Meta Knight's Curse
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the many OCs I will use. All rights belong to Nintendo!
A/N: I adopted this story from Kirbywarriorsfan122, so if you've seen this story on their profile, it's now owned by moi. Welp, let's get onto the story! And, to let you know ahead of time, there will be a LOT of Adventure Time references too.
Chapter 1: The Bloody Sickness
(Meta Knight's POV)
It was the darkest of nights. A moon of blood loomed over the world in the shadow black skies. Silence reigned over the land. However, that was to change. A demon was to attack that night. And, sadly for many, I... was the demon. Before the attacks started, I sat in my room, alone. The curtains that normally invited the usually soothing moonlight through the windows obscured the glass. I couldn't risk the slightest bit of light touching my navy blue skin. The only illumination within the shadows were my eyes. They were flickering between colors of red and yellow. I was trying my best to stay sane. I could not hurt anyone. I did not want to hurt anyone. The people in the castle were innocents, and I was to harm them with no reason. Why? ... I couldn't... just the thought of blood spilling from innocent lives due to my hand was sickening. And yet, the mentioning of the word "blood" arroused the demon inside me to no end. It was lustful, it was hungry, starving even. My psyche snapped and my eyes turned to a bloody red before I broke down my shackeled door with my full strength; which was simply inhuman. My wings unfurled from my cape, propelling me down the halls of the castle for my first victim.
I kept flying around, following a Waddle Dee that was patrolling the halls, blissfully unaware of the fact that this was its final night to live. It stopped patrolling when it went to a nearby door. Oh, how the demon loves it when the fools seal their own fate. The Waddle Dee set down a spear it was toting and sat on the ground. It was staring blankly at nothing. I tilted my head slightly in confusion. Such bizarre behavior for a creature that is nearing its final minutes of life. I unclasped the straps of my mask, letting the silver disc fall to the ground with an echoing clank that made the Waddle Dee jump up from its daze and look around with caution. I cursed under my breath. Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let the quarry get away. I flew to the helpless orange creature, my pure white fangs gleaming in the faint light of the hall. I sank my teeth into the creature, instantly breaking skin and touching the ruby colored liquid. A low growl of bliss escaped my lips as I began to feed. The warm blood trickled down my throat with pleasing tastes to my palate. It had been several centuries since I last tasted blood. I was thinking too much to notice that my meal was already drained dry. Figures. A Waddle Dee- especially one- was nowhere near enough of a meal to satisfy the gluttonous demon's bloodlust. What would be a meal that could possibly quell the demon's hunger? I chuckled darkly with a sadistic smile plastered on my face. My normally silver eyes were a blood red, much like how they were when they were behind the mask. I unfurled my wings and flew away once more, leaving the Waddle Dee's deceased carcass behind as well as my mask.
I flew around for a while. Waddle Dee guards that blocked my way, I killed swiftly, draining them of their precious blood. One side of me screamed for me to stop, but my darker side surpressed that feeling as if it were nothing. I was nearing the king's bedroom. There were several Waddle Dee guards near the door. The noise that followed afterwards was enough to awaken the dead. The pathetic orange creatures screeched death songs as the demon inside forced his vessel to do his wicked deeds. I growled at the lifeless bodies. They were nearly a sickly yellow from having their blood drained completely from their bodies. The door to King Dedede's bedroom opened as the penguin king came out in his night clothes. His weary eyes were in a glare and a furious scowl was plastered on his beak.
"Meta Knight! What are you doing?! Don't you know it's almost two in the morning?!" Dedede yelled. I said nothing in response. My eyes were closed with the sickly red glow radiating from within. "Are you ok? And why are my Waddle Dees dead? Did... did you kill them?!" The king asked with fear dripping from his voice. My stomach growled. Hunger was overtaking my body again very quickly. "Are you gonna answer me?!" With the outburst, I began chuckling. It was soft, nearly inaudible at first. Then it grew louder with a more maniacal tone to it. Dedede was basically quaking with fear where he stood. Fear made the demon within me stronger, more bloodthirsty. Then my conscience was whispering again. It screamed for me to stop this. I began to feel regret for my previous actions. But my demonic side basically snapped again. My stomach growled again, louder than before. I opened my eyes and tackled King Dedede, biting him on his 'neck'. He passed out as I began to feed uninterrupted. I stopped when I didn't feel the red liquid coursing through my throat anymore. He was drained dry already? I was actually surprised. I licked the excess blood from my lips and fangs. This was certainly a fine meal. The demon was not satisfied though. It wanted more. Then, from there, everything was obscured in a dark haze.
Oh NOVA. Everything was clear to what I had done. Everyone was dead. Tiff, Victoria, Callie... even Kirby. They laid in a heap, drained of blood. I quaked with horror at what I had done. My friends... all slain in cold blood. I fell to me 'knees', trembling. My eyes reverted back to silver as warm tears streamed down my face. I vomited their blood out on the ground, trembling at the sight. "What have I done...?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" I screamed. Then everything faded out in a haze of white.
(3rd person view)
Meta Knight fell out of his bed with a look of horror on his face. He was panting with a cold sweat streaming down his face. He looked around for a moment. The curtains weren't like they were in the dream; they invited the light inside. The sunlight, while nice on his skin for a brief moment, singed him when he went into it too long. He looked around and didn't see Callie anywhere. He put on his mask and cape. At that exact moment, Sword and Blade came in.
"Lord Meta Knight? Are you ok, sir?" Blade asked. "Callie told us you were violently yelling in a strange language as if you were possessed. You were having convulsions and fell out of bed." Sword added. "I... had the most unpleasant of nightmares." He shuddered at the very thought of that nightmare. Then Meta Knight groaned in pain, clutching his head for a moment. "We will postpone our training today..." He said so quietly, it was literally a whisper, not to mention Sword and Blade barely heard it. "That might be a good idea. We'll let Kirby and Callie know. You should get some water and something to eat, sir. It's surprising it's almost two in the afternoon." Meta Knight's eyes widened slightly. He checked the clock, and they were right! It was 1:56 in the afternoon.
"I don't feel well enough to eat anything or drink anything..." Meta Knight deadpanned. As to contradict what he said just then, his stomach growled very loudly. He clutched his belly in pain, with a groan to follow. The knaves looked at each other with worried looks under their helmets. "At least get some cold water, Meta Knight. If you're sick, being dehydrated will only make things worse." "Your concern pleases me... I feel so lightheaded... oh, how I hate looking weak!" "I'll fetch some water. Blade, can you find Callie and ask her to tend to Lord Meta Knight until we can see if there's anything wrong?" Sword asked. "Ok. I'll get her right now. The sooner the better!" The green armored knight commented before running out of the door to find Callie. Sword turned back from the door and looked back at Meta Knight. His condition looked horrible. He was breathing raucously and had a cough that sounded like he had pertussis. Sword frowned behind his helmet. He had never seen Meta Knight sick before ever since he knew him. It was almost hard to believe. Well, even Meta Knight gets sick too. But this? This is so horrible... I feel so bad for him... Sword thought to himself. He left the room, coming back a few minutes later with a glass of water with several ice cubes. Meta Knight laid in his bed, panting slowly with raspy breaths.
"Sword? Are you there?" Meta Knight asked in a voice so low and so hoarse that Sword cringed inwardly at the sound. "Yes, sir. I'm here." Sword replied. He walked up to the weakened Puffal who managed to sit himself up. Good thing he's a Puffal. His condition is getting better at least. Then Sword handed the glass of water to Meta Knight. He raised up his mask enough for his mouth to be exposed as he quickly gulped the tastless liquid till there was nothing but the ice cubes left. A sigh escaped the Puffal's lips as the ice water went down. "Thank you. At least I'm feeling a little better." "You're welcome, sir. But, shouldn't you get something to eat?" "I'm fine though." But after Meta Knight's comment, his belly growled again, much louder than before. "Just find something to eat, Meta Knight." And at that moment, Blade came back, but Callie wasn't with him.
"Where is Callie?" Meta Knight asked. "She's at the Ebrum Apartment cooking some spaghetti. I asked for her to come, but she said that nobody else was there that knew how to cook the food, so she yelled at me to leave." "Oh. Well, I'll find her on my own." "Are you well enough to do so?" "Yes." Meta Knight said. He got off of the bed, wrapping his cape around himself. "I need something to nourish myself, anyway." And with that, Meta Knight walked out of the room. Sword and Blade exchanged glances at each other, both having a worried expression under their helmets.
Meanwhile, Meta Knight was strolling about through the hallway on his way to the Ebrum Apartment. It wasn't too far of a walk. The door to the room was already opened. He still knocked on the door, being an honorable knight of chivalry. Tiff was the one to notice, and she went towards the door.
"Hi, Sir Meta Knight!" The young humanoid girl said cheerfully. While, as observant as Tiff was, she didn't suspect anything wrong with Meta Knight. At least, not yet anyway. "Callie's been making lunch while my mom's down in Cappytown and my dad's been in a meeting with King Dedede. Do you care to join us?" She asked. "I was planning on it. Where is Callie, anyway?" "She's in the kitchen. I think she's finished cooking the food by now." And Tiff walked away, actually not suspecting a thing wrong with Meta Knight. He sighed a breath of relief at that. He walked to the dining area, where he saw Tuff, Kirby, and Victoria. Several plates were on the table, not to mention glasses that haven't been filled yet. Meta Knight was taking in the arrangements, eyes turning a pale green in response. Victoria waved a gloved paw at the knight.
"Hi, Meta Knight!" She said with a giggle afterwards. Kirby mimicked her, waving one of his nubby arms and poyoing a greeting. They must have been playing a game, since Kirby was able to speak now, but that doesn't mean he stopped saying the strange baby speech. Meta Knight waved back at Victoria and Kirby wearily. He sat down in one of the chairs as he saw another figure approach with a large bowl. It was Callie. She placed the bowl at the center of the table. Meta Knight stood up a little in the seat to peer at the bowl's contents. It was filled with spaghetti like Blade said. He sighed, sitting back down in the chair. Callie glanced at the elder Star Warrior, walking towards him.
"Are you feeling ok? By what I saw earlier this morning, you weren't feeling up to par. You feel better now, sir?" She asked. "I'm fine, Callie. I just wasn't having a pleasant dream... may I have some spaghetti, please?" Meta Knight asked with a sheepish grin behind his mask. Callie nodded with a smile, serving a medium sized portion on the plate. She spooned portions of the pasta dish to each of the plates on the table. "Tiff? Could you fill up everyone's drinks? I gotta take care of a couple precautions." "Ok, Callie." Then Tiff went around asking what everyone wanted for drinks. Meta Knight just sighed, going to the refrigerator to pour himself a glass of water. After everything was ready, everyone began eating.
As they dined, everyone engaged in light conversation. Or, the children at least. Meta Knight was quietly eating his food. A wave of nausea hit the Puffal like a punch in the gut. He clutched his belly with his left hand as he continued eating the spaghetti, only he was unaware that he was rapidly growing sicker. The contents of his stomach started to rise as his stomach lurched. Meta Knight raised a hand to his mask and rushed out of the room to the bathroom, catching everyone's attention. They heard very disturbing noises coming from the bathroom.
"What's wrong with Meta Knight?" Tuff asked with a worried tone. "Follow me, guys, whatever we see, if it's serious, do not, I repeat: DO NOT hesitate to get help." And, the band of five went into the gruesome unknown. When they came in, peering at the sight, he was still vomiting, only they saw splotches of red on the toilet bowl. Victoria fainted at the sight; Meta Knight was vomiting blood. Then he fell to the ground with the ruby red liquid splurging from his mouth. He coughed up what could be described as a four foot water tower fountain of red, causing a mess everywhere in the bathroom. He blacked out with blood all over his body. The mask was next to the unconscious Puffal, stained completely. The entire room was a disaster area. Callie looked at the scene in horror, along with Tiff. Kirby was crying and whimpering. Victoria was still unconscious from the sight. Tuff, however, heeded Callie's words, and went to get help. To the unconscious knight, everything beyond this, was a total blur... and a bloody nightmare.
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Author's Note: Finally finished with the first chapter. Reads and reviews are appreciated. Why am I starting on, yet another story? Well, I guess I wanted to. I am currently at a bit of writer's block with A Hopeless Future. Again, reads and reviews are appreciated, and don't be afraid to be blunt. I like it when people are honest. Have a nice day!