Meta Knight Oneshots 2 - Knight of Christmas Past
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros Brawl, or anything related to it.
A/N Merry Christmas! {Actually, to be perfectly honest, I've had more hailstorms where I live then anything else…}. Anyway, I wasn't going to write this but I hatched an idea and decided to write this today. I know its short but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Meta Knight casually flew into the castle, treading as silently as he can; it was half 11 at night – Christmas Eve. He had been flying, but it was bitterly cold outside now, and despite not normally feeling the cold, even he was feeling the occasional shiver. He looked with disdain at the Christmas decorations. What was the point? White Christmas? It was merely snow.
As he walked up the stairs, something he saw not pushed him down the stairs. As his mask smashed against the floor, he drew his sword and swung round in a circular motion. Back Flipping up, he pointed his sword directly at the stair case. However, his sword nearly dropped when he saw the source of his 'attack'.
The assailant was… A ghost form of him; sword and all. ''How cliché'' he muttered aloud.
''Do not mock or disbelieve, I am the Knight of Christmas Past'' the Ghost said in a surprisingly eerie voice.
''Isn't there supposed to be three of you, so Gh-Knight of Christmas Future, and, what was the last one?'' asked Meta Knight half-heartedly.
''Present'' answered the 'Ghost'. ''I forgot to give them Christmas Presents, they found out, and well, they stood me up''.
Meta Knight rolled his eyes. ''So, are you going to teleport me to my Christmas Past?'' mocked Meta Knight.
''Yes, I do not understand your mocking tone of question'' replied the Ghost, trying to use some form of complicated structure in his sentence to gain a victory. Or something.
''I have never had a Christmas'' said Meta Knight simply.
''What?'' the Ghost said, staggered.
''Yes, now I don't know who you are, but before I take the chance to get some target practise in my new throwing knife, you will leave'' Meta Knight threatened. He got out his knife with his left hand; his right still clutching his sword which was directly pointed at the 'Ghost', and showed it. He poised to throw.
''I am a Ghost'' replied the Ghost. Or Knight. Or Kirby in disguise. I don't think anyway knows who is. I don't even know myself. Opps, breaking the forth wall. Moving swiftly on.
''You think my knife doesn't have a special coating which allows it to hit Ghosts and kill them?'' Meta Knight asked seriously.
''Your bluffing'' replied the Ghost.
''One, Two, Thr-'' started Meta Knight slowly. Before he could finish, he was knocking over my a familiar hammer. Getting up quickly, he saw the feet of Kirby running up the stairs.
''Ghost Kirby, there's a new one'' muttered Meta Knight. The confused and slightly dazed Knight put his knife back in his cape, and walked up stairs. Luckily, the snow had melted off in his conversation with Kirby, and all that was there was a puddle.
''Hang on, my spare sword!'' Meta Knight growled, finally realizing his replica Galaxia, now his back up sword, was being held by Kirby. Still, it mattered not. He would get back his sword somehow…
He hoped…
A/N 2: Hope you enjoyed - I enjoyed writing it. Will be uploading a New YearsOneShot too, look out for it.