WARNING: This fanfiction contains major spoilers for the game Kirby's Return to Dreamland. Do not continue if you wish to preserve your experience with this game, then please do not continue.
WARNING!: This fanfiction contains shipping, but does not contain any references to X rated material. Please do not flame if you disagree with any portrayed shipping. ADDITIONAL WARNING: This story takes place between the games KRtDL and the Anniversary Collection.
DISCLAIMER: OCsCantDance does not own the rights to Kirby or any elements of the series. Kirby and all its rights belong to HAL Laboratories.
Drowning. Magolor was drowning, in a sea of black, opaque ooze. The feeling was familiar, and sickening at that. Out of his muck-choked throat, the Halcandrian barely choked a shout out.
"K-Kirby! Help!" He shrieked. It was no use. The dark matter enveloping him had provided a barrier for all sound.
Magolor sank farther and farther into the shadowy substance as he felt his body being crushed by the pressure. He wouldn't last this much longer. Soon enough, the dark matter would take his life, snuffing his light out like a candle.
"Kirby!" Magolor continued his screaming. He was frightened. His heart was beating fast and he felt like that same organ was being ripped straight from his tiny chest.
Magolor awoke from his nightmarish slumber in a groggy stupor. The Lor had taken the time to wake him up as she was flying through space, and her console was emitting a harsh beeping sound, as if done specifically to wake the royal blue Halcandrian up.
"Thank you, Lor." Magolor spoke quietly and weakly, blinking as much sleep as he could from his yellow eyes.
The Lor whirred and hummed a bit in response to its master's words.
"No, just a bad dream. I promise."
The blue spaceship clicked, console pulling up a map. It displayed on said map a round, five-pointed star, yellow and beautiful. Two rings sat in the orbit of the planet, content to be where they were.
"Alright… Go ahead and land, Lor."
Dreamland was calm as always as Kirby lazed about the Cookie Country. Warm, inviting, and breezy, the eternally sunny section of Popstar invited happy feelings to those resting inside of it. A few Waddle Dees drifted along with the wind's flower-scented path, parasols filled up with the same air blowing them along. Kirby waved to them softly.
Above the Dreamlandians, an enormous, five-pronged rift opened. It flickered in and out of existence, spreading an abhorring mottled glow about the area. Shakily, a large ship exited the rift, forcing the star-like portal to stabilize, if only temporary. The ship was blue and massive, possessing wings of an angelic white, which stabilized its descent. This ship was familiar to the now observing pink star warrior: The Lor Starcutter.
Kirby quickly rushed towards the warp star he had arrived to Cookie Country in, hopping on and flying said transportation device due south to where the Lor was now crashing, once more, as it had one year prior.
Magolor weakly stirred from his sickness-driven sleep once more. The Halcandrian knew he was getting weaker. He brought his gaze up to the console of the Lor, and his breath caught dead in his throat. The display showed the number of darkened energy spheres, and it wrought terror in the Halcandrian.
As he processed the extreme amount and felt his pulse go cold, Magolor realized he had but one week to live.