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

Weakness in the Darkness

Magolor's POV:

Boy, has this day sucked, sucked with a capital Suh. Between being Dark Matter-possessed and having a yellow gumball with delusions of grandeur take over my mind for a bit, and, not to mention trying to help him get my buddies deaded while under the power of the two different Dark forces, this has not been the ultra-swagolor day yesterday turned out to be after we found the Dreamspring place thingy. Oh, and let's not forget that both Princess and her loyal knight are still AWOL, possibly deaded, or Dark, or both, or some sort of semi-combination of those two things listed above. For all I know, they're, like, undeaded zombies or something. Happy thoughts to be thinking, I know.

Oh, and did I mention yet that I've got an unconscious Kirby riding me piggyback-style because he still hasn't woken up since Creepy McCreepster went all glow-eyes on him not too awful long ago? I'm no doctor or anything like that, heck, I don't even have a bachelor's degree in anything (but it'd be in music, archaeology, or history, if I had one), but in my humble opinion, layman's diagnosis, random citizen's observations, all that, the fact that he still isn't awake is probably a not-good sort of thing. Geez, I always thought it was scary when Meta-Not used to go vampire eyes all the time. Guess I didn't really know what 'vampire eyes' even actually were until today...

"He just sucked all the energy right out of him, huh?" Bandana frets from where he walks at the back of our quickly-shrinking party of now only three able-to-be-helpful-at-all peeps. Shadow's just behind me, shielded by me in front and Bandana behind. Last thing we need is for something to happen to the little guy... Kury and Meta-Not are probably already going to fire me from babysitting forever and ever as it is, if they ever get back, which they'd better, or I'm gonna have to find their deaded selves and kick 'em soundly for getting all deaded on us. Forget the fact that I can't kick anybody. Where there's a will, there's a way, and if there's no way, just keep swimming anyhow, and if you don't have a Will, go out and make some friends so you do have one eventually. Or something like that... I forget how the inspirational quote actually goes. Whatever. Just pretend I just said something really profound and inspiring, mmkay?

Sighing as I adjust Kirbs a bit so he's not accidentally pulling on one of my ears quite as much, I agree with Bandana's earlier statement, "Yeah, no kidding. The guy always did have a bit of a Dracula atmosphere about him... although I've never heard of an energy vamp that looked like an SW. Typically, they usually come in the form of monsters, but then again, that guy's more of a monster than pretty much any other SW I've ever met. I'll give your kind one thing, Shadow- even if you're all pains in the proverbial neck, at least most of you have your priorities in a row when it comes to standing up for what's right whenever it comes down to it, assuming you haven't all had your memories impaired and opinions twisted by a zany lemon drop with too many eyes."

"Uh, thanks," Shadow mutters back, slightly confused, and then sneezes for the bazillionth time. At least he's not coughing so hard that I'm scared he's gonna take off flying backwards from the sheer momentum anymore, but I still have a feeling he's got a bit of a cold.

"Sure would be nice if you could get back here and help me with these two less-than-healthy youngish peeps, Princess," I mutter under my breath, and then suddenly gasp in horror as I freeze in my tracks, nearly dropping Kirby in the process.

Terrified, Bandana and Shadow plead from behind me in unison, "What is it?" 

Shadow goes on to punctuate his fear with another sneeze, followed by stuffy-sounding sniffles.

Spinning around, being more careful not to jostle Mister Unconscious-Warrior-of-the-Stars, I murmur slowly, in nothing less than disbelieving shame, "I haven't... I haven't..."

"What?" Bandana demands impatiently, on the verge of panic, while Shadow's eyes grow big enough to look big on a giant Waddle Dee.

"I still haven't come up with an annoying nickname for Shadow, that's what!" I sputter, shaking my head ashamedly. A moment later, I spin around and start floating forward through the maze again, still hoping to find something shelter-ish to rest in for awhile. "This most grievous situation must be remedied five minutes ago! Let's see... Slim Shady? Nah... he's really not that slim. None of us puffish people are. Just Shady? Nah... Too gangster."