Poo quickly opened his eyes. He had been meditating on a hilltop, as the Prince of Dalaam often did, when he was disturbed by a loud screaming. He did not know who the scream belonged to, but it sounded masculine. While Poo was still gathering his thoughts, a woman from the palace went over to the edge closest to the hilltop. “Prince Poo,” she exclaimed, “you must come to the palace quickly! Your master has requested your immediate attention! It is very urgent!” She walked away after delivering the message, leaving the prince sitting on the hill. Poo soon got up from his meditation position and jumped over to the ridge the messenger had stood on. He started running to the palace, not taking in the time to admire the pink clouds as he usually did.

In the palace, things were more or less the same. Servants were carrying various items around, most likely taking them to the king and queen. It wasn't very often people talked about them, seeing as they had grown remarkably old, and Poo was mostly in charge of the affairs of Dalaam. He often wondered why they kept them alive since they weren't doing much, but he thought it best not to ponder it. The gold lined walls continued shimmering as the very close sun shone on them. The markings of past generations lined them, along with various busts of Dalaam symbols. The gray tiled floor and red carpet led to the many different rooms of the palace. Despite being very very old, older than the supposed “first” civilization, it managed to keep it's pristine look throughout the eons. It was a grand place, although Prince Poo had no time to admire it.

The Prince soon came to the throne room, which was almost exactly the same as the rest of the palace, save for the throne. Here, the only people were often Poo's Master, Ramin, and a man who, for lack of a better term, had a “telephone” sticking out of his head. Poo never actually got his name, but it was not important. He walked up to to his master, who was meditating. “Master Ramin,” Poo said. His master turned to him, “Ah, Prince Poo, I am glad you came here on such short notice.”

“You wanted to see me, correct? Something urgent?” Poo inquired.

“Yes,” Ramin replied, “I have sensed a disturbance in the Mu. Something is not right. Something has gone terribly wrong.”

“What troubles you, Master?” Poo asked worriedly.

“Our prophecy,” Ramin replied sullenly, “I fear something has been done to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have sensed that the Chosen Hero has been slain, cast down even before he set out on his quest.”
“What?!”
“The Nitemare Rock, I fear, will not be shattered without him. Only you remain Poo. The other Chosen have been killed, struck down before they even knew their destiny.”
“How can this be?!” Poo yelled out.

“I do not know. I do know, however, that you are next. The entity that would have brought to the world to darkness, Gyiyg, has sent someone. A boy under his own control. Poor soul.”

“I will defeat him, Master.” Poo reassured.

“I can only hope,” Ramin looked at Poo with worried eyes, “Go great Prince of Dalaam. You must prepare for the boy's arrival. You MUST defeat him. Otherwise, the world is doomed.”

Poo ran out of the throne room, and began training for the inevitable battle.

Later that night...

Porky teleported from Giygas' lair, in the middle of the above-cloud land of Dalaam. He looked about, noticing immediately that he was not on the ground. He looked at the pink clouds, or as best as he could from behind his mech's hull. He controlled his mech to walk around as silently as he could, knocking over a few trees. He approached the palace, which was practically hidden in the dark. 'Now where is that Poo guy? Should be around he-' Before Porky could finish his thought, he heard a boy yell an unfamiliar phrase at him, “PK Starstorm!” it was.

As Porky turned to the boy standing on a hill-top in the distance, a large meteor-like object can speeding at him. The mech dodged out of the way, just in time, as the object came crashing down. Porky turned back to the boy, who was now gone, and felt something hit the back of his mech. “You will not win! Give up!” Porky quickly turned and grabbed the boy by his ankle, causing him to be brought to the ground. “You must be Prince Poo,” Porky said, “You're not very prince-like, I must say.” Porky, still holding on to Poo's ankle, swung him onto the ground and into the mountain side a few times before holding him out in front of him. “You know, I kinda wish I didn't have to kill you. You've got a whole dynasty to run. Of course, you're king and queen can take care of everything.” Porky almost swung him into the ground again, but was stopped when a bolt of thunder crashed onto him.

“You are no match!” Poo called out, “You should stop this now before you die!” Porky, after recovering from the lightning bolt, looked at Poo, “I would,” he said, “but I have no choice. I don't want to kill you.”

“Then stop this madness!”
“I can't! I swore to Giygas. I can't betray the Devil.”

“You can break free of this! Gyiyg has no control of you!”

“Gyiyg..? Oh, nevermind.”
“Just stop this, and I'll help you.”

Porky thought about this for a long time, and then finally replied, “No.”

“Then you will die!” Poo called down another Starstorm attack, this time successfully crashing onto Porky, practically blowing him up.

Poo looked at the crashed star sitting on what used to be Porky. He began walking, until he heard mechanical clanking. “I,” Porky said weakly, “will not die. I am going to kill you...” Porky called down a large crack of lighting onto the Prince, who dodged flawlessly. Porky's mech, or what was left of it, started speeding toward Poo, slashing at him. As Porky continued slashing, Poo continued dodging. It wasn't until Porky at last stabbed a pincer into Poo's side. The Prince screamed in pain, as Porky brought him closer. “Goodnight, dear Prince.” Porky brought another pincer to sever Poo's limbs from his body, and threw him down. Porky brought two pincers down, splitting Poo in half, splashing blood, muscle, bone, and organs everywhere. Finally, Porky took the two pieces of Poo and threw them into the sky. “It is over,” Porky said to the microphone, “Ness, Paula, Jeff, and Poo are all dead.” Porky and his battered mech were teleported back to Giygas' lair.

Porky apparated in front of the Devil's Machine. “The Chosen Four are dead,” Giygas said to Porky, “You have served well, Porky Minch. Much better than I had hoped. You will be a fine soldier in my army of darkness.” After a moment, Giygas said again, “But your weapon is destroyed. We can't have that. We will build a new one-no. We will obtain a new one.” Porky looked at the Machine confused, “There is another timeline, one where am I destroyed, and you are master of an army of your own. An army of pigs, no less. Yes, your suit of armor from there will suit you fine. Now,” The Machine began to glow ominously, “We will attack this planet soon. In a few days, the Earth will be ours. And I will be on my way to conquering the Universe. Go rest, young soldier. You will need it.” Giygas teleported Porky back to his quarters, as the Devil's Machine began shutting down. 'Yes,' Porky thought to himself, 'it shall be.'