Chapter 1:
*Note... I created this story because I have noticed that all the stories related to Kirby characters leaking into the real world are often abandoned and never finished. I have read many of them and always end the same... unfinished leaving readers like me frustrated. The following story is a fan-fiction I though of after I finished the Kirby Right Back At Ya' series. This is my first Fanfic so please enjoy!
*I do not own Meta Knight or any other characters other than the humans Involved.
It was pitch black when I awoke, but I still managed to see through my sleepy haze to see the clock mounted on the wall, I could just make out what it said. It read 2:00 Am. I got up from my bed, leaving it a wreak, though, I didn't really care, I'd return soon enough. I Opened my bedroom door, only to find nothing but darkness. I was very cautious not to make too much noise, ensuring I don't wake my mother and brother who share a room with me.
My family lives in a old run down apartment building; me, my brother and mother sleep in one room, and my father in the living room. It only has one bedroom, but after making some investments in buying a medium size TV, and other luxuries over the years, it's enough.
I silently peaked into the living room, trying to find out my fathers sleeping figure within shadows that engulfed his bed. There was nothing.
He must still be at work, I thought. My father mostly works two jobs, making it hard for him to come home sometimes. In many instances, he's forced to go with only one to two hours of sleep due to the fact he has to be the one to open the restaurant he works in. I already knew that it would be harder for him to get home today anyways, with it being Saturday, and... this being the first day of spring break.
After confirming my suspicions I slowly started to retreat back into my room. The kitchen was located straight across from the hall, with no wall or door separated it from the living room. I squinted as my eyes started to adjust to the blackness of the night. I slowly put on my glasses so that I would able to see, luckily I remembered to take them with me, being able to see used to make me less afraid of the dark when I was younger, it still does now.
A small light radiated from the kitchen, illuminating the area around it. The fridge door had been left open, it seemed. I pondered this, I had been the last one to open it while getting a midnight snack, and I was certain that I had closed it. After returning my gaze to the fridge, I finally noticed a small figure lurking just below it. I then decided to get a closer look and then proceeded to making my way behind the figure.
The floorboards in the old apartment always squeaked every time you walked, no matter where you stepped. Though for some reason, even with my slight weight problem, I was always able to make my way through the house without making the slightest sound.
I liked to use this gift to my advantage, sometimes to scare my family when bored. My dad was my victim most of the times. No one never really knew why I was that great at stealth, and sometimes I wished I wasn't. It would get me into trouble, and had almost gotten me a knife to the face from scaring my dad in the kitchen once. Though, this was an exception to that.
After a few breathless seconds I was finally behind the figure, it seemed to be looking intensely at the label on a cup of yogurt.
"If you need help looking for something specific, I think I might be able to help," I said icily.
The figure quickly turned around, startled by my voice. But he wasn't the only one, after one glance of his face, I was the one left speechless.
His mask hid his emotions, though you could tell from his stance that he was still in shock. His cape came to a fluttering stop behind him again, allowing me to get a small glimpse of a sword's holster. His dark blue skin made it hard for me to see another features about him other than his bright yellow eyes and pointed shoulder pads.
"Met- Meta Knight?" My eyes widened as his name suddenly escaped my lips. I stood there paralyzed a moment longer. I couldn't believe it, it was HIM, but how? He exists in Kirby's world, a video game world, not ours, yet here he was, in the flesh.
Then, without a second to spare, he quickly took whatever was in his hand and escaped out our balcony, which I just noticed was open, which was probably the way he got inside in the first place. I rushed after him as he jumped off, I was left looking down towards the alley below when I reached the edge, only to find nothing.
He was gone...