Chapter 1- Discovery
"Blah blah blah bananas. Blah blah blah cereal." Kirby grumbled, dragging a shopping basket behind him and glancing at his list. "I hate shopping. Why is it my job anyways?"
"Blah blah blah milk." Kirby inflated himself and flew up to reach the 2 milk, dropping it in the shopping basket with the other foods. "The end," Kirby dragged it to the register.
Hearing a scraping noise, the man at the register looked up. "Who's there?" He asked dully.
"Over here." Kirby complained, waving his short arms. The man at the register looked rapidly back in forth, but couldn't find the source of the voice.
"Down here!" Kirby snapped, and the man looked down, blinking at the short, circular pink puffball buying groceries. Blinking, the man checked him out, watching Kirby until he passed through the doors, and burst into laughter.
"Stupid groceries," Kirby whined. "I want to go home. I don't like it here. What's this place called? Oh yeah, World-of-the-Humans."
Stalking to the apartment he rented a few blocks down the road, Kirby was complaining too much to watch where he was going. If he had been more careful, he would have noticed another pink fluff ball doing something similar.
"Stupid stupid…" Kirby began.
"Loser loser…" The other puffball began.
Neither of them finished their sentences. Both of them smashed into each other, groceries scattering everywhere.
"You broke my eggs!" Sure enough, there were egg whites and shells plastered on the ground and on her.
"At least you're not covered with milk! And I don't even like the stuff!" Kirby accused. Then he stopped, seeing the other puffball for the first time.
She stopped too, noticing that Kirby looked similar in appearance to her. "What're you looking at?" She snapped.
"Where are you from?" Kirby asked her, brushing some of the milk of him.
"Dreamland, why?"
"Me too."
"You must be one of those puffball critters, like me." The girl complained, brushing an egg shell from her tuft of pink hair between two cat-like ears.
"How funny to, erm, run into you, here." Kirby replied.
"Well, I moved here after those loser Dreamland slugs decided I was a loser and therefore I left. Why take abuse I don't deserve?" She questioned him. Kirby shrugged.
"At least nobody here bothers me too much. We puffballs don't seem to matter too much." Kirby pointed out, and the girl nodded.
"Isn't it too good to be true?" Kirby nodded. "What's your name…?"
"I'm Karen, and you are…?"
"Kirby, nice to meet you." Kirby shook her hand.
"I'd better get going," Karen told him. "I need to get these eggs off of me before I get salmonella or something." Kirby nodded again.
"I'll see you around."
"I'll be hard to miss." Karen snorted. Kirby waved, before collecting his still usable groceries, and continuing on. Neither Kirby nor Karen did it intentionally, but neither of them were muttering under their breath as they made their way home.
Kirby was silent in awe. Everywhere he went, he had been told that no other of his species existed. Well, Karen had proved them all wrong. Kirby absentmindedly wondered if people told her the same thing.
For once, Kirby felt like continuing to live in his apartment, and he wasn't tempted to call his friend in Dreamland and arrange for a way to get out of this place. Maybe the city wasn't so bad after all.
Kirby put the cereal in the cabinet and the bananas in the refrigerator. The milk, of course, was thrown away. Kirby took a wet towel and washed himself down to get rid of the smell of spoiling milk and of eggs.
What an interesting day, Kirby told himself after throwing the towel in the hamper.
I met another of my kind, and a female at that, named Karen. What could the people in Dreamland have done to her, though? They never turned against me.
Clearing these thoughts from his mind, Kirby continued his day normally.
Well, almost.
Not a single complaint came to mind, not even when there was a long line for ice cream, or when Kirby had to go back to the store.
What an interesting day.
Maybe the city's not so bad after all.