This is my first ever fan fiction. To be honest, I have no solid idea as to a plot line as of yet. I just started writing. But for now, everything is being played by ear. And I can't guarantee regular updates, but I will try when I have the time (and an idea). However, I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their respected... Well, owners.
The resounding boom shook the very foundations of the mansion, and rattled the windows in their panes. White light flooded in from the widows, behind the thick drawn curtains, briefly illuminating the Northern Hall. Long shadows were cast where the light did not reach from the wall scones, overhead hanging lights, and under the windows and curtains. The round, eight inched, pink puffball with large red feet, and bright, scared blue eyes stumbled, and gasped in surprise. Kirby's prominent foot had caught in the thick carpet along the hall floor from the sudden noise and light. He gasped again as the weight of his load shifted, and he quickly moved to re-balance it. His load consisted of a whole cheesecake, a plate of brownies, three cheeseburgers, several cups of chocolate pudding, a leg of honey glazed ham, three pinto boxes, a large slice of cheddar cheese, several chicken legs... And on top of all that was a large tub of vanilla chocolate swirl ice cream, a box of chocolate, a strawberry milkshake, a bowl of chicken flavored ramen, and an apple... The food rose above the slightly ovular Kirby into a tower; tilting and swaying with the ever present danger of falling. A light midnight snack for the Star Warrior. He was trying to cut back due to complaints from the others. Once the load was stable, the pink puff ball looked high to his towering load before letting out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. After having shortly reopened his eyes to see, then did he begin to make his way carefully back to his room.
The rain hammered down on the window panes, and the only true source of light was the occasional flash of lighting. Kirby could tell he was nearing his room, the latest flash from outside highlighted a large discoloration in the wall to his left, and a connecting hall to his right. The large patch job happened a few days back when a Koopa King somehow managed to annoy, and wear down an iron willed bounty huntress's patients. The result was that the poor king was blasted down the hall, crashing into, and through the wall in a shower of paint and dry wall with all the grace of two ton, runaway truck. Not being able to see ahead of himself do to his mountain of food, he had to relay such 'markers' and instinct to find his room of residence. He was also keeping his mind preoccupied with enjoying the food he was soon going to divulge in... Yup, nice, yummy food in his nice, safe, well lit room. Nope, not in a large, open dark hallway in the middle of the night with a thunderstorm pounding the mansion outside... No long spooky shadows moving about the walls and floor with every crack, and flash of light... It was a few moments before he noticed his pace had quickened, and slowed down to a stop, his tower of condiments swaying slightly from the action. Blue eyes looked nervously from side to side, he swallowed and began his slow pace forward again.
After a time, he made it to the end of the hall, where it turned to the right. The turn in the hall was exceptionally dark due to the lack of windows, fading until it was pitch black at the end of said hall. The first few feet, led to the first door to the Northern Rooms. Kirby only took a glance at the dark hall, gulped, and slowly turned to head up it... And so that the food was before him, and blocking the darkness of the hall's length... Having much preferred to look at his food instead. We walked slowly forward, passing the first door with low door knob, as well as one at a regular hight. The door was also marked with what looked to be an eggplant with eyes, or maybe it was a chilly pepper. (Whatever it was, it was food. Maybe he should have grabbed that purple thing in the fridge's crisper...) There was also a distinct chill emanating from the door as well. The occupant sister and brother, Nana and Popo must have the air conditioner on high tonight.
Passing the Ice Climber's room, he turned his sight back to an opposite door, with no mark. One of the yet-to-arrive Newcomer's room. He had only a few doors left to pass until his room, and smiled in anticipation, increasing his pace. Eagerness to be in comfortable confines slowly getting the better of his concern for dropping his load. He passed two more doors, One marked with a circular emblem, with a bolt of perpendicular lightning resting across it. The other door was marked with a 'M', and a sword facing hilt down through the center of it. Samus's, and Meta Knight's room. His smile grew, as his attention shifted between the two doors. He knew the next few feet would bring him to a door with a star emblem, his room. He emitted a happy sound, though it was quiet, afraid to stir the occupants of the other rooms. He trotted happily, and carefully the last few feet to his door next to Meta's. This door, like Nana and Popo's, had a low door knob as well. Setting his wobbly tower down with care on the thick carpet. Momentarily free of his burden, the round puff reached out and grabbed the handle with a short, round limb, turning and opening the door before pushing it in. As soon as it opened a crack, bright light shone through the opening, and grew more tolerable as the door fully opened, revealing the Warrior's room. Stars hung, suspended from the ceiling, of the circular room, emitting the soft, yet bright glow against an inky black ceiling with swirls of color to form galaxies, and nebula's. The lush green carpet, imitating grass spread the length of the room, and under the star shaped bed at the opposite end of the door. Trees grew up along the walls, with short, flat branches to serve as shelves and holding places for possessions... Or a place to sit possibly.
Happy with himself for leaving the lights on, Kirby turned back to his food tower; However, the sight he met shocked him back, and being top heavy and round, rolled back with a small cry, eyes wide, and feet raised to he air. It wasn't what he had seen, but did not see. Quickly rolling back, and hopping up, he rubbed his eyes. The food was gone! Only the indention from where it had sat was left. He looked around quickly, frowning. Nothing up the hall but darkness, nothing behind him but the short length of hall before the turn... He looked back into his room, nothing had changed in it since opening the door... Looking back to where the food had gone, he slowly reached a pudgy arm out to the spot the food had been. He felt nothing but air, so it wasn't invisible. Where did the food go? Worry now dominated his round features. He was sure he didn't eat it... He would remembered that... Maybe somebody took it? Putting a small limbed arm to his mouth, and pondering the possibilities, he turned around and was met with a physical presence, and two glowing yellow eyes.