IS: VS Ket Finale

Inner Struggle Vs Ket: Like Father Like Son?

"Hey Geel." The purple tinged towel sprite glided to the youth's face. "H-hey Geel. Can we kill your father now?"
"Wait! You're my dad? Why didn't you tell me this, you..." an insult was struggling to be born in that bush of hair that was his head. "Flaming hobo!" The absorbent beings chattered in agreement.
Ket just gawked at this madness with all the disbelief he could muster. "What. Seriously, what? There are so many things wrong with that statement. One: I am NO ONE'S father. I have never had sex with a woman at all. I'm not really sure if that's accurate or not, but I'm sticking with it. Two: flying towels told you that bloody stupid in the first place. And thirdly... YOU WERE TOLD BY FLYING TOWELS!"
Geel, in the face of a redheaded scavenger threatening his fantasy world, just solemnly retorted; "They're flying dish clothes, not towels. Your argument is invalid."
A white cloth, presumably the leader of the bunch, floated to Geel's side. "Na, the hobo has a point. I mean, he's, like, a year younger than you."
Ket snapped out of his rage to question this. Many eager sprites ran into his mouth in response. His muffled curses were barely audible over the intellectual debate.
"Your dad is obviously more orange than that guy."
"I thought he was blue.... and a monkey."
"Nuh uh! He's a robot!"
"Blue Monkey!"
"I liked Morgan Freeman better!"
"NO HE'S NOT!"
"Who's Morgan Freeman?"
This heated argument over the identity of this father, who Geel had almost forgotten about, seemed to bring him to tears.
"Shut up! Shut up! I can't take this any more! You don't know anything! I barely even know him! Don't remind me of that every time you blather! I wasn't molested! I wasn't beaten! I swear! YOU LOVE ME!"
Just like a siren calls in warning of the coming storm, the sudden silence called of his coming. The colorful sheets of terry cloth panicked at the approaching hand of paternity. A screaming mound of flame was released from Ket's mouth. He was about to make a snaky retort about his experiences when he noticed the incoming monstrosity. "What the hell is that? I... Gah! Just... WHAT?"
Geel, however, just stared at the thing he knew to be his father. Maybe.

The massive beast stood before him. Its dark eyes rested upon him. Teeth bared, Father struck. Geel barely evaded the sharp, primate like canines before he was caught by a sudden mechanical claw. He could feel his flesh tearing away from his muscles. The ground soon held a considerable amount of blood for a simple gash to the leg. The beast lifted his "son" up by his wound towards his many faces.
"Hey there. Recognize me? We were so worried about you!" A hissing cacophony of gears was speaking through a broken, purple mask; it's eye-lights cracked and sparking, it's mouth stuck in a wide grin. Geel cringed, trying to hide his tears. A light screech could be heard.
"What am I suppose to do with an idiot like you wandering around, huh?" The second face ebbed around the captive mad-child, with it's lone, reddened eyeball tracking its progress. "Answer me, EH?" It shoved its maltreated completion into Geel's face. He could barely focus on one feature. It was either the rotting, near corpse teeth, the pale green skin, the limp, greasy, brown hair, or the chasm of a missing eye, complete with bits of dried blood and maggot bits.
"Relax boy, relax." An ancient monkey mask with nubbed blue fur rose itself up from the chaos. "If you think about it, letting yourself die will be a lot more pleasant than forcing yourself to be tortured." It paused, letting its visage to have its effect. "But I can handle it either way."
A scream could be heard from across the vast wasteland. A scream laced with fear, revelation, and utter confusion. Geel was now facing all the men he once thought to be his father. Except for that one bear from when he was 3...
"GRRRARGGGHHGHHH!"
Oh. There's the bear.
"Now this is only going to hurt a bit..." "And by a bit, I mean 'prepare to say goodbye to your internal organs, you retard!'" A tentacle fitted with tiny strings lunged at his precious body, poised to rip out his intestines first, and then follow the path made by the carnage. Then a flame shot across the limb, severing it, and cleaning the now oozing grey wound. A black-coated man was standing on a convient cliff, being strangled by a severed eyeball.
"GAK! Get this thing off of me! SNIRK! What do you want from me?"
Viscoa's eye tightened around Ket's throat, causing him to once again try to burn her off. It shifted slightly, throwing his aim towards the Father beast, landing a burning splash of fire into the corpse head's face. As it cursed in a manner to give the average American movie an R-rating, it released Geel, allowing his escape.
"Hey! Thanks a lot for being a severed eye with the urge to strangle hobos with the ability to shoot flame out of their hands! That is definitely a useful skill!" exclaimed a grateful schizophrenic.
Ket gurgled.
"Maybe you should let go off him. Maybe." The detached eyeball felt like it still needed to do more work. "Alright then. I'll leave you two alone with your pawnage."
A mound of charred flesh fell upon the earth, revealing a clean skull on top of the Father. A mighty roar resounded from the monstrosity as it charged towards Geel.
"Lycurgus? Is that you?" The soulless rubber ape cooed towards its prey, every orifice an abyss holding emptiness.
Geel, get a hold of yourself man!
"Daddy's home!" A few stray pieces of hair stayed attached to the skull, it's lone eyeball now a peeled grape, leaking a pale pink liquid releasing a sour, metallic stench.
You have to do something at least once in your life!
Don't just run!
"Don't worry..."
I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away...
The mechanized horror crept tenderly towards the straightjacketed boy.
I mustn't run away...
It raised a single, malfunctioning talon.
MUSTN'T RUN!
"I won't leave you ever again."

Then there was darkness. Geel could feel nothing. He could only see a faint blue light. And a... bass drum? Music piped in from all around him. His muscles tightened as it rose into its final crescendo. Then a humanoid pig burst through the skin, bursting into it's all too familiar chant. "Th-the-th-the-th-th-th-that's all folks!"


Then it all went black.

"MY GOD! PORKY PIG HAS RETURNED FOR ME!"
The end... for now?