What am I…?
I know I'm a puffball…A star warrior…a hero…but…
What's so special about me…?
Why do I learn things so fast? Why am I the only one that can wield those special weapons?
Why can I copy abilities when most others can't?
What am I?
…Why me…?
"AUGH!"
Kirby kicked a rock into a nearby tree, holding back his strength so he wouldn't do any actual damage.
But it didn't matter.
He was pissed.
Sitting around and relaxing, for once, had given him time to think. And with that time to think, he came up with questions — ones he had come up with before, but never actually asked before.
Well, this time, he had gotten fed up with not knowing, and went ahead and asked the only person that, to his knowledge, would know besides Kabu.
Of course, Meta Knight either knew nothing or, at least, was pretending to.
…Kabu…
Kirby had considered going to him before, multiple times. But, in the end, Kabu scared the shit out of him.
Not to mention, he was, essentially, a relic from the past, and seeing him brought back painful memories he wanted to bury…
…Then, of course, there was the strange sense of pride he had gained in doing anything to distance himself further from the usually cold and seemingly apathetic knight, and if that meant never using something he probably used…
…Well, that just left the little hero without any options, didn't it?
After a moment, he kicked the tree the rock had hit, hard enough to leave a dent.
He got ready to do it again, until a voice interrupted him.
"Wow…Angry over there, are we?"
A person approached him.
They were completely covered in a dark blue cloak that had awkwardly made "sleeves" where two hands poked out; one that looked like a gray puffball hand, and one that looked like a yellow paw.
The fabric was also draped above their head, casting a dark shadow over their face, which hid every feature except their green eyes.
A large bluish-green scarf was wrapped what Kirby assumed to be the person's neck area, hiding their mouth.
At the back of it all, there was a huge, fox-like tail swaying behind them, trailing to the creature under the cloak.
…This stranger seemed pretty suspicious, but had their eyes closed in what seemed to be a warm smile, making it hard for Kirby to tense up without feeling awkward.
"Although, I do have to wonder what that poor tree did to make you so upset at it", they giggled, stopping a few feet away from the puffball.
Kirby glanced at the tree, then took a step to the side, away from it. "E-eheheh…The tree didn't do anything. I guess I'm just in a bad mood…"
"What for?"
"It's…it's nothing, really…"
"Oh?" The cloaked figure tilted their head, looking worried. "Are you sure? I may be able to help…
Come on, friend. Tell me what ails you."
He shifted a bit, wondering if he should leave now. But that would be rude, wouldn't it? They were obviously concerned…
…but that wouldn't last long with the bit of info, would it?
"…My name's Kirby…"
"-Oh?" Their eyes widened in surprise. "The Kirby?"
He gritted his teeth, tensing a bit. Here came the usual couldn't-believe-it-was-him, hey-could-he-help-out-with-something bit.
"Beating up a poor, defenseless tree? Now I know that problem of yours isn't just 'nothing'." They gave another warm smile. "After all, the famous Hero of Dreamland wouldn't do something like that for no reason, right?"
"I, uh…um…" Kirby stared at the other, utterly shocked the conversation was still on his problem. "…er…Would he…?"
"Would you?"
"…no…" He hung his head in defeat.
They just chuckled good-naturedly. "Then we have something to talk about, don't we?"
"I-I guess so…By the way…who are you?"
"—Oh! How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?"
The person bowed as best as they could, then smiled up at him even more.
Why is this person so happy...?
"My name is Raleigh! It's nice to meet you, Hero of Dreamland!"