Hi.

Look. This is my first fanfiction. I'm not an English fanatic, so cut me some slack if you don't like the grammar or something.

I just enjoy video games. Kirby especially. He's my favorite, and if you play smash ultimate, I was thoroughly thrilled when he's the main character or world of light. He's pretty overpowered. Then I thought, "what if I threw him in a bunch of other things? Other video games. Anime."

Thus, this series was born. I hope that's not too much a push for my first time.

I enjoy fanfiction; that's why I'm doing this. I'm reading a kirby crossover called "kirby in unova" (shoutout go read it its pretty damn good besides kirby being able to talk and being nerfed excessively, also he has a sister which I don't really like), and it's inspiration for this.

Now, some things. For one, I don't enjoy giving kirby a voice. I believe he should stick to his "poyo." It's one of his defining characteristics. But in order to understand him, I have to give him a voice. I'll try not to butcher it as much as I can. Forgive me if I'm too cringy: it's my first time, remember?

Another thing I don't like about some of the good fanfictions i read is that they take forever to post. I now get why. I started writing, and with school and social life, doing this isn't too easy. I'll try to post regularly, but please don't get upset if I don't.

That being said, I have one final word: enjoy.


Chapter one: Introduction

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own, kirby, pokemon, or anything other franchise I might happen to mention here.

If you haven't watched "Kirby Right Back at ya!" I suggest you do. If you don't have time, I understand.

"Human speech"

[kirby speech]

(pokemon speech)


A boy stand in front of a broken house. He is wearing a red tee-shirt, and red and black sweater, black track pants, red and black shoes, and a red scarf that covers half his face. He looks at the broken house with confusion. Not anger. Not sadness. Confusion. The house was fairly well built, so it shouldn't have fallen down. Not that that's all that happened. The walls and roof were broken to pieces, the furniture thrown everywhere, and a large crater in the middle of it all. No natural disasters that the boy had known of had even come close to his house, which explains his confusion. He approaches the crater to find out what's in it. There is a sort of spaceship, like a UFO, but in the shape of a star. It emits a hissing sound, before opening up. There is a pink ball inside.

"No way…" the boy whispers.

It stands up.

"Can you understand me?" the boy asks.

"Poyo," the ball says. But what the boy hears is: [yes. Can you?]

"Yes."

[what's your name?]

"Michael. Are you kirby? Like, the video game?"

[I'm Kirby. But I don't know what video game you're talking about.]


One year later

"Ahhh! I'm late! I missed the bus!"

Michael, on his bike, was going to school at top speed. Wearing the same outfit His backpack hit his back a few times.

[look, just because I'm squishy doesn't mean I don't get hurt by getting hit.]

"Sorry. Couldn't you use your warp star thing?"

[I told you, I left it at home!]

"Fine."

Michael arrived in his classroom just as the first bell went off.

4 hours later

Michael stopped at a grocery store near his school. He stepped in, looked around, and pulled out a watermelon around the size of his backpack.

"Again? You sure you can carry that?" the cashier asked him.

"Look, buddy, I appreciate it, but keep questions to yourself, alright?"
"Sure, pal."

Michael paid, and went into a darkish alley way. Opening his backpack, Kirby hopped out.

[all right. Lunch!]

Swallowing the watermelon whole, kirby let out a little puff of air, then got back into the backpack.

"Look, I would leave you at home if you didn't sack the fridge."

[fair enough.]

Back at home

"Say, Kirby, why do you swallow watermelons whole but eat cup ramen with chopsticks?" Michael wondered.

[I don't know. Why do you drive on parkways but park on driveways?]

"Fine."

Cleaning up, Michael sat on his reclining chair, and put it at a 45 degree angle. Grabbing his remote control, he turned his apple TV on, then switched it to Netflix.

[Is it Pokemon Black and White again?]

"Yeah. why not? It's not like you're gonna tell me to go to bed or something."

Watching old, kid's animes had become a way for Michael and Kirby to wind down and go to sleep, kind of like reading bedtime stories. As they settled in for another episode, they were sound asleep 30 minutes later.

The next morning

"That was a good night's sleep. Kirby, you want your eggs sunny side or scrambled?"

[I'll just take an apple.]

Throwing open the curtains, Michael realized something was very, very wrong.

"Kirby? I think we may have landed inside Pokemon Black and White." Michael said, sweat dropping.

[sorry, say again, it sounded like you said we're in pokemon?]

"I did say it. Don't pretend you can't hear me just because you don't have ears."

[Well, I mean, we might as well enjoy our time here. Lets eat, then see what we can do.]