... I decided to get this out, just for the heck of it. Kirby has seemed to be my shakiest subject, so if you don't like it, tell me.
Alone.
Waiting.
Alone.
These thoughts traveled through Dark Matter's mind. He was alone. Waiting. Alone. There was nothing to interest him.
Kirby, the little ball of portable Hell, had defeated him once again. That pink puffball had really packed a punch.
Dark matter floated around his arena. He didn't understand why he couldn't leave. He tried, but some force kept him tied to his home. It was if he was created to mindlessly fight kirby every day. It reminded him...
Chains...
It was like chains had bound him to the area. To fight. To attempt. To get killed...
Why? Why do I do this? Why am I bound... Why am I bound to the dark? A feeling... Of alone. The dark... It keeps me. Away... Away from the light. Is that it? Can I not stand the light? Is it... Deadly? Or was I just created... For fight. For violence.
Dark matter started to cry. It was strange to him... The feeling of tears.
The feeling of blood...
Blood was not new to Dark matter. He had shed it many times.
Everyone always thought that kirby was the best... That kirby was the hero... But all he did was kill. Kill helpless enemies...
Created by me...
No more excuses. Dark matter was bad. But in a different way.
Alone.
Why was he here? He didn't like it. It was cold, and unsettling. It was scary for him.
Waiting.
It almost reminded him of a child. A child scared of the dark. Too bad he had his chance. To be free. To live. To have company.
Alone.
I know, it was short, but hey! It's a one-shot. It was meant to be short, anyway.
I hope you like what I'm doing now. Please tell me what you think of this story.