as he liked to say. And also making it more dangerous and destructive, because the innocent are not supposed to be weapons, right?
He engraves an insignia that shows it it's his property now, because it HAS his desirable modifications and enhancements. In flinches its one normal eye and tries to look away. But he grabs its helpless side of the face to make it look up to him and whispers vilely that the pain will go away. He smiles to it the only way he knows how..
He wonders if the same soul is still inside. He thinks it must be, because it looks like it tries to resist. He plays with its heart strings and giggles at the thought of how wrong it must feel to it, how unnatural.
Its body is put into the green liquid that tells people 'whom they must be nice to,' just to be safe. And after several days, the pink-haired freak warns him about something called PSI.
He knew very well... it will become a grandiose weapon, he's assured.
~COMPLETION~
His little mind was blank and he didn't even know what he was anymore.. Doesn't remember how long he's felt this way. Can't even remember what emotions to feel, nor what are emotions, really.
All he knows is that he was in some sort of dark abyss with nothing to hold. And then he saw light, and felt something pull him down, or was it picking him up?
He has a desire to protect, though he doesn't remember what it was. It might have been what kept him alive for such a long time, but at last he's reopened his eyes to find out!
The one that stands in his head is one to be called King and Master. He's yet to see him, but he knows that's his target.
~DESIRE~
His toy finally arrives to him in completion. It kneels before him and is prepared to obey any orders. The King is eager to crack its lungs open and tear apart its wings of innocence. He wants to see it melt in helplessness and willingly submit, but he wants to corrupt it with its own deeds first.
Oh, dearest laborer, this is just the beginning of days...!
~Fin~
A/ N: Like the title says, this was mostly an "establishing" drabble. A bit of brainstorming and/or foreshadowing of what I have planned. Note that not all chapters will happen consecutively within the timeline.
To some of you, this chapter probably didn't make much sense... Sorry about that! Next chapters won't be written like this.
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