Returning... Kirby Fanfic (OLD)

~Near Past~

~Star Knight~

"Oh, come on..." she whines again, and I facepalm, "No." "Why not?" "You have asked this one hundred-" "One hundred and one." she laughs, and I glare at her, "One hundred and one times!" "Pleeeeease? I want to see their reactions!" 

"We could do something else to include everyone's reactions." I smirk, and she looks at me, "Huh? OH! Play dead?" she makes a face, smiling eagerly towards the others who are having the boredom blues.

"Play dead..." I nod, and she gets to work.

~Timeskip~

"What's so amazing?" "You'll see..." I say, trying not to laugh at how shocked they'll be. I mean, although me and Galacta are rivals, I would never just go and kill her. Even if she annoyed me to the point, I couldn't bear it, which would probably never happen.

"There you are." I say, pointing to the 'dead' warrior. She's doing fairly well, and I wonder why...  😏. "WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO?!" "What does it look like?" I question and then watch as they all crowd around her. 

"You do know what happens when one kills another." "Do I? Oh, yes! But that's not happening because-" "Because?" "I think you know why." I point to the small crowd. 

"EEEEEEEEEE! WHAT IN NOVA ARE YOU ALL DOING?! WHERE IS THAT GIRL, I SWEAR-" "Galacta, don't forget it was your idea..." I remind the worked up warrior. "The part where you knock me out was not though!" "Where's the 'fun' in that?" I ask, and she huffs.

"Fine... I won't bother you now..." she murmurs as she sits haughtily on the floor next to me, "Good. Now I'll leave the others to congratulate you. I'm going to the library." I reply, and as I make to leave, a hand grabs me, "Nu-uh, you're joining in." 

Galacta smirks at me, and I instantly realise what she's done, "Oh, I'll make you pay, don't you worry." I say, giving her a really hard glare, making her freeze tensely.

~End~

Those memories were... amusing in a way... but nevermind.

It feels like I've been flying for ages... my wings are becoming weak with every flutter or flap I do.

But I cannot stop... I am literally in the middle of space. There isn't a place to land. Strange things have been going on as well... there have been some peculiar things happening.

I know Nightmare is gone... but that wouldn't necessarily mean his monsters are... does it? Monsters have been appearing all over the place! And they are difficult to control at all. Especially when they're specially designed for battling in space, when I am not.

I have flown past many dead planets, and they are not the best sight right now... on some of them, life is still... living... but most of them are charcoal black from all those battles long ago.

As I near towards another planet, which looks like it has a small bit of life, I land, abstaining myself from any more flying until my energy restores. After doing so, I come across a creature. It looks very much like my kind... but a bit... friendlier? Cute? I can't exactly tell-

"Hey! Who're you?! Where am I?! *Gasp* My wings! Argh... that super nova explosion must've blasted it right off! And my ball?! WHERE'S MY BALL?!" the small- ball?- asks frantically, and I point behind it helpfully, and it turns around to see a beach ball laying there, lonely.

"Oh! Thanks! Wait- who're you?" the creature approaches me, and I make for my sword. If this thing is another monster after me, I am not willing to let my guard down easily. "I am Star Knight... who are you?" I question, not daring to move as it comes closer to inspect me.

"Huh. You look familiar..." it says, and then shrugs, satisfied. Bouncing joyfully on the coloured ball, the creature declares, "I'm Marx! I'm a... demon? I actually don't know what I am exactly... but I know I am known to be a joker, clown, or whatever else is like that! But I'm sure I'm a demon..." he says, confused.

I pull out my sword, ready, and he squeals, "AHH! Put that thing away! What d'ya take me for?! A demon- oh..." "What purpose are you here for?" I ask, and he huffs, "I don't know! All I know is feeling a massive blast of power slap me in the face, before smacking me again, and then I'm here! I was planning to rule the universe, but I've changed my mind now! I wanna go say hi to an old... frenemy, Kirby!" he announces to no one in particular, but I respond, "I see..."

"Hey! Do you know where Kirby and his friends live?" he expects me to know, I reply, "No..." 

He looks at me sympathetically, I absolutely hate it when people do that. The last thing I need right now is for someone to give me a sympathetic look. "Kirby and his pals live in Dreamland! Why do-" he suddenly yelps, and I look at him, confused... "My wings hurt... that pink pudgy thing is gonna get it from me after all the nice hi's! I wish I had hands..." Marx complains, and I instruct, "Don't move... this may hurt." I warn, and he becomes wary of what I might do.

"YOUCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he screams and I hush him, "If you speak it'll hurt worse." I say seriously, and he zips. 

After five minutes of him trying to hold back screeches, yells, shouts, screams and whatever else he has stored up, I dust my hands off, "Finished." I assure the timid ball. Looking a bit frightened of what he might see, he notices my hand and gives an extremely, positively, deafening, loud shriek. "MYWINGSWHATDIDYOUDOO?!" he asks, and I point with my free hand, the other one currently occupied with his dead wings.

He turns to face his back, and when Marx sees a pair of new, shiny wings, his face brightens, "YAYYOUFIXEDITTHANKYOUSOMUCH!" he screams, and then takes the ripped wings from my hand with his new ones, throws them on the floor and jumps on them with his ball.

"That's the end of that! How did you know what that was?" he asks, embarrassed he didn't know himself. "Do not worry about that." I wave it off, and then ask him, "Are you certain of Dreamlands... location?" "Nope! I just know it's on a massive star planet called Popstar! 😅," "🤦‍♀️Would you like me to help you find it?" I offer, I honestly have nothing better to do at the minute.

"Oooh! Yeah! Then you can meet them too! I think they're friendly people... actually, they are nice people... but eh." he says, climbing onto my back somehow, and I took him off, "Marx, please, never do that." I tell him, and he shrugs, "Oh well." he snaps his own wings open, and then takes off, me following not too far behind.