Fearless Friends
Chapter One: Cliché Beginnings
K.K. was bored. Ever since his accident, losing his body and having it switched with that of a recently deceased Kirby, life had been occurring slowly. But however, in actuality, if even one meager thing was to be perhaps conceived as a surplus to his administrative natue and occasionally blunt appearance it was his carefree personality and childish, but overly cautious actions that allowed him to be so laidback and collected.
If all said was taken into account, K.K. would never have to make a first impression.
But he didn't care even remotely about any of that.
What he cared about was his holiday.
K.K. sat in bed, playing his Flipnote Hatena. Because he had no opposable thumbs, it was kinda difficult to animate. But it was ok. People understood. He was going on holiday tomorrow, anyway! He wouldn't have a care in the world. All his friends were coming with him...his sisters, his brothers, his pals, and even agreed to bring his arch-rival Kaix along. Yes-ir-ee, this was gonna be one good holiday, he thought.
If only he knew.