Stars that Fall to Earth

A Chat With the Enemy

Dark Meta Knight's POV...

I jolt awake, my heart throbbing, as it were begging to leap out of my chest.
"I'm so sorry." I blurt, not knowing what I actually did, but from the looks that I'm getting from Opala, it's not good.

I sit upright on the cold floor, tucking my wings back into a cape.

"Yeah. You'd better be. Augustine was the only thing that convinced me to not rip you apart limb from limb." She threatened.

I turn my gaze to the ice blue Star Warrior, sitting silently on a small chair with his Halcandran friends.

"It's true." He says, not even looking at me.
Opala continues to emotionally beat me up.
"Make any excuse you want, but I'll never forgive you for this."

What did I even do?

"Hey. It wasn't his fault, just so you know. Augustine says, his gloves now crossed.
"Still. He had a desire, and it was enough to put thought into action after a small motivation burst." She points out.

Thanks, Opala.

"What's going to happen to me now?" I ask.
"That," Meta Knight begins.
"Is completely up to you."

"Or me." A chained DGK points out, his mask hung like an ornament on his horns.
He's still here as well.
Just pinned to this metal board by a bunch of restraints.

"Shush. No one cares." Opala points out.
"Well, maybe you will after I explain some things. Like, who sent me." He hisses.

I feel my heart skip a beat or two.
"I hate it when someone other than me is right." Opala says, her mask buried in her glove.

"Who?" I hiss back, surprising the others.

"Release me to find out." He singsongs.
"Too bad. You're telling us right here and right now." I demand.
"Well... I can't actually tell you...

"But I can show you."

"I've got a bad feeling about this." I hear Spruce whisper, but everyone turns their heads to listen to him.

"And you should."

I quickly refocus on Dark Galacta Knight, only to see a winged serpent with twisted horns, blood red eyes, pitch black scales with streaks of magenta and a strange symbol between its eyes in the deity's place.

He's still strapped to the board, though.

"Surprise!" It says through venomous fangs.
"FALSPAR YOU HAD ONE JOB." Arthur shouts, clearly panicking. "Geez, Arty. Take a chill pill." Falspar says, tilting his head. "Can't. I actually suffer from ophidiophobia: the fear of snakes. They're just so... slithery..." He says, shuddering a little.

Augustine rolls his eyes. "So are you saying this side of you is the thing that's controlling you or that your predecessor looks like this?" He asks.

"My predecessor looks like this, except at least... Say... Fifty times stronger. Twenty times bigger. A thousand times more terrible." Dark Galacta Knight warns, shuddering at the thought.

"Oh my." Augustine whispers to himself, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair.

"Um. Alrighty then. But if I may ask, why aren't you trying to escape this place?" I question the trapped warrior.

"I could say the same to you, bud. We've both hit rock bottom. Everyone kinda hates us. Even my predecessor..." His face turns a bit sour, but it returns to its usual miserable and salty state.