I do not own Kirby characters in this story, as much as I wish I did. Enjoy!
Meta Knight walked up to a rusty gate. As he approached, the gate swung open, and then broke off its hinges and fell with a clang. He stopped, feeling nervous, and noticed a sign that was hanging by one chain above the entrance. He tried to read it, but it was in a language he couldn't recognize. So he walked ahead into…a cemetery. Meta Knight stopped again to take in his surroundings. Time and weather had caused the graves in front of him to crumble. Most had crumbled enough so that he couldn't read some of the names. The grass was unkempt and dying. 'How appropriate,' Meta Knight thought and began to move forward again. It wasn't until then that he realized he had no idea where he was going. But his feet seemed to know, because he couldn't stop until he was in the back corner of the cemetery. There, he saw three graves lined up in a row. He looked at them and was able to make out the names. The one in the corner was Jecra's, Knuckle Joe's father. The one in the middle was Garlude's, Sirica's mother. The last one in the row was Sir Arthur, leader of the Star Warriors. Meta Knight looked down and realized he was carrying a wreath with white flowers dotting the edge in his left hand. Cautiously, he reached over and placed it on Jecra's grave. He tensed, but nothing happened. Exhaling, he withdrew his hand. But before he could get it away from the grave, a dirt- encrusted hand shot out from the ground and latched itself onto Meta Knight's wrist and began to pull. Shocked, Meta Knight leaned back and tried to yank himself free. But the decomposing hand held on tight. Thinking fast, he reached down and pulled out his sword, Galaxia. But before he could use it, Galaxia disintegrated, leaving Meta Knight with only a hilt. Desperately, he tried to beat the hand with the stub, but the hand just pulled even harder-
Meta Knight woke up with a yelp and yanked his left arm away from the bony hand that was never there. Gasping, he looked over at his accomplices, Sword Knight and Blade Knight, who were snoring peacefully in their beds. With a sigh, he looked over at the clock on his bedside table. It was 3:13 in the morning. Deciding to get up for the day, Meta Knight reached over his clock and picked up his mask. He put it on and then went to go get the rest of his armor.
Once he finished getting dressed, Meta Knight went to the kitchen. He wasn't exactly hungry, but he had a few hours before work started and he didn't feel like sleeping again, especially not after that nightmare. He thought about his nightmare as he poked around in the refrigerator. It didn't seem like some of his usual nightmares. Then he grinned. He supposed his subconscious was getting sick of flashbacks and had decided to create a new nightmare. His eyes glowed pink, then turned back to amber as he shut the refrigerator. None of the food in there had caught his interest. So he just went off to make himself some tea.
Meta Knight sat down at the dining room table with his cup and raised his mask so he could sip it. Sword and Blade were still sleeping, so he didn't have any problems with taking off his mask at the moment. Of course, Sword and Blade knew what he looked like, but he preferred not to remind people he wasn't as threatening-looking underneath his mask. He put down his cup and stared into it, lost in his thoughts…
Suddenly, there was a creak that came from behind him. He looked over to find that their front door was opening. He stood up, confused and suspicious. He was pretty sure nobody had knocked, and he was bewildered to even find that somebody besides him was up this late. He put his hand on his sword as he waited to see who would come in.
The door stopped opening, and then Meta Knight saw a figure slip into the room. He couldn't make out much, as the room was still dark, but he could tell from the brief moment that the figure had been in the light that the person had spiky blonde hair and a mask.
"Who's there?" Meta Knight called out. He heard a faint rasping, but no response. Meta Knight pulled out Galaxia.
"All right, I want whoever just walked into the room to come into the light with their hands raised!" There was still no response. Meta Knight walked into the kitchen and took a flashlight out from one of the drawers. He clicked it on and shone it around the room. Nobody was in the kitchen. He left and went into the dining room. He shone it around the room, and the beam of light glinted on something metal before the metal thing disappeared before it could be seen.
"Hey, wait!" Meta Knight called out, and as soon as he did there was a loud CRASH. He pointed the flashlight in the direction the thing had gone. It fell upon a corner of the room, where the person had accidently rammed into the wall. It bounced off and found itself in the light. What Meta Knight saw nearly made him drop the flashlight.