Bad Bloods: A Kirby Story(HIATUS)

Mirrored Ideals

Dark Meta Knight sighed as he walked down the grand hallway, occasionally glancing at the prisoners inside glassy cells. "It's such a shame I couldn't get my hands on that child. He would of proved to be such an asset to our team," he muttered, running his hand along the rippling glass before stopping at a certain point. "However, you got in my way."
Galacta Knight sat quietly at the back of the cell, unmoving.
"Speak, fool," Dark hissed between clenched teeth. He didn't even seem bothered by the fact that he had been taken hostage. What was wrong with this idiot?
"Whatever," the prisoner droned. "It's not like I'm going to speak to anyone again, so why waste my energy talking to a pouty brat like you?"
Dark Meta Knight hissed, lunging at the glass before letting his hands trail down it. "You," he laughed evilly, "You are going to be quite the interesting one to deal with. It's not often I meet someone who doesn't try to escape their cell, and is willing to sass-talk me."
Although the prison was uncomfortable, and reminded Galacta Knight far too much of his previous crystalline holding, he knew nobody was going to come and try to rescue him or some folly. He was a destroyer of worlds, and everyone in the Bad Bloods had already decided upon the fact that he provided nothing for their petty little "team". So, why waste his energy in such trivial tasks when he could sleep and just forget everything?
Dark stood still, looking in at the warped surface of the glass. He couldn't see the warrior clearly, but he knew he was probably trying to make the best of this experience, which maddened him considerably. "You and I," he spat, "Have similar interests, you know. We'd make quite the duo, and do much more than anything those children, or even the likes of a world-dominating company or the queen of a nation, could ever accomplish together."
Galacta Knight rolled over, wincing as his wing hit the floor. Nova, will I even be able to fly after this ordeal? "I know, you idiot. But after the crap you've already sent me through, a deal is simply out of the question."
Dark sighed, and spread out his tattered ebony wings, claws polished. "Fool. You had a shot at freedom, and you just blew it. Don't expect another ounce of mercy from me from now on." He scratched the glass abruptly, creating a high-frequency squeal that rung throughout the mighty corridors.
Flying down the hallway soundlessly, he left Galacta Knight to wonder if he had chosen the right idea after all.

The Bad Bloods sat around their breakfast table silently. Will had woken up the night before, dazed, and Alice's eyes were still puffy from all the stress and tears of this scenario they had gotten themselves tangled into.
"What seems to be the matter?" Alice's mom droned monotonously, her eyes a vibrant orange as she set out burnt sausages on their somewhat-clean plates. "Had a rough night?"
Alice stared her down. "Dark Matter, please leave. We need to discuss matters in private."
"Oh, that's no fun," he snickered calmly, "although I do appreciate your temper here. I shall leave you be."
He dragged his host back up the stairs clumsily, closing all the curtains.
"I just don't get how we're supposed to enter that mirror without getting attacked again," Will groaned, picking at the medical tape on his hands. "For all we know, Galacta Knight could really be dead and all this effort would go to waste."
"Then leave the lazy bird-dude to die!" Marx suggested cheerfully, kicking his feet up onto the table.
"Says the one with a booster seat," Magolor chuckled. "However, Galacta Knight is an impressive fighter. If someone like the idiot who attacked Will got their hands on the Greatest Warrior in The Galaxy's power, combined with their own..." He shuddered. "I don't like the thought of it all that much."
Will sat in silence. This all happened because I fell into some stupid trance. What do I need to be strong, a freaking tinfoil hat? "Magolor has a point," he pointed out with a gulp, "That wouldn't be so good for your world, or ours."
Taranza clenched his fork, deep in thought. "If we could shatter that fool, and then the mirror alongside him, he wouldn't be able to fight us or corrupt anyone else for a decent amount of time."
Gryll looked at him awestruck. "Wowzers, Ranz! You sure do know a lot about this kinda stuff."
He flinched. "I've had some... Experiences with mirrors before." He quickly changed his tone. "Y'know, that whole weird superstition that if you break one and you get bad luck and stuff? Haha. Really frightened me as a spiderling."
Alice set down her plate, the food practically untouched. "Will," she sighed, before pausing to reflect on what she was about to say. "This calls for drastic measures."
He looked at her as if she was the creature from the mirror. "What?"
Suddenly, his pupils shrunk. "You couldn't possibly mean—"
"Yes," she sighed in defeat. "We need Uncle Hubert on this one."
Will carefully held his messy hair in his sore hands. "We should of went to him first thing..."
Alice sunk back into her chair. "I know, I know. We tried doing this by ourselves, and well? We darn screwed that concept up, huh?"
Drawcia leaned back casually, painting a sausage neon pink and red. "Who's Uncle Hubert?"
Will chuckled. "You'll think he's cool. He's not actually one of our uncles, but we're both so close to him that he might as well be. He works as a janitor, but in his spare time he writes paranormal novels and stuff. Lives in a supposedly haunted house."
Alice chortled softly. "We didn't go to him before, because we were worried about what he might think of all this. We don't want to give him a heart attack, after all."
"So? What are we waiting for?!" Gryll jumped out of her seat, and summoned her less-than-pristine broom. "Let's go to Hubert's! Galacta Knight an' us aren't gettin' any better or closer to home the more we sit our butts around here."
Alice and Will exchanged a quick glance, and nodded firmly.
Will, you couldn't prevent this. It was completely out of our power.
I... I know that. But I still feel guilty nonetheless. I promise this will never happen again, to any of our members.
And with that, the Bad Bloods were on their way to see Uncle Hubert... And to hatch a rescue plan for their feathered friend.

"Hm... How curious," Dark Matter cackled in the distance, "Uncle Hubert. I shall have to remember such a name..."