Kirby Short Stories

17: A Ghostly Dream

Our three beloved knights were sound asleep, dreaming peacefully about food, alcohol, arson, and fluffy clouds, when suddenly...

"META KNIGHT OPEN UP THERE'S A GHOST IN THE CASTLE HELP US!" Tuff screamed as he beat the shit out of the poor wooden door, Tiff standing not far off and begging Tuff to calm down.

It was not Meta Knight who answered, for he had ear muffs on so he could specifically avoid something like this. Blade Knight opened the door, almost trembling.

"Ghost?" He asked, somehow completely understandable, which was probably the freakiest thing so far.

"YEAH IT'S IN MY ROOM—"

"Quiet!" Tiff hissed, now getting embarrassed. "Sorry about him, Blade Kni—"

"'ait 'ere!" Blade Knight said. He disappeared inside, and returned not a moment later with a huge box on a flat cart that hardly fit through the doorway. "En yar 'oom, ya?"

"YEAH IT'S IN MY ROOM PLEASE KILL IT!" Tuff screamed, though even he knew it was unnecessary now.

"Shut up, Tuff!" Tiff shushed again.

The three of them rushed off to Tuff's bedroom, and Tuff now running out of things to yell.

So he resorted to flat screaming in between much needed breaths.

"No more dessert for you," Tiff scolded as if anybody could hear her over the noise of Tuff and Blade Knight's clanking armor, also knowing full well nobody would or could hear her.

Upon entering the room, Blade Knight unpacked the box, pulling out various devices, candles, a board with letters and odd symbols, a thermometer, and some other things, squealing gibberish as he did so. Sir Ebrum and Lady Like were up by now, watching Blade Knight turn Tuff's room into a storage space.

"My, Darling, he has gone goobers!" Lady Like whispered to her husband.

"I'm going to give Meta Knight a call..." Sir Ebrum said before slinking back into his room, dragging his wife along with him.

Minutes later, Sword Knight burst into the home, and stood with the family by Tuff's bedroom door. They all stared for a while, the only noises being Blade Knight's excited gibberish and the occasional beeping of a device or two, followed by Blade Knight being silent, then going back to gibberish, turning to the group occasionally and pointing to things.

Slowly, Tuff turned towards Sword Knight and whispered, concern coloring his words. "What's wrong with him?"

"Is he okay?" Tiff whispered, sounding just as concerned.

Sword Knight sighed, "Yeah, 'e's fine. 'cept for the part where 'e's batshit-crazy. In 'is youth, 'is uncle beat 'im an' left 'im ta die twice. 'e confided in ghosts 'nd crap. 'e claimed 'ey understood 'im. Now, 'e'll jump at 'n opportunity ta communicate wit' 'em. Says it's 'is dream ta, 'feel their presences', whateva 'at means."

"Woah..." was all Tuff could say.

"That's so sad! Now I understand his excitement," Tiff said. "He had no real friends, so he had to confide in supernatural entities in order to fill that void."

"'at's literally what I jus' sa—"

"He's still kinda crazy though," Tuff commented.

"Also wha' I jus'—"

"No, Tuff. He's lonely," Tiff explained.

"By god, 'an I talk fer a minute wit'ou—"

"Wonder why," Tuff drily commented.

Sword Knight threw his hands up in the air in defeat and aggravation.

"Tuff!" Tiff yelled.

"ORISO SORIGHT EH'ERE!" Blade Knight yelled, pointing to a light, jumping up and down, then going to fiddle with another device, squealing like a fan girl the whole time.

"'e just made a scientific breakthrough," Sword Knight explained.

"So what did he say?" Ebrum asked.

"'e just got the ghost to say hi."

"I'm never sleeping in my room again," Tuff sighed as he sat against his bedroom door frame.

Once Sword Knight convinced Blade Knight to clean up and leave, Tuff did, in fact, sleep in his room again.