Travis softly hums as he was jumping from different areas, His grandpa Lucas usually let him explore the different areas, as long as he wasn't in trouble as he stared in surprise, noticing a old capsule, covered in vines and flowers as he silently walked over "..." he walked slowly "hello?" he asks tapping the window.
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It was the same thing day in and day out.
Sunlight. Darkness. Cold. Hot.
Empty. Nothing. No one.
Boredom.
He was safe and he was comfortable, but by God, he was bored. But he hadn’t thought of that when this all happened. He certainly would never be able to go back on his choices, and even if he could, to do so would be to admit defeat. Porky Minch would never lose, could never lose. No matter what, he had to be right and was.
Porky lost track of the days a long, long time ago. He wondered how long it had been since that day. Just a year? Ten? Two hundred? A million? Who knew. He slipped in and out of waking all the time and there was no telling the time that had passed since. He wished he could have counted it somehow, like scratching it on the walls like some mistreated prisoner, but his machine was permanently out of power and he couldn’t move a muscle.
Then again, Porky knew he’d run out of places to scratch the counts into after a point, and then it’d have all been for nothing. What a waste of time and a waste of good machinery. Besides… the capsule probably couldn’t be damaged inside just as much as it could not be damaged on its outside. He was trapped, utterly trapped, voluntarily and then not in this prison.
Vines grew over the window. Plants overtook this relic of a time now far gone and reclaimed it for the earth. Maybe that was his punishment. To become one with the planet and to be forgotten until the end of time itself.
Those children must have been so happy to see him trapped in there. Everyone who knew. Relieved. Free from the tyrant they’d made of him. Porky was a tyrant but at least he was honest with himself. Each person left crawling on that earth was a liar, both to themselves and to the world surrounding them.
There was nothing left but life now. Life like it had always been. The vines proved that the world was not ended despite all his hopes that it would. The dragon had promised destruction and instead, she spared it. Spared it. Like the merciful god she was to a group of wretches that did not deserve the gesture nor appreciate it. Sickening.
“Mercy”. Mercy never got anyone anywhere worthwhile. It was merciful of Porky to try and let humanity free from its chains of mortality. A world without humanity was better than any future with them in it. At the very least, he was safe from them now.
Porky cracked his eyes open at the sound of something tapping at the capsule. Lots of animals and things brushed up against it, but the sound irritated him every time, no matter how small it was. If only the capsule had been more sound proof. Dr. Andonuts had not thought of that, unfortunately, and neither had Porky. The capsule did muffle a lot of sound, as if to protect him from the very concept of the outside world.
Yet not enough. Never enough.
The voice came through the capsule as if far, far away from here. It was a simple “hello”, as if unsure that the capsule could contain anything inside. What little this thing knew. What little it realized about what it had stumbled upon. Porky squinted through the window, caked with dirt and dying plants. The face on the outside was almost indistinguishable from all of the filth that found its home on the window.
Porky cleared his throat, dry and now unused to speaking. “Look at you. You’ve found me. I would come out and say hello, but I’m a bit… preoccupied, as you might say? Maybe you should come back in another few millennium.”
