Hi, it is I Jimborg. Here is my first ever full-length fan fiction
so(please be nice) : Kirby goes back to the 70's in this extravagant 2
parter. In the first part, Kirby must rid pop star dark matter's little
brother who has a very nasty surprise. In the next part is Kirby in the
setting of star wars: Epioside I, the phantom menace. As always, please
R&R.
Prolouge:
Kirby nearly dogged a blow that had it connected, it would've cleaved our puffy pink person in half. Kirby was in the middle of intense combat with Mirax. The boppy Bro. look alike cackled and fired one of his wing-based cannons at Kirby to atomize Kirby, but again to no avail. Kirby, with an anime sweat drop going down his head realized that the longer that this battle went on, the greater his chances of losing. He turned to his friend and compatriot, Waddle Dee, who was cowering behind a crater in fear. Kirby, tripping over the edge and sliding face first, recovered and went over to waddle Dee and whispered, so as not to be discovered by Mirax. Kirby said, "I have a request of you." Waddle Dee nodded. "Anything" Kirby replied, "I'm going to have to borrow your powers" "WHAT!" Cried Waddle Dee a bit too loudly. Kirby had an anime sweat drop rolling down his head while he tried to shush him, but as he began patting him down he couldn't find his mouth. Giving up, he inhaled waddle Dee and copied his powers. Kirby jumped out of the pit, right in front of Mirax and said, "Eat electro canon" Mirax only looked shocked, as he was vaporized. Well partially. While Mirax, no longer was able to talk, he could communicate telepathically. While he was doing this, Kirby felt wave of hatred and greed roll over him like breakers at a beach, to the point where he physically got sick. Kirby. You may have defeated me. But I shall send you back to a time where hell was not considered a punishment. At this everything began to drip and melt as though they were waxed figures. Kirby recognized this as time compression, from his time spent playing FFVIII. Why did I blow my money on that game? Where his last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness.
Chapter 1
"Ohhhh" moaned Kirby as he held his head with his pseudo arms. What did he drink last night? He mentally ran through his waking-up-drunk checklist: 1. Make sure you have all articles of clothing. Kirby found that he had no clothing on whatsoever. At this he panicked momentarily until he realized that he normally didn't wear any clothing. 2. Make sure your surroundings are familiar. Kirby propped himself up with his feet and he noted that while it was his room, the bed sheets and posters where different. Everything seemed to be…dimmer to put into a word. 3. Most importantly make sure that there is none sleeping near your original sleeping position to make you think that you were sleeping with them. Kirby looked around and found that he had again slept alone. This all took less than 2 minutes and during this time Kirby was also looking at his surroundings. There was a lava lamp near his bead with little globs of stuff the same color has him being illuminated in a similar tone. There was a clock next to that that was obviously quite old, as it had hands. The posters evenly spaced around his room with bands he didn't even recognize and the calendar across the room read October 1973. With the memory of the fight the previous night returning, information clicked together in his rather large head, which provided no other viable explanation. In a shocked silence he slowly waddled out of the house, only dimly noting the ugly linoleum pattern, walked outside drooped outside to his knees (?) and let out a high pitched yell that would've put Home Alone to shame.
Prolouge:
Kirby nearly dogged a blow that had it connected, it would've cleaved our puffy pink person in half. Kirby was in the middle of intense combat with Mirax. The boppy Bro. look alike cackled and fired one of his wing-based cannons at Kirby to atomize Kirby, but again to no avail. Kirby, with an anime sweat drop going down his head realized that the longer that this battle went on, the greater his chances of losing. He turned to his friend and compatriot, Waddle Dee, who was cowering behind a crater in fear. Kirby, tripping over the edge and sliding face first, recovered and went over to waddle Dee and whispered, so as not to be discovered by Mirax. Kirby said, "I have a request of you." Waddle Dee nodded. "Anything" Kirby replied, "I'm going to have to borrow your powers" "WHAT!" Cried Waddle Dee a bit too loudly. Kirby had an anime sweat drop rolling down his head while he tried to shush him, but as he began patting him down he couldn't find his mouth. Giving up, he inhaled waddle Dee and copied his powers. Kirby jumped out of the pit, right in front of Mirax and said, "Eat electro canon" Mirax only looked shocked, as he was vaporized. Well partially. While Mirax, no longer was able to talk, he could communicate telepathically. While he was doing this, Kirby felt wave of hatred and greed roll over him like breakers at a beach, to the point where he physically got sick. Kirby. You may have defeated me. But I shall send you back to a time where hell was not considered a punishment. At this everything began to drip and melt as though they were waxed figures. Kirby recognized this as time compression, from his time spent playing FFVIII. Why did I blow my money on that game? Where his last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness.
Chapter 1
"Ohhhh" moaned Kirby as he held his head with his pseudo arms. What did he drink last night? He mentally ran through his waking-up-drunk checklist: 1. Make sure you have all articles of clothing. Kirby found that he had no clothing on whatsoever. At this he panicked momentarily until he realized that he normally didn't wear any clothing. 2. Make sure your surroundings are familiar. Kirby propped himself up with his feet and he noted that while it was his room, the bed sheets and posters where different. Everything seemed to be…dimmer to put into a word. 3. Most importantly make sure that there is none sleeping near your original sleeping position to make you think that you were sleeping with them. Kirby looked around and found that he had again slept alone. This all took less than 2 minutes and during this time Kirby was also looking at his surroundings. There was a lava lamp near his bead with little globs of stuff the same color has him being illuminated in a similar tone. There was a clock next to that that was obviously quite old, as it had hands. The posters evenly spaced around his room with bands he didn't even recognize and the calendar across the room read October 1973. With the memory of the fight the previous night returning, information clicked together in his rather large head, which provided no other viable explanation. In a shocked silence he slowly waddled out of the house, only dimly noting the ugly linoleum pattern, walked outside drooped outside to his knees (?) and let out a high pitched yell that would've put Home Alone to shame.