Yes, you just read the title and the 'blurb' correctly. It had always been a fond ambition of mine, but in September, I came up with the idea for a Space Channel 5/Mother crossover, entitled PK Dance!

Mother and Space Channel 5 are two of my greatest video game loves. Both greatly underrated and REALLY unique from other series, I always just felt they went well together...and there's a distinct lack of support of SC5/Mother togetherness. So I've decided to write up a full-on crossover fic for both series! That's right! It's not a one-shot!

I've written for both SC5 and Mother before, but to do something on this scale for both of them is amazing. This fic takes place 3 months after both Space Channel 5 Part 2 and Mother 3.

Well, I won't delay you any longer! Please enjoy PK Dance to the fullest and I welcome criticism! As long as it's constructive, of course.

PLEASE ALSO NOTE THIS HAS MOTHER 3 ENDING SPOILERS SO DON'T READ IT IF YOU'VE YET TO COMPLETE MOTHER 3.

DISCLAIMER: All Space Channel 5 rights belong to SEGA. All Mother rights belong to Nintendo. I own neither series.

~Chapter 1: Madmen Unite~

When he had first entered this capsule, this glorious chamber that only he, King Porky, could reside in, he had revelled in the harmony of it. "The Absolutely Safe Capsule".

Porky didn't feel so smug now.

He had remained defiant that his robot...his "slave robot" would defeat that despicable child, Lucas. It was his monster! His Ultimate Chimera! And yet...he had been defeated. Worse still, in the last few moments of his service to him, the great master Porky, he was revealed to be the brat's long lost twin! And he even had a name!

"Claus..." Porky whispered. Then, he slammed a fist into the side of the capsule, overcome by rage by that name. The very idea that his toy had died...no longer his slave drove Porky mad. He was meant to be safe along with the dragon, while the entire world had been destroyed!

Fassad had told him that he would remain with the dragon while the world sank into darkness and evil; into total ruin. Only he, the great King Porky, could have survived! Everyone else would die! It had caused Porky to let out a chilling, evil laugh, highly amused by the opportunity to kill everyone on the planet.

To be the only survivor...the only person left...that would teach Ness and his putrid classmates to respect him!

Suddenly, Porky had shook himself back to sense.

"I don't care for that pig-butt's respect or anyone else's! He's dead! They're all dead! All I care about is the end of the world!" He spat angrily.

Then, he coughed. Once. Twice. Three times, and he broke, into a fit of hacking and wheezing, and then laughter, a sadistic, twisted, almost childish burst of joy.

So Porky had spent his time in the capsule searching aimlessly for the legendary dragon. Many days, or perhaps months (the track of time was something Porky never really cared about) were spent by Porky peering out the small window for the dragon, hoping for the creature to reveal itself to him...

But where was he? He was told he would be surrounded by complete darkness, but it seemed almost as if...he was in the underground caves of New Pork City still. Of course, Fassad's needle was nowhere in his view point, so Porky never saw his slave pull the final needle...but he must have done! It was ridiculous to think otherwise!

And then, shortly after he had isolated himself away from the rest of the world, Porky felt the sudden earthquake. He was instantly delighted, like a child who had just been given a new toy for good behaviour. Hands clenched tightly into fists, and a wicked smile on his face as the end came for all but him, he could barely contain his joy. He did not even shield his eyes from the bright, white light that overcame him. The end of the world...he had to witness it!

But the end of the world never came. He had idly sat here, trapped, alone while that child was up above, rebuilding the world from Porky's reign! How dare he? Where did he get any sort of right to change what was Porky's? It was his toy box, filled with many fun devices that he could mess around with...and that brat had changed everything.

Poor King P, trapped in that terrible capsule for all of eternity! Well, it serves him right for all the havoc he wrecked upon our islands! How Porky's face lit up with maliciousness at that point. It would be him, Porky Minch, who would have the last laugh.

Immediately, Porky turned to face a series of buttons on the side of the capsule. Grey buttons, like the entire inside of this capsule. Grey, like his body had become. He liked that colour. Porky pressed his fat finger against the buttons. He was barely paying attention to what he entered.

That Dr Andonuts...what an idiot. Did he really not suspect anything, when Porky had supplied him with the parts to build the "Absolutely Safe Capsule"? Porky never thought he would actually have to do this...but it paid off to be careful.

But still, he was angry. Beaten by Ness, his childhood "friend" who he oh-so despised. And now that Lucas child. Well, he would not be humiliated a third time. He wouldn't allow anyone to defeat him again, especially any pig-butts or brats! Slamming his fist against a slightly larger grey button, the entire capsule begun to light up. Porky smiled gleefully, his hands entwined together much like an evil mastermind. Because he was one.

It was with a flash of light Porky had expected the world to end. And wherever he was heading, this flash of light very much depicted just that.

When you are a chief CEO of a space station which ran television programs, you are normally concerned with the well-being of the station, your reputation...and ratings.

The last part had been the only point Chief Blank...or rather, Mr Blank had been concerned with. It had been only a matter of months ago that he had attempted to gain supreme controls of the ratings, with the brainwashing of the Morolians as the perfect chance to put some life back into Channel 5. Well, that was Fuse's idea, really. Blank had only agreed with it because he thought that rookie reporter would do a good job, but never be able to trace the invasion back to him.

How very wrong he had been. Confronted, exposed and humiliated on television, he could not even begin to describe his hatred for Space Channel 5. They were a bunch of fools who were lost without him! Even as Blank had remained stranded on a lone asteroid, floating throughout space next to a broken giant monitor, he was confident that Space Channel 5 would soon meet their demise...

"They will never get by without me! The ratings are EVERY-thing! No television station can exist denying that..." He smirked.

Again, he was wrong. Viewers couldn't seem to get enough of Ulala's Swingin' Report Show...he remembered watching one segment of it, and as soon as that lilac-haired brat had called out the title, Blank exploded.

"I helped you, Ulala! Without me, you would never have gotten a chance! You owe your role as a space reporter to ME, and I will see to it that your debt is paid in full!"

And yet, Blank had yet to do that. He was sitting in his usual chair in a somewhat large room, but there was nothing except for a desk. No windows, no decorations, not even much light. It had been that upstart, irksome peon who forced him to reside here, and he would make her regret it.

Blank sighed somewhat irritably and spun around. But how? He might have made a new ally recently, and they had a plan lined up, but there was no denying Ulala had improved the last time he had seen her. Putting his hands together, he pondered one thing; how to teach that brat a lesson.

So of course, when a bright, white light suddenly flashed behind him, Blank was startled. Pushing himself away from the desk, he was even more surprised when a large, round object seemed to form itself into the room. It landed with a thud, and stopped glowing. He could now see it was a grey sort of ball, and had a window...with a face inside?!

Blank was nearly ready to press the alarm button; robots would fly in and take care of this. But he was unsure. It was a giant ball, after all. Not necessarily an intruder.

He hesitated before asking; "Who are you?" His tone was firm.

The face lit up gleefully.

"Ahahahaha...why, what a...lovely home you have." The face smirked. Blank blinked; he could now tell it was little more...then a boy?!

"How did you get in here?!" He demanded, slamming a fist on his desk, determined not to be intimidated.

"...I travelled, of course. Through time."

It was this comment that ceased Blank's finger tapping the alarm button under his desk.

"...Time travel? Don't make me laugh! It's forbidden, fool! And trace-able, too!" Panic shot through Blank; space police would surely have picked up his location...if they were on their way.

The boy laughed. Blank could now see he was very..old looking. Almost ancient. And yet, he seemed so filled with energy..."

"My time travelling isn't." The boy shrugged, as if that settled the problem.

Blank eyed him nervously, drumming his fingers on the desk. "Well, what time do you come from?"

"...I don't know." Was the blunt answer.

"What exactly do you mean, brat?" Blank questioned, beginning to lose patience with this kid.

The boy suddenly chortled jubilantly. "Yeah. Brat. Peh, thanks to time travel, I've aged a lot more then I should have. I'm surely older then you, pops! Ahahahahahaha!"

Blank smirked, despite the mocking laughter coming from inside the capsule. In a way, this kid had gotten what he deserved, screwing about with time. "Well, that is perhaps the most important reason as to why time travel is banned here. You did a lot, I take it?"

"Yes. And I'd do it all again, only right this time..." The boy mumbled.

Blank nodded, and turned away from the giant ball. "Yes. If I had the option to time travel, I would certainly fix my...mistakes." It wasn't so much a mistake as it had been luck with that upstart peon beating him. Then, something suddenly clicked into his head. Could he use this boy's time travelling device to go back to the Morolian invasion...?

"Impossible, pops. Get inside this capsule and you'll be trapped forever." The boy interrupted. Blank cursed. If he wasn't able to...that option clearly wasn't available for him.

He was still suspicious about this boy, so he turned around. "Tell me. You said you would do it all again, only right this time. What exactly do you mean by that?"

The boy smirked. "Some things are better off not knowing." He suddenly paused, giving a cough and then a short wheeze before continuing. "My name is King P...or rather, it was."

"Dismissed and thrown aside like yesterday's news? Do not remind me." The man with the pink-tinted glasses scowled and turned away from the old man in his chair for a few seconds.

"You were important at a time as well?" The boy laughed, as if he found the very idea absurd. Blank's finger was itching to press the alarm button...but he was on to something here.

"You mentioned being trapped in that capsule. Was that your punishment?"

"It was actually my choice...but I went in thinking my plan would succeed anyway. Unfortunately...they did not."

Blank nodded. He couldn't necessarily mock the boy for that when it had been his word that decided to give Ulala a chance. If he had only picked someone else...things would be different. Space Channel 5 would be praising his very name right now!

"I was so close." And the boy sounded distant now, and Blank could tell because there seemed to be no sound barrier with the capsule he was in. "Then that despicable child came along and ruined everything! Along with his friends!"

Blank raised an eyebrow.

"Others got in your way? I share that sentiment also. That upstart, irksome peon...with her little justice-cat and that annoying teen idol."

"Then it seems...that we were both prevented..." But then, he broke into a fit of coughing, his hacking and wheezing echoing all around the dark room. The man with the pink-tinted glasses give a slight look of disgust.

"...By enemies who we despise." He finished. The coughing from the other man subsided. He gazed across at Blank, as if he was pondering something.

"You...interest me. Who are you?"

"I am Blank. Chief...that is to say, Ex-Chief of Space Channel 5. Those fools drafted me out like garbage, because the ratings did not matter to them! They cared only for their pathetic truth!" He gripped his fist tightly, anger struggling to contain itself within him. Without ratings, Space Channel 5 would be defunct! Off the air!

"...Space Channel 5." The boy murmured, raising a hand slowly, and then rubbing his chin. He smiled. "So I came very far into the future, then?"

"Two-four-ninety-nine." Blank answered. 2499.

The boy smirked. "Not exactly the most interesting name, is it? Space Channel 5..." He scoffed, as if he found the very idea of a television channel having "space" in front of it a very primitive and quite simply boring way to name it.

Blank narrowed his eyes, but with the advantages of glasses, the boy could not tell. "Speaking of names, you called yourself King P..." He titled his chair back and crossed his legs, smirking. "But that is not your real name, is it?"

The boy's expression remained blank, as if he was un-sure of what to tell Blank. "Porky. Porky..."

"Well?" Blank demanded.

"...Just Porky." He finished in a dull tone.

Blank surveyed Porky's face for a few moments, before clapping his hands together. "So, you were king of the world, and you were defeated." He leaned forward. "What I can't understand...is why you would come here."

Porky smiled. "To play with this world."

Blank wasn't even sure if he had heard the boy right. "Play? Was it all a sort of game to you?"

"A game...a joyful activity...a fun exercise..." Blank secretly though in his head that this kid clearly hadn't done any exercise for a very long time.

"...But a spur of moment? Never." He laughed, and it was a malicious, almost childish tone that shivered down Blank's spine.

Blank entwined his fingers yet again and considered. Although he wasn't entirely sure of the kid's intentions and what he had done in his own time...he got the impression that getting rid of Porky wasn't the smartest idea. Something in his mind told him to throw the kid away...but he would grasp any opportunity he had to defeat Space Channel 5.

Blank stood up from his chair, and walked around his desk, until he was facing the capsule Porky was in by only a few inches. "Porky."

"Yes?"

"...There is much I need to learn about you, and vice-versa. However..." Blank grinned psychotically. "I think you would be a valuable ally."

Porky's eyes seemed to glitter with interest. "An ally?"

"To help teach those fools out there to be led by the strong...and to respect us!" Blank spoke, gripping his fists tightly. He could see it now; the whole galaxy, including Channel 5, would bow to him!

The boy grinned. "That is what I managed to accomplish...but it was all destroyed by that child. I won't allow that again." He spoke in a dangerous tone, and this seemed only to make Blank more certain of his choice.

"Come this way, Porky..." He turned to walk out of the room, but Porky sniggered at the bald madman.

"I can't leave this capsule. And I can't move it, either." He gloated, knowing full well exactly what Blank would have to do to get him moving.

But he was disappointed, as Blank did not do it himself, but pressed a button on a sort of watch on his wrist. Instantly, from above, four small, tiny black robots fell, and suddenly picked up the capsule. Porky, in shock, nearly fell over onto his back, but just managed to hold a balance.

"W-what are these...robots?!" He exclaimed, staring at them. They had red eyes, along a lightning shaped antenna sticking out of their head, and the same bolt of lightning was on their chest...but red and upside down instead.

Blank's mouth twitched in amusement. "I...or rather, my friend named them 'Rhythm Robots'."

"Rhythm Robots?" What kind of person gave them that name?!" Porky continued to look down at them.

"I would have made 'em cooler! And more interesting! They look so dull!"

The Rhythm robots responded to this by suddenly dropping the capsule, and beginning to walk off.

"H-hey! Get them back here to carry me!" Porky yelled with rage, but there was the slightest embarrassment to his tone. Blank laughed, highly amused by the antics.

"Robots. Carry him." He ordered. Porky scowled as the robots picked his capsule up again, but again, they did not move.

"W-what's the hold up?!" Porky spoke angrily.

"I believe they would appreciate an apology." Blank answered.

"Are you serious?!" Porky hissed. Blank crossed his arms and leaned back on the wall, letting Porky decide for himself. The former Pigmask leader clenched his fists (and his teeth), before turning his head away so that neither Blank nor the robots could see him. A brief whisper came from inside the capsule.

"Sorry? I'm afraid we didn't catch that last par-"

"I SAID SORRY!!" Porky screamed. Despite that he was an old man, and a very old one at that too, the childishness could still be detectable through his voice. Blank had picked up on it by now. He was still a mere brat at heart.

The Rhythm Robots seemed satisfied, and begin carrying Porky's prison out of the circular door, which opened by itself. Blank walked out afterwards. They were walking down a dark, purple corridor, with little light to guide them, but Porky could tell they were going along a metal surface by the clanking noises of the robot's feets.

After walking through another door, Porky could see that they had arrived in a sort of workshop...in front of them was a metal table in front of them, and there was a dark toolbox on a funky sort-of desk behind said-table. Various other things laid around the room, like a raygun and several robot pieces, both black and silver.

As the robots set Porky down, they suddenly hopped onto the metal table, and lights lit up all around them, while an odd, simple, yet bouncy tune began to play. Then, the middle of the table went down through the floor. Porky could hear Blank sigh behind him.

"Always having to make a flashy entrance..."

As the middle of the table began rising back up, Porky was astounded to see one of the strangest, down right weirdest looking people appear, striking a pose. The robots had crossed their arms, and were moving their bodies ever-so-slightly back and forth. He was wearing a black cloak, with a large black and white P on the front. He wore purple gloves and had a strange, white hair-do, where the top of it was lightning shaped. His eyes were hidden behind purple goggles, and Porky's jaw fell open.

"He...didn't make these...robots...?"

"It's all he is useful for." Came Blank's exasperated reply.

"I amaze myself!" The man (Porky seriously wondered if those damn Magypsies hadn't another member among them, but even he wasn't as ludicrous at them.)

"They call me Purge~" He sang, pointing downwards.

"Yes yes, a pleasure to meet you." Blank groaned.

"I'll make the galaxy dance for me!" He continued, swinging his arm right.

"We'll get round to that, I'm sure." Purge suddenly pointed up, his face aimed at the ceiling with both hands stuck out.

"C'mon, enjoy yourselves-"

"Purge! Enough!" Blank shouted.

Purge looked playfully hurt at this point.

"Geez, do ya have to be so uptight all the time, Blank?" He laughed, coming out of his childish act and hopping off the metal table. He suddenly drummed the capsule with his fist. "Who's this brat?"

"I am King P, you freak!" Porky hissed through the capsule. Purge gave a girlish, high pitched laugh as he turned to Blank.

"So, what's this brat doing here?"

"He is our new ally."

Purge gave a 'tsk', turning to face Porky through the small window in the capsule. "And he's going to help us defeat Ulala...how?"

"Not just defeat Ulala...make the whole galaxy submit to our rule!" Blank said in a dominant tone, clenching his fist.

Purge's eyebrows raised above his goggles. "Yeah. Right. Some kid in a capsule? Blank, you're really desperate, aren't you?" Purge smirked, crossing his arms.

"You do not understand." Blank replied, and he was the one smirking now, leaving Purge confused. "This child...or Porky, rather-"

He did not get to finish, as Purge had burst out in a fit of laughter. "PORKY?!" He giggled, now having to clutch the table for support. A tear actually trickled down from his eye, and one of the robots pulled a tissue out of Purge's pocket, wiping it away, but being careful avoid the psycho's flailing hand, which was pounding on the table. "Oh...man...what kind of parents did you have?" Purge asked weakly, still highly amused.

"What kind of parent calls their child Purge?!" Porky questioned furiously. Purge then shrugged.

"It's a somewhat common name here."

"Enough! Porky has...a certain quality that makes him useful to us." Blank said carefully, as if being cautious.

Purge stared at Blank, then shrugged. "Well, don't leave me in suspense, chief."

"He, like myself, have been stripped of golden opportunities. Great, ingenuous plans that have been ruined because of people meddling where they don't belong! So we shall teach Ulala, and the rest of Channel 5, Channel 42, Channel 88 and the whole of the galaxy just what happens when you meddle with your superiors!" Porky smirked throughout Blank's 'dramatic' speech. If only he knew half of what Porky had done...

"Plus...he can time travel." Blank added.

Purge blinked, which was hard to tell because of his goggles. He turned to face Blank, then Porky, then his robots, who shrugged.

"Are you kidding?! Time travel's illegal! And traceab-"

"Yes yes, I know of the details, but that is exactly how he got here. The space 'rescue' police would have been here by now otherwise."

Purge nodded, staring at Porky as if he had never seen him before. Then, he tilted his head back, laughing.

"So, those idiot police can't do anything right!" He ceased laughing, and turned to Blank. "Shall we for the time being go forward with our initial plan?"

"Yes, yes! It'll be a good...lesson for Porky to learn what our time is like." Blank smiled in a mischievous, distrusting way.

Porky suddenly broke into another coughing fit, banging his chest lightly to free his airway. Purge looked revolted as the sound wasn't the most pleasant one he'd ever heard.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." Porky grinned with delight. "I wonder if you might do one thing for me first?"

Blank crossed his arms. "And that is?"

"Well, I could give you the means...but there's a certain person I want from the past to come and...enjoy this lovely future with me."

Porky suddenly coughed again, but almost immediately afterwards went into an insane burst of laughter. Blank and Purge seemed bewildered.

"Lucas, you messed with my plans once...now I'll show you what happens to those who mess with Master Porky's toy box!"

Thanks for reading! Yes, it's the usual "bad guys meet up to get revenge on their good guys". Overused as that may be, basic isn't necessarily a bad thing, right? AND I HAVEN'T SEEN IT USED A LOT ON HERE SO THERE.

I can still see improvements, so consider this a "first draft". Anything suggested will be taken with gratitude! As well as reviews! I also still have like, only the first 5 chapters planned, with an middle and a bit of an ending, so if you'd like to see something, I can honestly say I'll consider it! Well, except for OCs. There are only going to be 2 OCs in this story, and they both relate to existing characters. But ideas for the plot would be great!

Anyway, again, thank you so much for reading and I hoped you enjoyed this! In the next chapter, we'll be heading to Tazmily Village from Mother 3! I'll try and update when I can, as I have exams and thus I have to study a lot. T_T

This is Blue Toad, writing, over and out!