04 - Really Horrible Things

[imjustpicky]

Backdated to Saturday, November 12th

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane, morning]

[Picky had been going out the door to enjoy a nice morning, but then he had found a severed drone head in a box on the doorstep. This was something so far out of his range of comprehension that he had dropped it, screamed at the top of his lungs, and then bolted back inside.]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

[...and he's still screaming. The horror of it has yet to wear off.]

Key-Fu! KEY-FU!!!

[He was the only real person in here. The only real adult. Surely he could do something.]

[Phone]

[Picky's panic had not quite subsided by the time had made his way to the phone. He was so rattled that he forgot to ask the operator to speak to anyone in particular. He was just blurting.]

Someone put a HEAD in a BOX on our FRONT STEP!!! S-someone k-killed the... they... they put a... a...

That kid asked to play with me! And now he's...!

[He sounds like he's ready to burst into tears.]

Comments

[Phone - Filtered]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh goddammit Picky. Why have you already started getting heads in boxes? And since you're the only person to be calling about this, Pokey's going to assume it isn't just the town fucking around.]

You're at your house, right?

Stay there, runt. I'm coming over.

[imjustpicky]

[Pokey! Pokey's on the phone! He'll... do something, for sure!]

Yeah! I'm inside! It's.. it's still on the step, it's...

[He pauses. He swallows hard.]

...should I do anything?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Okay. Good.

[He'll take it and get rid of it. Simple and practical. Done.]

Just...stay in the house at the moment.

[And, about fifteen, twenty minutes later, Pokey will have removed the box and be knocking on Picky's door.]

[imjustpicky]

I-I'm not going out there! There's a guy who chops off heads out there!

[This time, when Pokey shows up at the house, there's no opening the door and savoring the moment of reunion. Picky is instead grabbing his brother by the hand and pulling him inside, if he's not moving fast enough.]

It was really gross! It was awful and gross and there was blood and, and people on the phone were thinking it was cool! Aaah!

[He had apparently bottled up a few things during those fifteen-twenty minutes.]

[Phone]

[meltdowning.livejournal.com]

The world's not a very pleasant place, sorry to say.

You should consider yourself--and the other brat--lucky that we don't stay dead in this place.

[imjustpicky]

Lucky!? It... that... I-I don't care that we come back, it's still REALLY AWFUL that someone'd... they'd... W-who would DO that?!

[meltdowning.livejournal.com]

Hmpth. Maybe he made someone angry.

[phone]

[666doc.livejournal.com]

Wicked.

[imjustpicky]

....w-what?

[666doc.livejournal.com]

That whole head bit. Oh oh oh! Can I see it?

Phone ☆

[withavividheart.livejournal.com]

A head-.

[ Vivio's never heard of this. She doesn't know this kid either. But she's not going to ignore him. ]

My name is Vivio Takamachi. Want me to come over? I can see about... getting rid of the. The head.

[imjustpicky]

...a head.

[Something about this girl's calm voice and her offer to help are taking the edge off of his panic.]

N-no... it's... I've got someone coming.

...

I just called everyone in town.... [Oh man, that was dumb, wasn't it?]

[withavividheart.livejournal.com]

Okay, good. I'll stay on the phone with you until they get there, okay?

[ A short pause. ] And don't worry, its okay. Calling everyone is okay.

[phone]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Stay Calm, picky.... Where are you? [ Mou, it just had to be Pokey's brother, didn't it? ]

[imjustpicky]

[Wait, wait, who was that? Was that the Hirai Yukari girl that had said she knew Pokey?

There's some quiet, sputtery delay before he answers.]

...I'm home. I'm at home. I'm inside.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

All right, is there an adult nearby you can trust? Try to find them, if so.

phone

[ofoz.livejournal.com]

Don't cry.

[imjustpicky]

I'm... I'm not crying!

[He's not. Seriously! Not anymore! Not after being called on the crying.]

[ofoz.livejournal.com]

Take a deep breath. What you saw was surely a cruel prank. A clever illusion.

Action (After all the other tags)

[monk-of-keyfu.livejournal.com]

[A few times while Picky was screaming and shouting for Key-Fu, there were a few bangs elsewhere in the house, but the malapropping martial artist never came to Picky's aid.]

[Some time after Pokey's visit with Picky and all the other phone calls have been made, however, Key-Fu loudly bursts out of the supply closet. Wearing the plumber's uniform he'd been issued by the town.]

Harken! I have purchased my liberty from the plumber's prison!

[Yeah, he'd somehow locked himself in there.]

[imjustpicky]

[In the end, it seems to have at least been determined that the crazy head-chopper wasn't about to chop off Picky's head anytime soon. Calls had stopped. Big brother had gone home. Picky had started for the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water when suddenly THE CLOSET HAD BEEN HEROED.]

AAAAAHHHH!!!

[So much screaming, today.]

W-what were you doing in there, Key-Fu?!

[monk-of-keyfu.livejournal.com]

[Key-Fu dramatically points forward at his "son."]

The pipes of our humble abode were drowning in wet dreams! I sought to dry their tears!

Phone (sorry this is so late!!)

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

What!?

Alright Finch, this is gonna be hard for ya, but I need ya ta stay calm. I'll be over as fast as I can but until then, ya lock your doors, alright? Stay in the house an' don't let anyone ya don't know come in. I'll...I'll come over now, alright?

(Quite alright!)

[imjustpicky]

A head! IN A BOX!!!

[Some things needed to be repeated at high volume. Picky had managed to get the worst of his panic out of his system by now, though.]

I won't! I'm not letting anyone in, except for... [No, no, not my brother] ..except for you! B-be careful! The guy that did it is still out there, maybe!

Thanks!

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

OK. Stay safe, Finch.

(With that, he puts the phone down, grabs his shotgun and his tool box, and runs over to Finch's house as fast as he can. Which, sadly, is not very fast, because Engie's really bad at running. By the time he gets there, Pocky would've just left. But he's still worried about you, so he'll bang on the door.)

Finch? It's me, Engie. Are ya alright?