"Aww, come on! You have to go with them Mety! It's you're destiny~ Before ya know it, in 30,000 years, you'll be 50,000 and won't have the strength to fight anymore!"

Meta Knight stared at Falspar, unsurprised. Falspar usually did act like a child in his opinion, and brought up his age often. In fact, the only thing that surprised him about his statement was that he got the math right.

The warrior had his mask off, like usual, which showed his cheeky grin and beaming expression. His hair, which was usually in a Mohawk, was down in a heap on his head. He was similar to Gooey in so many ways, such as both of them having Hallelujah moments and excelling at embarrassing someone with strange comments, that Meta Knight was beginning to question if Falspar was a failed Dark Matter experiment himself. And with Nightmare gone, he was stranger than ever.

At the moment, Meta Knight fixed his gaze on the ground, unable to meet the perky puffball's eyes as he was reminding him of Kirby.

"I cannot. I have to watch Galacta Knight. With Dedede bugging him so much, he's growing weaker. And not only physically."

Falspar snorted and draped his arm around him, much to his discomfort.

"Mety, did you just make a joke?"

"No."

"Yes, you did." Falspar frowned, dropping his arm and looking at the ground as well. "But I see your point. That guy's been in that crystal for too long. It's weird that he didn't go Coo-Coo for Cocoa Puffs in there. And to think he was such a good guy. He was probably the only one who complimented my Mohawk everytime I put it up. Hint," he added, nudging Meta Knight as he sighed. And to think the man was serious for a few seconds...

"What about Sir Arthur? How is he handling the news?"

"Pretty good, I guess. For a guy who lost his friend for 20,000 years and just found out he was locked away in a crystal. He was probably the only one who remembered who he was. No offense."

Meta Knight sighed, his shoulders drooping. It was strange. Galacta Knight's identity had been changed in an instant. It was that day... that PERSON... it LOOKED like Nightmare, but it just WASN'T...

"Hey, bro, you OK? You look like you just golfed down Kawasaki's noodles."

Meta Knight realized he had been extremely silent. Was Falspar angry, too? The warrior didn't get that way easily, but he could if he needed too. And he was a MONSTER when he was.

"That isn't the only reason I'm staying," he said with a heavy sigh, eager to change the topic. "I may have an idea of what that burglar wants, and it is a very dangerous and precious possession of mine."

Falspar's eyes widened at this statement as if he were having a sugar rush.

"Ooh, hitting a little too close to home, huh, Mety?"

Meta Knight glared at him, then smirked.

"You know, Falspar... those robbers might take a hair or two from a very unlucky puffball. It is legendary hair, right?"

It took Falspar a while to process these words, but he turned red as soon as he did, shielding his head as Meta Knight snickered.

"Shut up!"

...

"Hey, ya still thinking about him, kid?"

Kirby turned to look at Grill as she approached him, a plate of cake in one hand, her broom in the other. Pepper, Sugar, and Salt were nowhere to be seen. The puff may have looked confused, because the onion witch giggled, which led up to a snort.

"Hey, do you think that I'd let those guys come on the mission? Pepper and Salt are two loose cannons, and they always argue all the time, which will slow us down, and Sugar is too sweet to hurt anyone. Besides, my broom is a good enough weapon."

To make a point, she twirled the broom in the air thrice and set it's rough edge on the ground. Kirby laughed and clapped his hands, but went back to his melancholy nature in merely seconds. Grill sighed, sitting next to the puffball.

"Listen, I miss him, too. I knew him. Some suckish kids, a Plasma, a Chilly, and a Poppy Bros. Jr, trying to make a point on being tough, made fun of him, teasing him about his arms, and calling him a freak, pushing him down and making him cry. I don't know why, but I lost it. A few hits and knock-outs later, he was trying to hug me with no arms and crying. Then we got to be friends for two months, hanging out, laughing, with me protecting him and stuff and him helping me with other... stuff-" she twirled her bang nervously-" But then we both had to leave the planet we were on, him going to someplace called Mekky or something and me having to come here and challenge you. Didn't see him until that meeting at the castle and never saw him after that again."

She put the cake on the ground in front of Kirby and leaned back, putting her hands behind her head.

"But don't think he's gone, Kirby. That guy's unpredictable. One second he's crying and the next second, he's doing tricks on his ball for you."

Kirby nodded earnestly, putting the cake in his lap and turning towards the witch.

"Song-poyo," he murmured, getting a fork from out of nowhere. Grill looked confused for a while, then gasped.

"He sang it to you, too? Man. that songs creepy, but GOOD." She lifted her hands humming a beat, then proceeded with the story. "'Once, there was a dream. Who dreamt it is still unknown. Possibly a great evil, possibly only a child, but nobody knows. The dream realized, right before it ended, "I will be forgotten! What should I do to bring happiness to the one who created me?" He thought and thought, and finally came up with an-'"

"GRILL-POYO!"

Grill fell back in surprise, instantly getting up, broom drawn.

"What's wrong? Is it the thieves? A demon beast? Dedede farting? WHAT?"

Grill froze when she realized Kirby was kneeling right by the plate his hands on the floor, as if he were doing an awkward, but cute push up. Grill facepalmed, growling deep in her throat.

"Who cares if you finished the cake? You know you screaming at me is an immediate alert that lets me know if you're in trouble! Take it SERIOUSLY!"

But Kirby didn't listen to her, shaking his head so fast it looked like a blur. He looked as if he were suffering a traumatic memory.

"Cake-poyo...GONE."

Grill stared at the puff.

"It was... stolen?"

Kirby nodded slowly, his face darkening.

"I know-poyo..."

Grill perked up and smiled.

"You saw who it was? You know where he went?"

Kirby nodded again, getting up in silence. He remained silent before turning to a very familiar castle and pointing, making Grill turn pale.

"DEDEDE-POYO!"