Bad Bloods: A Kirby Story(HIATUS)

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Dusk was shrouding the city in stormy clouds, and thunder rumbled above the sleeping population's heads. The one thing that stirred was a certain Dark Matter who levitated towards the house of his friend, Drawcia. She seemed to like the beans, but surely she was growing tired of them. Perhaps she could join him, and then they could take over the world! She could get one half, and paint it as much as she wanted—
What was he thinking? He was just here to ask Drawcia if she wanted to see what a "bear" looked like. She'd enjoy the lights and colours, he mused before floating up to the window.
Raindrops had landed on the colourful bedsheets, and Dark Matter couldn't help but be intrigued. Drawcia would of panicked if water had gotten on her artwork, correct? And if everyone was supposed to be sleeping, where was she?
Perhaps she's only painting something. At two in the morning. Don't beans do that sometimes?
He glanced around before noticing a stack of blank canvases. Curiosity got the best of him, and he floated over to see them. This must've made her really happy, huh. Maybe instead of going to a "bear", they could've visited Yin-Yarn and made Dark Matter costumes for all the beans that would be under his control. Whatever. As he threw the canvases aside, something caught his amber eye. A single canvas had text on it, scrawled in a ridiculous font.

If u want doodl com to my plac u beans ill show u the paer of yarn qaisadiaz

"In the name of Zero," Dark Matter sighed, "Looks like Drawcia's beans are going to be knitted into quite the situation." He sighed. He could convince her to switch sides another time.
Quietly, after moving her artwork to the other side of the bright, wacky room, Dark Matter left just as quietly as he had arrived.

"Alice!"
Alice swatted her red hair away from her eyes and yawned. Was that... Gryll? "Gryll, it's too early to be going on a riot. Anyways, there's a storm today, right?"
"No, no, no! This isn't about that!"
Now Alice was curious. All she had ever really heard Gryll talk about these past few days were the seemingly foolish reasons as to why vegetables were sentient, but she sounded really panicked this time around.
Gryll bust open the door, whizzing around in the air on a brightly coloured broomstick with something in her hands. She dropped it without warning to Alice, and jumped off her broomstick. "I... I think something happened to Drawcia."
"What? She's probably just doing art stuff somewhere or whatever," the teenager mumbled, throwing on her paint-covered jacket and pausing to read the canvas.
"Okay, how do you expect me to read this?" She twisted around the canvas in her hands.
"I-I know the grammar is atrocious, but it says Doodle's gone!"
Alice glared at the sentient onion frustratedly. "And do we know someone named Doodle?"
Gryll, biting back tears, nodded. "It's... It's Drawcia," she choked out, "an' her stuff's all wet an' jumbled around."
Now Alice was interested. With a grunt she stood up off her neon coloured chair and knelt in front of Gryll. "Hey, don't cry," she chuckled, wiping a tear from the onion's aqua eye, "Drawcia's gonna be fine. We'll find her, lickety-split."
Now, at least, Gryll looked more confused than sad. "Lickety-split..." she murmured to herself, "I like it."
Alice smiled warmly, and the two went to wake up Will.

Some time later, Alice and Gryll had managed to successfully wake all of the Bad Bloods. "Ugh, I didn't get a wink of sleep yesterday..." Galacta Knight groaned.
"Wow, I wonder why!" Will seethed, massaging his sore ears.
"Save the arguing for later, guys," Magolor held them away from each other with his butter-coloured hands and sighed. "Drawcia, apart from searching for another piece of the Lor, should be our top priority."
Galacta Knight growled. "And if those don't work out, arguing's our top priority. Oh, also, leaving this place would be nice."
Marx stared him down threateningly. Galacta Knight didn't dare complain again.
"So, if we were Drawcia, where would we go?" Magolor pondered aloud.
"Ooh! I know, I know!" Gryll was practically jumping out of her red boots. "Out the broken window!"
Everyone turned to look at the shattered glass window. "...You have a good point," Will whispered.
"My mom will not be pleased when she gets out of a trance," Alice suddenly realized.
"Then, let's hope Drunk Matter keeps her at bay for now." Marx remarked.