Hi! Welcome to my fic! Hope you enjoy it! I might put in a few OCS later on... I'm not sure though...

EDIT: 4/10/2013 I forgot something in the end and I added it. I also changed the details slightly and added more thought in Meta Knight's part.

-Memories-

The blue puffball refused to move. "No," he said firmly. "I won't."

The dark figure frowned in dissaproval. "You know quite well your purpose. Kill, and wipe those warriors" the shadow put much hate on the word 'warriors'. "from all existence!"

The indigo ball didn't budge.

"Enough. You will obey." The darkness snapped his fingers.

A splitting pain crossed through the head of the round being and he quickly clenched his gloved hands around it. His two minds; dark and light, fought eachother, to take control. He began to sweat, drops of salty water ran down his face stinging his eyes. "Stop it." he managed to growl.

"No. You should learn how to listen to your creator. I will do it the hard way."

The winged puffball was now down to his 'knees' still grasping his 'head' tightly. Deep breathing came out shaky and unsteady. "No." he murmurred. His eyes flickered from red to yellow, back and forth.

A smirk slowly formed on the dark face of the figure."That's it. Give in already."

Hands were brought into fists. He could barely talk, just yell. Scarlet to gold over and over. Agony continuing, ear shattering screams of pain coming from his mouth. It hurt. It burned. It was pure torture. Bitting down hard on his tounge he was able to silence out his yells, but he bit so hard his mouth was soon filled with red coppery liquid; blood.

The figure's smile grew watching as the rounded creature writher in agony.

The ball heard he and his body cry out in screams that can possibly destory a minor, living organism's ability to hear. N-no. he quietly told himself. No. Don't give in.

But another voice came into his head; an evil cruel voice that always haunted him. 'Deep down you want to kill, murder, destory. You want to hurt many, bring despair to many, lay depression on every being.' The voice hissed.

N-no. The blue being thought once again his mental voice shaking. S-stop coming back.

'Ah, but I am you. I'm part of you. Fact is; you can't be rid of me.' the darker part of him said. You want to see that wonderful crimson hue once again. I'm right aren't I?'

I-I don't. He told the voice. I don't want to! He felt tears of pain and fear building in his eyes.

'But you DO. You long for the enjoyable screams from the ones who suffer, ones that you murder and leave to die. You hunger for it.'

"No... NO!"

The puffball felt himself losing consciousness. His vision blurred, heavy breathing was the only sound he can now be able to make, his heart thumped loudly in his 'chest'. The only colors he was able to see was his eyes, red and yellow until it settled on a deep red. He was no longer in control. Someone else was moving him like a puppet. The only things he could think now was; Blood, kill, murder.

"Finally. For practice go kill that little girl." The figure gestured towards a young female star warrior keeping watch in the distance.

The ball turned and sneaked towards the star warrior. Stopping he wielded a silver blade and continued foward. As he approached the girl's back he slashed at her with his sword. But as he did so the young warrior flipped around and met at his weapon with her sword causing a 'CLANG' as they made contact. She was strong. But he was stronger. That was fact. Swiftly he jumped back and seemed to blend in with the shadows. The young female's expression became worry. He smirked. She couldn't see him; he knew that without a doubt. Perfect. The puffball thought. He seemed to materialize out of thin air with the edge of his sword against her neck.

"Heh." he snickered. "Not so strong now are you?"

She couldn't answer. Her words stuck in her she-warrior felt the icy metal burn her neck feeling the cold spread across her body. Her neck stiffened. She felt her breathing quicken. She wished she could somehow get away from this demon. She didn't want to die here. Not break her promise of returning to her family. Tears tore at her eyes. She tried to stay still, but she shook in fear. The freezing blade was pushed deeper in her neck. "

"You know you are going to die." whispered a cold cruel voice from behind her.

I'm going to die. She thought. I don't want to face death. The word echoed in her ears. Death. Death. Death. Death.

The metal cut into her throat. She wanted to scream; yet no sound came out. She choked on her blood. She couldn't breathe, spots danced in front of her eyes. She would never again see her family, never fulfill her promise. So many regrets during death. So many. She felt her eyes close, tears falling from then, and felt no more.

The puffball fell to the ground and the darkness stopping controlling him. It's over. he thought. Thank Nova.

The cruel voice entered his mind again. 'Don't be so sure. Turn around. See what you have done.'

Wait, I did something? The voice didn't answer back. He turned slightly and saw a drop of red and he flipped his head around eyes closed shut. He was too scared to look. He was frightened of blood. Especially if he's the one who caused it.

Invisble hands turned him around and opened his eyes. 'You can't run away from your crimes.'

Nothing could compare to what he saw, nothing more heartbreaking; A young female warrior eyes closed tears glistening on her cheeks, the color out of her face making it pale, crimson liquid shinining on her neck still dripping onto the ground. A pained, sad look on her face. A long gash across her cheek. He watched as another drop of blood rolled off her neck.

'Now look how much pain you caused.'

He couldn't belive it. He did this? He looked down at his hands, his gloves were stained with fresh blood. He looked beside him, his sword was covered with blood.

'You see? It's all true. You killed her.' The voice whispered.

Turning back to the girl his eyes were full of tears. Why was I born like this?! He asked himself. "Why!?" he screamed to the nothingness. "WHY!?"

Golden eyes shot open piercing the darkness. Meta Knight shook himself awake. Sweat dotted his face, his breaths were shallow.

It was just a dream. He told himself. A nightmare.

He thought a second his eyes becoming emerald. He knew Nightmare sends nightmares. And... that puffball... was so familiar, too familiar.

Wait. Meta Knight told himself. Nightmare is gone. Kirby defeated him.

His thoughts went silent and only the rustling of trees were heard.

But... If Nightmare was gone; how could he get a nightmare? Does that mean Nightmare wasn't truly gone? He wasn't destroyed? Was it true that he, Meta Knight, had once murdered?

He did not know. Not for sure at least.

It was still night, the moon shining through the window, stars twinkling in the dark sky, but he was too shaken to go back to sleep. He didn't want to see that picture again. Not anymore. Not the innocent girl killed. Yet he was still was tired. He tried to keep his eyes open, stay up until morning when Nightmare can't send bad dreams, but his vision was enclosed in darkness.

WHOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO! I FINALLY GOT RID OF MOST OF MY STRESS! Too bad I didn't get rid of it all though... But it's pretty good. No trolling. Maybe a few pointers. Hmm. Maybe the blue puffball gave in too early...

I'm not sure is Meta would actually forget what he looks like under his mask... Unless he doesn't think about it at ALL.