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Title: Elegy of a Friendship
Prompt: Friendship
Characters/Pairings: To tell you would be a spoiler.
Word Count: 1329
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Mother 3.
Notes: And thus the spamming begins. I can’t help myself, honestly-- ever since I finished Mother 3, it’s been all that my headvoices will talk about (especially regarding a certain character who’s burrowed into my head and won’t shut up). So... yeah. I decided to give myself a weird challenge, trying to write a fic with only dialogue and I came up with, uh... this. I still don't know quite what to make of it. Call it character analysis, if you will. (A few ideas were inspired by soulrockcandy ’s fic, so I hope you don’t mind.)
This used to be the place we ran to, that no one in the world could dare destroy...
“Hey! Hey, you!”
“Huh...?”
“Hi! I’m Ness!”
“Uh...”
“I just moved here a few days ago. You live next door, right?”
“Y-yeah...”
“Well, what’s your name?”
“Po... Pokey.”
“Nice to meet you, Pokey. You wanna play? I was just gonna throw the ball around a little bit, but you could use my bat if you want.”
“Huh-- oh. Uh... I’m...”
“What’s wrong?”
“’M not... really good at baseball...”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay! Why don’t we just walk around town for a bit? I found this great place for a tree house the other day. C’mon, I’ll show you!”
“O-okay... um, Ness?”
“Yeah?”
“...Nothing.”
“Hey! Ness?”
“He~ey, Pokey! Up here!”
“Wh...”
“I hope you don’t mind that I invited some friends! Now we’ve got a real club! Isn’t that awesome?”
“But... But I thought...”
“Aw, Ness-- why do we have to hang out with him?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, he’s so fat he’s liable to bring the whole tree house down!”
“Hahah! Yeah! How’s he supposed to get up here with those chunky legs, anyway?”
“Maybe he could bounce his way up! I mean, he looks pretty much like a beach ball from here!”
“Or maybe he’s inflatable! Maybe he can just float up! Like a balloon!”
“Yeah, or a blimp!”
“Hahaha!”
”Guys, knock it off! What’s the matter with you? Sorry, Pokey. They’re just messing around. I’m sure they don’t mean anything by it... Pokey?”
“...”
“Pokey? You okay? Wait… why’re you shaking?”
“I DIDN’T WANNA BE IN YOUR STUPID CLUB ANYWAY, JERKHEADS!!”
“Pokey?! Pokey, wait!”
“Hey, Mom? I’m gonna go hang out with Ness for a while, okay?”
“Ugh, you’re still associating yourself with that boy?”
“...what do you mean?”
“Don’t you have any idea what his family has put us through?”
“N-no...”
“Do you remember all those times when Ness’s father came by? The man actually had the audacity to ask us for money!”
“I... don’t know what that word m--”
“It means that he was rude, Pokey. He was rude, and because of him we’re now in debt! Do you understand what that means? It means we’re poor!”
“That... that’s Ness’s family’s fault?”
“Of course it is! Your father gave him that money out of the kindness of his heart, and look how he was repaid! We might never see it again! He might have used it to fuel his drug habit for all we know! The whole family is filled with corrupt, disgusting layabouts!”
“But... but Ness isn’t like that! He’s... he’s nice...”
“He’s nothing but a low-life, Pokey. He’s completely beneath you, and you can do so much better. Don’t forget that.”
“Hey... what’s that supposed to mean?”
“What, like it’s not obvious? That hat is so tacky! Don’t you ever take it off?”
“Well... sure, when I’m sleeping, but I don’t see why--”
“Eugh! It’s probably got head lice or something! It’s gross. And you know I hate baseball! Geez, Ness... I thought you’d think about my feelings for a change.”
“What? But... but the hat can’t bother you that--”
“Do me a favor, Ness? Don’t wear the thing anymore. It’s an eyesore.”
“I still don’t understand what this has to do with--”
“God, you’re annoying. Okay, let me put this in terms you can understand. Either lose the hat, or... or stop hanging out with me.”
“Wh-what?! But-but that doesn’t even make sense! I mean, how could my hat bother you that much?”
“I go by what I said, Ness. The hat or me. Which one’s it gonna be?”
“But... but I don’t want to-- My dad gave me this hat, and--”
“Y’know what? Forget it. You’ve obviously made your choice.”
“Pokey, wait! I don’t--”
“You don’t get it, do you? Listen close, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once. I don’t want to hang out with you anymore. You’re stupid. Your hat is stupid. Your deadbeat dad is stupid. Your whole family’s stupid. Everything about you is stupid!”
“Pokey... Y-you can’t mean that.”
“I meant everything I said. And what I’m saying is ‘get lost’. I don’t ever want to see your loser face around here again. Got it?”
“I... ah... ngh...”
“Oh please, are you gonna cry now? Go do it somewhere else so I don’t have to hear it. Geez, look at you. You make me sick. Take your sniveling little face and get off my porch.”
Slam.
“...mnh...hng...”
“Hey, Ness?”
“Oh. Hi, Paula. What’s up?”
“You’re awfully quiet. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. Little things.”
“Like...?”
“Like... well, how a person could just change all of a sudden.”
“Ah. You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I can’t help it. I mean, we were such good friends for a while. What happened? It couldn’t have been just Giygas. I can’t help but think that... that maybe I did something. Or didn’t do something, I dunno.”
“Ness, listen to me. Sometimes people just are who they are. Sometimes they change for no reason. Pokey just made the choice on his own. It had nothing to do with you. If anything, it just proves how good a person you are, that you were able to see the good in someone like that.”
“Yeah... I guess you’re right. Still... it may sound strange, but some part of me still kinda misses him.”
“I know.”
“Hey, Ness.
I know it seems weird, writing you a letter that I know you’ll never answer. I mean, you’re definitely gone by now and time-travel’s looking like a no-go at this point. Just call it a childish fancy of mine. I guess that much about me hasn’t changed, at least. I doubt you’d even recognize me if you could see me now, but I’m still the same kid you used to know. More or less, anyway. Remember when we built that tree house together? Well... you pretty much built it-- I just sat around and said I was ‘overseeing’ the whole thing. Even now I don’t know whether you were just humoring me or if you really were that gullible. Anyway, I tried building a tree house like the one we built, except bigger and better. It’s actually a city-- my city. I haven’t thought of a name yet. Probably something short and to the point. You never were good at thinking up names for stuff, I remember that much. I mean, who the heck names a tree house “With a little help from my friends”? You always were weird like that.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this. It’s strange-- I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in years. I guess I haven’t, technically. Not since the whole Giygas thing. I’m sure you think I still hate you for that. I did for a while, but I don’t anymore. Not really. I don’t know what happened. I mean, I still think you’re a pathetic loser, but... I don’t know. It’s kinda hard to hate you when I’m still alive and you’re... well, not. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if you were immortal too, but then I realize that you’d probably just annoy me for all eternity, ha ha!
I think this letter thing got completely away from me. Now I don’t even know why I bothered. I should probably burn it after I’m done with it. I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna send me a reply from the afterlife or anything, right?
Sincer
Your neighb
Pokey Minch”
“Hey... Ness?”
“Yeah?”
“I had a lot of fun today.”
“Good! So did I. Maybe we could hang out tomorrow, too. I mean, if our moms say it’s okay.”
“Yeah... Ness?”
“Hm?”
“Are we-- I mean, does this mean we’re friends?”
“Well... sure! I’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yeah...”
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Wait-- Ness? ...thanks.”
“For what?”
“For... for being a friend.”
“No problem, buddy. Anytime.”
Prompt: Friendship
Characters/Pairings: To tell you would be a spoiler.
Word Count: 1329
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Mother 3.
Notes: And thus the spamming begins. I can’t help myself, honestly-- ever since I finished Mother 3, it’s been all that my headvoices will talk about (especially regarding a certain character who’s burrowed into my head and won’t shut up). So... yeah. I decided to give myself a weird challenge, trying to write a fic with only dialogue and I came up with, uh... this. I still don't know quite what to make of it. Call it character analysis, if you will. (A few ideas were inspired by soulrockcandy ’s fic, so I hope you don’t mind.)
This used to be the place we ran to, that no one in the world could dare destroy...
“Hey! Hey, you!”
“Huh...?”
“Hi! I’m Ness!”
“Uh...”
“I just moved here a few days ago. You live next door, right?”
“Y-yeah...”
“Well, what’s your name?”
“Po... Pokey.”
“Nice to meet you, Pokey. You wanna play? I was just gonna throw the ball around a little bit, but you could use my bat if you want.”
“Huh-- oh. Uh... I’m...”
“What’s wrong?”
“’M not... really good at baseball...”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay! Why don’t we just walk around town for a bit? I found this great place for a tree house the other day. C’mon, I’ll show you!”
“O-okay... um, Ness?”
“Yeah?”
“...Nothing.”
“Hey! Ness?”
“He~ey, Pokey! Up here!”
“Wh...”
“I hope you don’t mind that I invited some friends! Now we’ve got a real club! Isn’t that awesome?”
“But... But I thought...”
“Aw, Ness-- why do we have to hang out with him?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, he’s so fat he’s liable to bring the whole tree house down!”
“Hahah! Yeah! How’s he supposed to get up here with those chunky legs, anyway?”
“Maybe he could bounce his way up! I mean, he looks pretty much like a beach ball from here!”
“Or maybe he’s inflatable! Maybe he can just float up! Like a balloon!”
“Yeah, or a blimp!”
“Hahaha!”
”Guys, knock it off! What’s the matter with you? Sorry, Pokey. They’re just messing around. I’m sure they don’t mean anything by it... Pokey?”
“...”
“Pokey? You okay? Wait… why’re you shaking?”
“I DIDN’T WANNA BE IN YOUR STUPID CLUB ANYWAY, JERKHEADS!!”
“Pokey?! Pokey, wait!”
“Hey, Mom? I’m gonna go hang out with Ness for a while, okay?”
“Ugh, you’re still associating yourself with that boy?”
“...what do you mean?”
“Don’t you have any idea what his family has put us through?”
“N-no...”
“Do you remember all those times when Ness’s father came by? The man actually had the audacity to ask us for money!”
“I... don’t know what that word m--”
“It means that he was rude, Pokey. He was rude, and because of him we’re now in debt! Do you understand what that means? It means we’re poor!”
“That... that’s Ness’s family’s fault?”
“Of course it is! Your father gave him that money out of the kindness of his heart, and look how he was repaid! We might never see it again! He might have used it to fuel his drug habit for all we know! The whole family is filled with corrupt, disgusting layabouts!”
“But... but Ness isn’t like that! He’s... he’s nice...”
“He’s nothing but a low-life, Pokey. He’s completely beneath you, and you can do so much better. Don’t forget that.”
“Hey... what’s that supposed to mean?”
“What, like it’s not obvious? That hat is so tacky! Don’t you ever take it off?”
“Well... sure, when I’m sleeping, but I don’t see why--”
“Eugh! It’s probably got head lice or something! It’s gross. And you know I hate baseball! Geez, Ness... I thought you’d think about my feelings for a change.”
“What? But... but the hat can’t bother you that--”
“Do me a favor, Ness? Don’t wear the thing anymore. It’s an eyesore.”
“I still don’t understand what this has to do with--”
“God, you’re annoying. Okay, let me put this in terms you can understand. Either lose the hat, or... or stop hanging out with me.”
“Wh-what?! But-but that doesn’t even make sense! I mean, how could my hat bother you that much?”
“I go by what I said, Ness. The hat or me. Which one’s it gonna be?”
“But... but I don’t want to-- My dad gave me this hat, and--”
“Y’know what? Forget it. You’ve obviously made your choice.”
“Pokey, wait! I don’t--”
“You don’t get it, do you? Listen close, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once. I don’t want to hang out with you anymore. You’re stupid. Your hat is stupid. Your deadbeat dad is stupid. Your whole family’s stupid. Everything about you is stupid!”
“Pokey... Y-you can’t mean that.”
“I meant everything I said. And what I’m saying is ‘get lost’. I don’t ever want to see your loser face around here again. Got it?”
“I... ah... ngh...”
“Oh please, are you gonna cry now? Go do it somewhere else so I don’t have to hear it. Geez, look at you. You make me sick. Take your sniveling little face and get off my porch.”
Slam.
“...mnh...hng...”
“Hey, Ness?”
“Oh. Hi, Paula. What’s up?”
“You’re awfully quiet. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. Little things.”
“Like...?”
“Like... well, how a person could just change all of a sudden.”
“Ah. You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I can’t help it. I mean, we were such good friends for a while. What happened? It couldn’t have been just Giygas. I can’t help but think that... that maybe I did something. Or didn’t do something, I dunno.”
“Ness, listen to me. Sometimes people just are who they are. Sometimes they change for no reason. Pokey just made the choice on his own. It had nothing to do with you. If anything, it just proves how good a person you are, that you were able to see the good in someone like that.”
“Yeah... I guess you’re right. Still... it may sound strange, but some part of me still kinda misses him.”
“I know.”
“Hey, Ness.
I know it seems weird, writing you a letter that I know you’ll never answer. I mean, you’re definitely gone by now and time-travel’s looking like a no-go at this point. Just call it a childish fancy of mine. I guess that much about me hasn’t changed, at least. I doubt you’d even recognize me if you could see me now, but I’m still the same kid you used to know. More or less, anyway. Remember when we built that tree house together? Well... you pretty much built it-- I just sat around and said I was ‘overseeing’ the whole thing. Even now I don’t know whether you were just humoring me or if you really were that gullible. Anyway, I tried building a tree house like the one we built, except bigger and better. It’s actually a city-- my city. I haven’t thought of a name yet. Probably something short and to the point. You never were good at thinking up names for stuff, I remember that much. I mean, who the heck names a tree house “With a little help from my friends”? You always were weird like that.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this. It’s strange-- I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in years. I guess I haven’t, technically. Not since the whole Giygas thing. I’m sure you think I still hate you for that. I did for a while, but I don’t anymore. Not really. I don’t know what happened. I mean, I still think you’re a pathetic loser, but... I don’t know. It’s kinda hard to hate you when I’m still alive and you’re... well, not. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if you were immortal too, but then I realize that you’d probably just annoy me for all eternity, ha ha!
I think this letter thing got completely away from me. Now I don’t even know why I bothered. I should probably burn it after I’m done with it. I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna send me a reply from the afterlife or anything, right?
Sincer
Your neighb
Pokey Minch”
“Hey... Ness?”
“Yeah?”
“I had a lot of fun today.”
“Good! So did I. Maybe we could hang out tomorrow, too. I mean, if our moms say it’s okay.”
“Yeah... Ness?”
“Hm?”
“Are we-- I mean, does this mean we’re friends?”
“Well... sure! I’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yeah...”
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Wait-- Ness? ...thanks.”
“For what?”
“For... for being a friend.”
“No problem, buddy. Anytime.”