Bad Bloods: A Kirby Story(HIATUS)

A Colourful Mess

"-And that's how I lost my impossibly huge ship, and landed over here with Marx and that old guy!" Magolor finished, and clasped his gloves together.
"So, uh, lemme get this straight. You betrayed this pink blob, got stuck in another dimension with Marx, and flew into a void?" Will repeated.
"Yes, I told you that, so, uh, could you pretty please help out a guy like me?" Magolor pleaded.
"...Normally I would say no, but my best friend would ignore me for years if we missed out on this," Will mumbled, and handed Magolor a bag of chips. "Here, if we're gonna go Starship hunting in the city or something, you should eat something if you have a mouth..." Magolor's eyes glittered, and he happily shoved chips down his white scarf. "So, uh, do you like them?"
"Yes! T-They're positively divine!~" Mags chirped, and bounced about the room. "Neither Halcandra or Popstar have chips so exquisitely flavoured!~"
"Dude, they're just potato chips. We could get some more at the store later today if you feel like it," Will chuckled. "just please don't eat all of them." Suddenly, Alice kicked the wooden door with her foot sharply
"Will, uh, I don't think you're gonna like this..." Will creaked open the door, preparing for what was to come. She held up Marx, who had a tablet in his mouth. Playing on the screen was footage of a light-blue haired being spraying paint over the city sidewalks.
Magolor covered his eyes. "Oh, please, even Drawcia came?!"
Both humans rapidly rotated towards him. "You know that thing?!"
Marx coughed, and the tablet flopped onto the red carpeted floor. "Well, kinda. She likes to paint a lot, and uh, kind of turned us all into marble-things once,"
"Well, come on! Maybe that Drawcia girl knows what happened to your ship, Magolor!" Alice beamed, and grabbed the two of them tightly.
"What about grumpy old guy?" Will wondered, and Alice quickly replied.
"Eh, he'd be too cautious. Anyways, I had to duct tape his wing to a wall to prevent him from moving it too much,"
Marx stifled his laughter, and Magolor face palmed.
"Come on, we need to make sure Drawcia doesn't get stuck with Yin Yarn or something, 'cuz then we're really screwed!" Alice dropped them with a thud, and the foursome took off.

"Magolor, why are we assisting the beans?" Marx pouted, "They understand nothing about Popstar!" Magolor and Marx had to take a different route around the city than the humans, and were currently slinking around shady corners to avoid the sunlight.
"Marx, who else would give us shelter other than two stupid teenage beans, as you call them?" Mags emphasized, and Marx flipped his hat over dramatically.
"Okay, I guess you might be right."
"Good. Now, let's hurry up before-"
The Halcandran was interrupted by ominous, shrill cackling. "Uh oh."
A rather large creature with one golden eye, a violet witch hat and light turquoise hair halted in front of them.
"Uh, hey, Drawcia!.." Marx snorted, and she held up a large paintbrush.
"Oh, it's you guys." Drawcia proclaimed. The paintbrush still aimed, the witch neared the two villains, standing apart from the shadows...
"Magolor, Marx, my men! How are ya, pals?" Drawcia wrapped the two in her oddly coloured cloak, and Marx shrieked in surprise.
"Well, uh, good, Drawcia. Oh, by the way, did you happen to see a large ship kind of floating by lately?" He waited for no answer.
"Actually, yeah!"
"Wait, really?!"
"Uh-huh. It was a boring Blue, so I added some purple, pink, yellow, and green to it. Then when I turned around to think of more colours to add, it was gone! Can you believe it?"
Magolor collapsed against a wall. "Oh, in the name of NOVA above, where is my ship?!"

Meanwhile, Will and Alice were strolling along streets enrobed with thick layers of paint. "This is literally boring like watching paint dry..." they heard a construction worker mutter as they passed by. People were slipping, sliding, and getting their brand-new shoes stuck in the ocean of colours, and some took refuge inside the scarce few buildings that hadn't been affected.
"Alice, do you think Mags and Marx found that witch-girl? I hope so, because this is one sticky situation..."
"Yeah, you could say this is a real colourful mess." The two began to laugh, and ran around a sharp turn. There, they saw the three villains duelling! ...Or awkwardly hugging. Will sprinted towards the sorceress, shouting.
"Hey, you! Stop painting the city, because it's ugly as a mangled corpse!" Marx and Magolor exchanged quick glances. This guy was screwed.
"WHAT did you call my beauteous, vivid masterpiece?!" Drawcia ranted, "I can't believe humans!" Raising the paintbrush, Will suddenly... Changed. Dropping to the ground and bouncing into Magolor's palms, he squeaked miserably.
"Okay, I'm sorry! P-Please, I don't want to be a sphere for the rest of my life!.." He pleaded, and Drawcia glared.
"Do you really think I'd spare some fool who takes the beauty of art and colour for granted?"
Will sniffed, "N-No, miss,".
"Exactly. The nerve of this species..."
"W-Wait!"
All eyes (and eye) turned to Magolor. "What is it, pal?"
"Uh, Drawcia, those two may or may not be our only source of shelter whilst we search for the Lor."
Alice caught on to what he was doing. "And," she added, "if you turn my friend back to normal, you can customize my room all you want!"
Drawcia' eye glowed brightly. "...Really?"
"Yeah! I mean, technically, we need to work together to restore balance, right?"
Drawcia swirled around the streets. "Finally, I have somewheres to decorate in peace without flesh blobs screaming insults at me!~" Finally, the witch shaped Will back into his regular form.
"Oh my god, finally! I thought I'd never walk again!" He chortled, and Magolor let out a sigh of relief. Marx was chatting eagerly with Drawcia about how he had confronted the beans the other day to "protect" Magolor, whilst Alice and Sill were beginning to head back.
"Okay, you two chit-chatters, come on! We need to go back now!" Magolor called out, and Marx tumbled over.
"Come on, Drawcia! Maybe we'll find a trail of your paint that leads to the Lor!" He bubbled, and Mags grinned. It was nice to see Marx happy for once. Probably because she wasn't screaming at Yin Yarn to let her give him a full form.
"Oh, yeah, Alice, do you think Galacta Knight actually stayed taped to the wall this whole time?" Marx pondered.
She froze. "...Oh, no."
Everyone took off as fast as they could towards the small apartment building, where Galacta Knight was digging into Will's secret hoard of donuts.