Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so if you find anything wrong with the writing, don't be afraid to say so and I'll fix it. I know this is a little on the short side, but I'll work on it! By the way, I wrote this with Google Docs, so I will be using a lot of dividers to keep the paragraphs separate.
Meta Knight awoke to something jumping on him. Being jumped on wasn't necessarily the best way to be woken up for him, so he tried to ignore it as much as he could; eventually, however, he couldn't take it anymore. Eyes still shut, he blindly felt for his mask and put it on before he opened his eyes to a face full of poyoing pink. "Morning, Mena Kni, poyo," Kirby chirruped, bounding off the bed.
"You're up early, little one," Meta Knight chuckled, getting off himself. "You didn't wake Sword and Blade in your rampage over here?" Kirby shook his head, took the knight's hand, and began dragging him towards the door. "Sword training this early in the morning? Alright, as long as we stop to get a bite to eat first."
"Food poyo, food poyo!" Kirby exclaimed. "Pancakes, poyo?"
"You want pancakes? Fine, we can get pancakes just this once." As Kirby and Meta Knight sauntered out of the apartment, a certain masked puffball darted in the closing door.
"Y-You actually mean it, Sir? Our knighting ceremony?" Sword exclaimed, sitting up on his bed.
"Of course. You two have earned it, what with working so hard around the castle all day." Meta Knight replied in a calm voice.
"Sir, are you sick? Your voice sounds a little… weird. And even though I really don't want to say this, if you need to put off our knighting ceremony for a later day, we wouldn't mind." Blade said. "I know you slept very late last night, sir."
"No, I feel fine. If you would like, we could do it now. The king is waiting."
"Dedede? Do we have to put up with that annoying penguin during the greatest day of our lives?"
"Even if you feel that way, knighting ceremonies are always conducted under the presence of a king, and though Dedede may not act like the responsible leader he is supposed to be, he is still a king by name."
"Alright. Let's get on with it and hope that Dedede doesn't interfere any more than necessary." The three knights left their room with a flourish and headed towards the throne room. Halfway there, Meta Knight suddenly stopped.
"Sir? Why did you stop?" Blade asked. "Have you forgotten your sword or something?"
"No, Blade. I just remembered that I must check in with the king before doing this. You two keep walking and I'll meet you at the throne room."
"Alright, whatever you say, sir." Sword and Blade continued walking as Meta Knight turned into a small hallway and ran off.
"Well, how'd it go, Escargon?" Dedede asked when the doors opened. "Are those two knight students of Meta Knight's coming?"
"I thought for sure they had found me out. They asked if I was sick." the snail sighed, taking off the fake mask. "Being Meta Knight is harder than I thought it would be. His body's so round, I have to tuck my tail in whenever I walk! It's real uncomfortable, especially since he's supposed to have all this heavy armor too."
"They believed you in the end, right? 'Cause that's the only thing that matters! And you still got that fake sword I ordered from Nightmare Enterprises?"
"The sword hasn't left my sight ever since I received it. As for his students, yes, they believed me. I told them to meet me here. I'm sure they went off in the right direction and they should be coming really soon."
"Sir? Have you checked in with His Majesty yet?" Sword's enthusiastic voice came in through the doors, along with some pounding.
"They're here!" Escargon gasped. "I didn't realize they'd come so quickly!"
"Since they're already here, put that mask of yours on and start acting like Meta Knight already! That's the whole reason we brought 'em here!" Dedede ranted as Escargon picked up the mask from where he had dropped it and attached it to his head.
"Sword, Blade, you may come in. I have checked with His Highness, and he agrees to your ceremony." The double doors were pushed open and Sword and Blade came bounding into the room, wrapped up in their excitement. They were finally going to become real knights; this was the day they had dreamed for.
"Sword, do you vow to defend Dreamland and His Majesty King Dedede, and to protect those who are weaker than you?"
"I do, Sir Meta Knight. And I promise to do you proud when I'm a knight!"
"I'm sure you will. Accept your new title as a knight and wear it with pride. Sword, you shall now be known as Sir Sword Knight." Meta Knight lifted Galaxia and tapped it upon Sword's shoulders. At the touch, the former knave's eyes glowed red from beneath his helmet and stood calmly. The ceremony was gone through again with Blade, and when Galaxia had been sheathed, the two knights stood ready to obey orders.
"The process has been completed, Your Majesty. They'll now do whatever you wish, sire."
"Good! You did your job well, Escargon." Dedede motioned for a troop of Waddle Dees to roll out a series of elemental cannons that had come along with the fake sword, mask, and armor that he had ordered. "Now, I want you two to take the ice and water cannons and clobber Kirby. The annoying pink pest should be out training with the armored blue puff, Meta Knight, at Whispy Woods. Heard their plans earlier."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sword and Blade grabbed the appropriate cannons and darted out of the throne room. When they were gone, Dedede chuckled. "This plan is de-de-delightful! Meta Knight and Kirby will never know what hit 'em!"
"Please, sire, enough with the puns."