I like things that are bad for me

His heart was pounding. There was really nothing else he was doing than sitting very still, very bored, and very distracted in this cold room. It was the middle of the night and yet he couldn't will himself to sleep. Neither could he will himself to get up and do something, as he was much too tired and lazy for that. Well, he also had nothing to do. Not much is expected of you in the middle of the night. Which is a disappointment, really...

It ended up that whenever he was very bored, very distracted, and very alone, his mind wandered. The future... the things soon to happen to him... these scenarios that could happen any time from in an hour to twenty years. These random scenarios really should not mean much, but it happens that they probably do. And he ended up entertaining these scenarios in his head completely randomly, distractedly and out of boredom. He chose to think about this one in particular because it was the only thing he wanted to do.

His heart was pounding.

Soon enough, his head would slam against the pavement. Ness would hold him down and press his shoe into the side of Porky's head. Maybe he'd grit his teeth and spit out some sort of pained retort towards Ness, but he knew a simple insult like that would be doomed not to work. Ness wouldn't be fazed by anything... Whether it was hard or soft, erratic or judgemental, whatever it was or was not that Ness did, sweet purple and reds stained and spilled down his already similarly-dyed, similarly-bruised skin.

The pain. The pain was the best part of it! For once, he might finally get to feel something real! Something that matters. In just a short time, he'll finally feel the sting of Ness's bat against his skin. Bashing and bashing again and again until he was laying on the pavement... and he already thought about that part, but he just had to remember it.... he'd wait patiently, taking every trembling hit until Ness got tired. Perhaps Ness even threw some of his psychic power into such a beat-down... hey. SMAAASH!

Ness could never last forever, so no matter how gutsy he is, he'd eventually have to take a second to breathe. And when that happens, Porky would shakily and weakly get off the ground. He'd stumble, but using his own soaked hands, he would take his own needle-like knife -- the one Giygas gave him -- and let the blade feel the sweet embrace of Ness's warm flesh.

Straight through his ribs and then into his flailing heart. He'd make sure to press it as deeper and deeper until only the tip of the handle could be barely seen and grabbed. And then he'd rip it out!

His own bruises would still sting... his cuts would scar, and he'd limp for a week... but every bit of it would be deserved. After all, it was only the punishment he needed... what?! He was talking about what he would do to Ness!

By the time he finished going through this simple thought, tears were somehow already dripping down his face. Huh? Why was he crying at his own thoughts? Was he getting it right?! His chest hurt a little and he let out a quiet wail. He figured he'd think about it a little more.

If Ness tried to destroy him physically, that would never work. Porky had some good defenses and he could always just run away faster than Ness could chase after him. But, if Ness hit him with a well-timed...

"PK ROCKIN!"

He'd trip and fall backwards. By intention, Ness would almost reflexively push his head onto the wall. With Porky pinned, he'd do it again. It was a little hard to think about what Ness's psychic attacks would feel like.

Well, it also was that... Ness only learned to control them a week ago. Before then, he'd sometimes just...

It was so hard to breathe. His heart felt tight and constricted and his body went stiff. And yet, it was still not cold. It burned him so deeply with the intensity of a million stars... and like a million stars, there was a sort of purity... and like a million stars, there was a sort of tug. And like a million stars, Ness's own light shone so brightly. It was some sort of great passion that Ness used it with... maybe it was love.

And then he'd land another hit by accident. Turns out poor Porky is just a regular kid, and has the durability of one.

Fine, maybe that one didn't have a satisfying ending.

Just a couple more tears dripped down his face. I mean, he was just imagining some hypotheticals for the sake of it, no need to...

He curled into a little ball.

"I HATE YOU!"

He'd be hearing that from Ness soon. He wanted to say it first. Then they'd get into some sort of fight, Porky empty-handed... some sort of rush he got from it.

Porky threw himself out of his bed and wiped away his tears. He dug his teeth into his tongue for a second to stop his crying. What if someone saw him like this?!

He had little recollection of how he got here. He knew that he would remember it soon, but... aagh... it was so painful. His whole body hurt all over and he could barely move or see now. Right... he was trying to make it to Fourside, and it seems something attacked him. He laid in the grass.

His blood slowly pooled beneath him. He felt his chest hurting and didn't even dare to look at what had been done to it. Maybe it was horrible, and maybe it wasn't.

He was really gonna die now, huh?

His vision was out of focus. But, in the very corner of his eyes, he saw something blue, yellow, and red...

Ness.

He was really gonna die now, huh?

At least he could taste a sweet beat-down before he kicks the bucket for good. He can cross that off the list. He braced himself for any sort of attack. But... after waiting for what felt like eons...

He felt something drip onto his skin... what was it? Tears? Were those Ness's?

He heard the faint, trembling whisper of "ps-psi life-up..."

He felt just a little better. He felt something in his heart as arms wrapped around him, Ness again saying the same phrase. It seems the bleeding stopped. His injuries were merciful and the pain subsided just a small bit. Again, he felt just a little... bit... of...

He passed out.

Woke up with a sticky note on his chest.

never mention this