"Okaaaayyyyyyy, but I have a Star Warrior with shiny gold armor!" Tuff bragged as he pulled the collectible out of his pocket.
"Yeah, but I have Sir Meta Knight," Iro bragged. In his fingerless hand stood the tiny Meta Knight collectible toy.
"Mine's more rare!" Tuff yelled. He clenched the figure, and if he squeezed it more, he would definitely break it.
"No, mine's the rarest! See, it says it on the sheets!" Iro got a crumpled up paper showing all the figurines you could collect, with classifications based on rarity, Meta Knight's being the hardest to get.
"I'll get one soon, in fact, I'll get two just to show you that I can!" Tuff screamed.
And off to the side stood Kirby, confused out of his mind. See, he didn't collect the toys, he ate the chocolate they came in.
But what he really didn't understand was why they were basically fighting over a Meta Knight figurine.
"Why fight over toy, poyo, when you could talk to da real deal, poy?" Kirby chimed in after a while.
"Kirby, you're basically his son. You have no say in this," Tuff explained before screaming at Iro again.
Kirby stood there for a bit, then, slowly, backed away.
"But anybody can talk to him, poyo," Kirby mused as he walked aimlessly around Cappy Town.
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Kirby Short Stories
FanfictionJust some Kirby stories I come up with and thought I'd share. Most of the characters are from Kirby: Right Back at Ya! since I'm pretty unfamiliar with the games. I don't own any of the characters used here. Kirby and crew belong to Nintendo/Hal L...
