So… here's a new story! I had this idea one day, but couldn't see any way to make it fit into HnK:NE, so I put it into a new story! Now, Forget everything I have written about the characters previously. Other than the canon parts. In this story, Kirby is a bit more mature (But he doesn't really swear at all, so you don't have to worry about that) and I write his friends differently from the other stories. Dedede is smarter (but still as clumsy) Meta Knight is more withheld and quiet, and Bandanna Dee… is exactly the same. If a little bit easier to piss off. So, I hope you enjoy!

Also, this story is based off a tumblr ask blog, the pink detective kirby (add hyphens between the words, you know these things: "-" I can't write the name with those in otherwise it will mess the chapter up) which is a marvelous blog with I suggest you follow if you have tumblr. Check it out if you want more background on this story. It's based off a German comic about Kirby being a detective. Go figure.

Chapter One: Attempted Murder

Kirby sat on the edge of his bed, looking outside the window. It was a calm night and he had a particularly good view of the moon and stars, and was taking a moment to appreciate them while practicing his carol singing before Christmas, which was less than a month away.

It was quite peaceful. Not a sound to be heard but his own breathing and singing, and a beautiful sight outside as the moon glimmered down on the fresh snow. Not to mention the delicious smell of gingerbread cookies in his kitchen, for the day after.

He sighed with contentment, but his moment of serenity was interrupted when he noticed some light footsteps and the rustling of fabric behind him. He turned to see what it was, but couldn't see anything.

"Must be imagining things." He mumbled to himself.

He turned back to the window, yawning a bit. He decided that he would be going to sleep soon, as soon as he finished singing one last song.

Despite popular belief, Kirby actually had a really nice voice, and was very good at singing. With the Mike ability was a different story, but without it...

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open-"

Creeeeak!

"... Sleigh?"

Kirby looked back again, but once more saw nothing. He shrugged and turned back again, but this time saw he didn't get back to singing.

Before he even got the chance to think, he felt something hard hit the back of his head with a clank! sound. And before he could even say anything, he slumped forwards and blacked out.

...

"Ki... By... Kir... By... Kirby, please, wake up!"

Kirby's light blue eyes fluttered open, only to close again at the bright light above him.

The first thing he noticed about where he was is that it was definitely not his room. Even if Tokkori had opened the windows and turned on the lights in the middle of the day, it wouldn't be that bright. Was he dead? Also, it smelt like... Disinfectant. Like a hospital.

The other thing he noticed when he finally managed to open his eyes was the bandages on his paw and the ones around his waist. These ones were stained with blood. What happened...?

And then, it hit him. The pain. It was like he was stabbed in the side of his stomach, and it felt like his paw had been burnt. It was horrible. Also, he had a massive headache in the back of the head.

He winced at the pain and tried to get up, but something or someone pinned him down. It was a cloudy silhouette, and he couldn't make it out. A familiar voice spoke in a worried tone.

"No, don't sit up! You'll hurt yourself! Lie down..."

He could recognize that voice anywhere, and soon the cloudy silhouette became a clear shape.

"... Bandanna Dee?"

"Oh NOVA, you remember my name, thank goodness." Bandanna smiled, letting him go. "Yes, yes it's me, it's alright, I'm here."

Bandanna Dee gently grabbed and squeezed Kirby's unharmed paw tightly, but not tightly enough for it to hurt. Kirby felt a wave of relief rush over him. He wasn't dead. So then... Where was he?

"Bandy, what happened?"

"A-as far as we can tell, you were knocked out from behind, and then stabbed in the side. Another person tried to use magic to burn the wound so it wouldn't heal, but missed and got your paw instead. I think they were trying to kill you. You're in the castle's medical clinic now."

"Oh." Kirby looked down at his bandages. That made sense. Sort of. He sighed, looking up again.

"B-But, Bandanna, who would want to kill me?"

"Who would?" Bandanna repeated. "I don't know... The Dark Matter league, Nightmare and his demon beasts, um... Drawcia and her sister and... The... Squeaks?"

"Oh." Kirby mumbled again. "That's a lot of people."

"Trust me, that's not even half of them." Bandanna muttered.

There was soon a knock on the door. Bandanna turned to it, still holding Kirby's paw.

"It seems like you have some guests. Would you like to let them in?"

"Yes, please."

The Waddle Dee hopped off the bed and opened the door. In came three very familiar faces; Meta Knight, Dedede and Tokkori.

The yellow canary instantly flew to the puffball and hovered above his head.

"Oh my NOVA, Kirby, are you alright?! I can't believe someone would do this to you!"

He landed on top of Kirby's head as Meta Knight and Dedede walked in.

"Are you alright, Kirby?" Meta asked. "You took quite a beating."

"I swear, when we find who did this," Dedede muttered, rubbing his temple. "He will wish he was never born."

Kirby sighed, smiling.

"I'm fine, you guys. Considering I could be dead by now, I'm feeling pretty good."

"Listen, Kirby, I'm going to go speak to the doctor." Bandanna said. "I'll be back soon."

He left, leaving the three in the room. Dedede sat on the end of the bed.

"If only there was something we could do about it... Who knows what this guy might be doing now?!"

"Actually, I think we can do something." Tokkori smiled. "Kirby, remember those Dick Tracy comics you were reading?"

"Who?" Meta asked.

"Dick Tracy." Dedede answered with a smile. "He's a fictional detective."

"Yeah! And I'm going to take his place today!" Kirby smiled, getting up and standing on the bed, making Tokkori fly off his head. "T.K., grab me a hat of some sort!"

The little bird flew out, and soon came back with a fedora. Kirby put it on.

"I, Detective Kirby, will find out who attempted to murder me, if it's the last thing I do!" He proclaimed.

"And I'll be your assistant!" Dedede smiled, standing up. "'Nick' Dedede!"

"And we're going to work together to find out the murderer!" They cheered together.

Outside, Bandanna Dee shook his head.

"Those idiots."