Ok, this is basically a prequel to Return to the Mirror World. I know I haven't even finished the other yet, but this idea was too good to pass. I give you: Mistakes in Mirror World!
Ch.1
Meta Knight's eyes narrowed as he faced Dark Meta Knight, Galaxia blazing brightly. Dark Knight's own sword, a feeble copy of his own, flashed blood red in return. Sensing each others rising emotions, the Knights took their preferred battle stances. In a flash, they engaged combat, their swords meeting in a clash of metal-on-metal. Pushing back, Meta Knight tried a downward swipe, concentrating on the small gaps in Dark Knight's armour. Dark Knight was conscious of his own faults, and blocked it quickly, bringing his sword around to slash at Meta Knight's mask. An unorthodox move, aiming for armour, but Meta Knight's experience didn't let him down. Meta Knight swiped viciously at Dark Knight, who ducked and countered with a jab at Meta Knight's stomach. Meta Knight leapt back only an inch away from the blade. So he wants to be unorthodox. I'll show him unorthodox. Meta Knight jumped up and whacked Dark Knight hard on the head with the flat of his blade. He stepped back, eyes flashing triumphantly. Dark Knight's looked shocked, then his eyes turned upwards and he fell heavily backwards. Meta Knight sighed with relief, wiping sweat from his mask. He turned back to the Mirror, sheathing Galaxia. He stepped forward; he needed to tell the Kirbys that Dark Knight had been vanquished, for now. Or so he thought. A hard push on his back sent him flying off the platform. His mask came loose, he twisted in mid-air, momentarily forgetting his wings and saw Dark Knight staring down at his falling figure. Suddenly, he view disappeared as he landed into a large barrel of…paint. Not just any paint. Poor Mety had landed in pink paint. His mask was now gone. He reacted quickly and kicked back towards the surface. He broke the surface, spat out several ounces of the stuff, and glared at Dark Knight, who was laughing evilly above.
"Where did that come from!"
"Aww, pink suits you Mety. You should wear it more often."
Meta hoisted himself out of the barrel, set on brutally murdering Dark Knight. Dark Knight noticed, gave one more cackle and flew into the Mirror. Meta Knight could have kicked himself. He had forgotten about his wings! The first thing he did was run into Cabbage Cavern and dived into the nearest patch of water. He scrubbed as hard as he could at the quickly drying paint, but to no avail. All the creatures near him froze and stared. All of a sudden, they started screaming and running in all directions.
"IT'S KIRBY!"
"RUN!"
"AAAAH!"
"SAVE ME!"
Meta Knight shouted above the din of the Waddle Dees.
"I'M NOT KIRBY! ARE YOU BLIND?"
He pointed irritably to his eyes.
"SEE? YELLOW!"
The monsters stopped, glanced uncertainly at each other and resumed their panic.
"IT'S A DISGUISE!"
"RUN!"
"I DON'T WANNA BE EATEN!"
Meta Knight ran out of the water and the Waddle Dees scattered. A few seconds later, he was alone. He scowled, and looked at his reflection. He groaned. He did look just like Kirby. With contact lenses. Even his feet were different, not pink but bright red. He rubbed his head in vain; the paint was now dry.
"I have got to get this off, somehow."
He looked around once more and ran to a tree, scratching his back along the rough bark. Not one flake of paint came off. Meta Knight cursed inaudibly and tried a rock. Nothing seemed to work. He gave up eventually, and slouched out of Cabbage Cavern.
The four Kirbys, still in shock from their 'separation' were at that moment outside the Mirror. On the way, after many arguments and changes, they had named each other according to…well, whatever they thought of. Tuffy, the red Kirby, brave and arrogant, Sheeby, the yellow and only girl, strong and slightly bad tempered, Geeby, the green, crazy but generally good-natured and the leader, Kirby the pink, smart and resilient. They dismounted their Warpstar, and stood in front of the Mirror wondering where Meta Knight went. Tuffy was ready to fight Meta Knight to the death for attacking the original Kirby, and wanted to barge into it right now.
"Come on! He cut us apart and you're just going to sit here and take it?"
Kirby was trying to calm him down.
"Tuffy, please! Wait a moment. Geeby's stuck on top of the Mirror and we're not leaving without him."
Sheeby was yelling up to Geeby.
"Geeby, for the love of Warpstars! What the hell possessed you to go up there in the first place!"
Geeby sat on the Mirror proudly, giggling insanely.
"Geeby likes heights."
Sheeby slapped her forehead and started rocking the Mirror with all of her strength. Geeby wobbled dangerously and so did the Mirror. Kirby sighed with exasperation and turned to Tuffy.
"Will you get him down? Sheeby going to end up hurting him."
Tuffy shrugged and shoved Sheeby out of the way.
"Out of the way, drama queen."
Sheeby pouted.
"I am not a DRAMA QUEEN!"
Tuffy snorted.
"You just keep thinking that."
Tuffy clapped his paws together and called Geeby.
"Geeby! Here boy! Come on!"
He looked around for some bait and he grabbed Sheeby.
"Hey! What the-?"
"GEEBY LOOK! NICE EDIBLE SHEEBY!"
"LET ME GO!"
Sheeby pulled herself free and started pummelling Tuffy.
"I'll teach you to use me as bait!"
Kirby covered his ears and looked at Geeby.
"Geeby, Tuffy and Sheeby need help. Wanna hug them? It'll make them feel better."
Geeby thought for a while then let himself drop.
"WHEEEEEE!"
"AAAAOOOOW!"
"GEEBY THIS ISN'T YOUR FIGHT, BUTT OUT!"
"Friends now."
Geeby sat on top of Sheeby and Tuffy, smiling contentedly. Kirby dropped his paws back down.
"Finally. Alright, now we can go."
He helped the others up and they took their first steps into the Mirror World. They raced through the cloudy levels, heading for the main hall of the Mirrors. Sheeby and Tuffy were competing with Powers, occasionally a Cutter or arrow would fly across the area, but they never hit the other. Geeby was floating through all the levels and Kirby was lagging behind.
"Wait! Geeby! Sheeby! Tuffy!"
The Kirbys ignored him and soon they were far ahead. As long as I can still see them, I won't get lost, he thought reassuringly. He ran as fats as his big red feet could carry him. Panting heavily, he stopped for a brief rest just outside the next mirror. He must have been more tired than he thought; he soon fell asleep and took a much longer rest than he had intended.