Heroes of Dreamland, Book 7: Kirby and the Battle for Dreamland (OLD)

I Wonder What Jiyuu's Up To?...

???'s POV:

You firmly believe that you have trapped me, drained me of myself, and left me as nothing more than a fawning shell to follow you around and run your pathetic errands for you, but you are wrong, so ludicrously wrong. How sick I am of being underestimated, of being written off as 'gone' whenever I chance to disappear for a time, of being defeated by my disgusting mimic at every turn.

For now, I will continue to allow this spell you have cursed my mind with to control my actions. For now, I will allow my own voice to keep calling you Master, even if the very idea makes my stomach turn. For now, I will save my energy to break free when the time is right, or for whenever I must in order to move my own plan along.

But trust me... Just because I have been temporarily silenced does not mean that I have given up or lost. Your mind tricks that told me I am worthless were far too easy to beat back, and your accusation that the Darkness in me made me a pitiful opponent entirely untrue. You may think you are the Darkness' closest friend, but you know nothing. You were not born of the very Darkness like I was; I am its chosen conqueror and pet, not you. You can believe me; it has told me so itself. You have nowhere near the level of perfection that I possess, and therefore, it does not want you for such grandiose things as you imagine it does. It is only using you, leading you to an awful doom- a doom which will be downright delicious to watch.

Believe me, you poor, over-stuffed fool who is quickly growing fat on his stolen lands and complacent with his current status... I will live to see you fall farther than you could ever imagine, and, even more importantly, I will live to see my mimic suffer greater pain than he has ever known. My sword longs to deliver the very blow that will tear his heart to pieces- but I must wait.

Oh, how disillusioned I've grown with waiting... How tired of it I truly am, how disgusted with even the word I have become... But all I now wait for will indeed come; I know for a fact.

The Darkness itself has promised me all this, and I believe the Darkness... After all, it is the only one who has ever 'deigned' to be my friend.

And now... Now the time grows near for my old pawn to come and play her little part in my newest scheme. Heroism... all those Light fools are so addicted to it. Just the very thought of it, and they come running like children to candy, not caring about whatever danger lies along the way, waiting for them to run right into its mouth- like candy, ironically. Thanks to her mental weakness, now the once-Dark-Warrior-of-Felines is no smarter or more cautious than the others. Though it will come later and not now, for I still have use of her, I must admit that I am greatly looking forward to that traitor's demise as well.

So, dear 'Master...' Prepare yourself, for your end is drawing closer and closer as every moment goes past.

And Meta Knight, my dear, dear, Meta Knight... You are actually right about one thing, for even the Darkness has assured me of this one fact: No matter how much I wish it, I can never take your life myself. Even so, I can still have my revenge. I can still make you suffer; I can still take that which is dearest to you and destroy it while you watch, helpless. And then, you will be rendered so weak, so broken, that I will not have to worry about you any longer. The Darkness will give me my rightful place as ruler of all that is, and you will be able to do nothing but bow to me along with anyone else who survives the coming chaos. And now that I've had time to think about it, mimic, seeing you torn apart with grief and weakness, forced to admit my superiority, and fallen before me, groveling... That will be even better and more delicious than watching your life drain away at the blade of my sword.

So yes, perhaps for now, I must remain a prisoner of my own mind, waiting for my precious chance to be set free... But this is only a short testing in the mirror, as it were; only the Darkness seeing how determined I really am to follow it wherever it leads me. When I am set free, nothing will stand before the Heart of the Mirror.