Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or else you wouldn't be reading this... =1

A/N: Many times, when they're both in the same scene, I tend to refer to the King as "He" and the toy as "it." Okie-dokie? Here we go~

Day #0: Prologue -“Toys”

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. 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.. *siight* 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~

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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~

He's bad and he knows it.

The funny thing is that he's convinced the world is worse. HE is the only thing that's righteous. And if he was bad, just imagine how filthy the world was! But there were those who thought they had white hearts, and would show up to stop him. But they were so tiny, and he wanted to make them all squirm.

When they gathered around in good numbers, he would flee. Not because he couldn't take them down, but because it was too much of a nuisance. And he longed to prove them wrong, until he finally met his time...
The time when it was finally going to be them who felt vulnerable, and he'd be able to walk around them like he was invisible.

He hadn't always felt that way, although, he can no longer remember how long it's been.

There was a time when things were different, at the most distance of memory he ever held. Something about a stupid house and a lamer TV. Some place that smelled of grease, grass and eagles. And some occurrence of the skies out of the ordinary.

It was some kind of self-claimed cosmic destroyer that came to him, a few days after he had fled his home. It spoke to him in a weird voice and looked down to him with vile, spiteful red eyes. Its screeching sound made him kneel to the ground, and began tearing his mind apart; made him eliminate any sort of precious memory he could hold; made him think of nothing more but some stupid pig's butt that was getting in the way of some promised throne..!

He sort of became a paw after that. And he accepted it as such for the time being. But he knew it would one day be the opposite. Because he would do whatever it'll take to get there.

There was no fear. For he was righteous!

Thousands of years have gone by since that event, and he's still trying to ignore the sadness.. Indefinitely, it always catches up to him only briefly from time to time.

He gets memories of some kid who thought he possessed a pure heart..

At some unknown point in his own life, something happened between him and that brat. He'd see it in his head that the kid would offer his hand and make promises he won't feel lonely. Makes suggestions that whatever is wrong, will go away..

But no matter how many times this vision has repeated to him in his head, the result is always the same: he doesn't trust the kid, and feels he deserves better. The first times, he wasn't sure what was better, but pride told him he couldn't go down! Not that kid's way, anyway.

And so it's a bitter farewell. He turns around and walks away sourly. He doesn't want to look back at the kid's face, but would love to tear his heart out.
Instead, he doesn't touch him.

He locks this memory in the hardest steel and 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.

It's a long gone event, and he's waited enough for his time 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, WHO was the righteous one?

................. MEETING~

He was a dark, ravaging evil gust. He was flying above a fake utopia, and then he spots a tiny little red light lying on the black earth. Loving the sight of its vulnerability, the black gust though he'd 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.

But he won't allow history to repeat itself. He'll take this speck of light and kill any hope. He wants to go inside it, invade it, 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 long last; or maybe it's just some type of twisted revenge..??

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. Anyway, not all the drabbles 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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