Kirby wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do. There stood his mentor, Meta Knight, pointing his sword in his apprentices face. The pink puffball had to inch backwards out of reflex.
"What happened here? Why are they dead?" Meta Knight demanded, readjusting the grip on his sacred blade as he spoke.
The pink puffball frowned slightly. He had to glance about to remember where he was, exactly, and once he did he couldn't hold back a few sniffles.
Bubua had come to DreamLand about ten months ago. She had no reason, no memories, and a bunch of phobias all packed into one she called panophobia. After a while, Kirby had wanted to get to know her better, so he had invited her over to the castle.
If he had done it a few weeks earlier, she might've still been alive.
Beier had arrived in the country about six weeks ago. She was sly and simply wanted to make everything a pain for everyone. Kirby hadn't liked her, but maybe if he had taken more initiative…
"B-Beier-poy…k-killed B-Bubua-poy…so Kirby-poy ki-killed Beier-poy," Kirby found to be those most simple answer.
About two years ago had been when Nightmare had been defeated by the Star Child of Destiny. It had taken a lot of help, but Kirby had eventually been able to speak simplistically. It was tiring, having to change words over from his own, self-made language he called Poyoese, but it worked when he had to talk to Bubua and Beier and Meta Knight and DeDeDe and-
Kirby jerked himself out of his thoughts. He didn't need to start thinking too hard. His mentor seemed to be thinking for a few moments before shaking his head slowly.
"I don't believe you."
The pink puffball practically flinched. "W-what do you mean you don't, poyo?! There is plenty of evidence all around, poyo!"
Meta Knight slowly shook his head. "All I heard was your screaming. You know this hallway isn't as patrolled as others. It would have been the perfect place to do this in."
Kirby blinked before shooting up to his red feet. "Kirby-poy would never do that! No! Murder isn't what Kirby-poy would ever do! Your wrong, Kni-Da-poy! Wrong!"
Ah, yes, that nickname. If his mentor didn't look so mad, he wouldn't have inwardly chastised himself for using it. Kirby had been given 'permission' of sorts to call his mentor that off his previous nicknames. First it had been 'Meta-Kni-poy', then 'Kni-Kni-poy', and finally 'Kni-Da-poy'. At that moment in time, Kirby hadn't been more happy - he finally had someone to call his father of sorts who would help him out.
Kirby was certain that this was not what fathers did to their children. Kirby knew that he was an orphan. He had to be, although why his parents would ditch someone as cute and fun and powerful as he was, the pink star child had no idea in the slightest.
"Kirby-poy didn't know that!" Kirby insisted, waving his paws about as he shouted. "Kirby-poy would never kill innocent people, poyo! Never!"
Meta Knights slowly blinked his eyes. "What about that strawberry shortcake incident. You beat up millions of people around the galaxy over cake of all things!" His mentor practically shouted, moving closer to his apprentice who let out another yelp of alarm.
Kirby stammered for a few moments. "Hey, it all worked out in the end, poyo! Kirby-poy got up and beat Dark Nebula-poy, right?"
Meta Knight slowly shook his head, his gloved hand making contact with his mask. "That was barely a coincidence." He replied, yellow eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand away.
The duo stood in silence for a moment. Kirby rocked on his red feet for a moment. "Couldn't we just-"
"You are going to be banished from DreamLand." His mentor interrupted. "That shall be your punishment for two murders."
Kirby slowly blinked his sapphire eyes. "Wh-WHAT?! B-banishment?! Why?!"
"I just said that. Were you not listening?"
"But why not kill for kill, poyo?!"
Meta Knight pointed his sword back into his apprentice's face. "Maybe you should leave before I change my mind." He growled, blade glowing with energy.
It didn't take much more than that for the un-abilitied Kirby to fling himself out a nearby window, screaming loudly as he did such.
