Bowser and Dedede
Chapter 1: The Friendless King
"Paint me like one of your French girls," Dedede said as he lay seductively on the grassy fields.
"No." Adeline responded dryly, removing her paintbrush from her canvas and leaving a Dedede shaped white space in the middle of her painting. There was an awkward silence for about thirty seconds before Adeline folded up her easel and picked up her canvas and walked off, carrying them in a small green satchel she'd brought with her. She headed off with no sound but an annoyed inaudible murmur.
Dedede scrambled to his feet and hurried after her "hey, wait up!" He yelled
Even though she was only a couple dozen feet away from him; by the time he caught up with her he was breathless and panting with effort. He tried to speak but didn't have the breath and instead stopped for a second to breathe while holding up a finger to request that Adeline wait. After a few minutes Dedede finally spoke, still huffing slightly.
"So, huff, where're you heading then?" He asked
"home. It's getting dark and I don't want to risk having to fight any monsters," she responded. Dedede nodded, it was common knowledge that dreamland was once inhabited by many monsters, Kirby had managed to drive them into hiding but wasn't able to defeat them all so they instead flooded the shadows at night.
"How about I escort you there then?" offered Dedede "I doubt you'd make it home before it gets fully dark."
"True." Adeline responded, "but if I went with you and we encountered any monsters you'd probably throw me at them and run away." She scowled bitterly. Dedede blushed and laughed nervously
"yeah. I guess you're right." He admitted as she walked away, leaving him alone in the last rays of the rapidly setting sun. He sighed, knowing how sad it must look: a great king trying to befriend the little girl-friend of his once arch enemy. The truth was, he needed friends. Most of the townsfolk shunned him for his previous actions and so he had decided to try befriending Kirby's friends, as Kirby was the only one who tolerated him. However, it seemed even that wasn't working
Suddenly, Dedede perked up, he remembered the bombs he had hidden in Whispy's forest for some devious acts to cheer him up at a time like this. If he left now and hurried he could probably make it to Whispy's forest by nightfall and be ready to cause some mischief by morning. So off he went, dashing towards Whispy's forest at full speed against the beautiful backdrop of the sinking sun.
He had to stop numerous times to catch his breath, by the time he reached Whispy's forest it was so dark he could barely see his own hand in front of him. Luckily, Whispy Woods acted as a guardian to the forest and prevented most monsters from getting in, so he was relatively safe. He had had the foresight to know he would probably be looking for his bombs in the dark, and so marked the spot he buried them with a stick. It only just occurred to him, though, that there were quite a few sticks in the forest, and he couldn't see most of them in this darkness. Nonetheless he still searched, scouring across the ground and feeling any sticks then digging for his bombs. It was a long and tedious process and Dedede had no idea how long it would take.
Dedede outstretched himself to check the ground in front of him. Nothing. He appeared to be on the edge of a ditch. He tried to stand back up but the dirt was uneven and he slipped, cascading down the ditch like a boulder. He reached the bottom and his head clanged against some sort of metallic object, his vision began to blur and eventually he fell onto his back. His eyes closed and he fell unconscious.