A Soldier's Metal

Chapter 2: Emotions and Reason

Garlude silently turned the steel knob as a guard passed by with a flashlight. The door creaked open softly; the sound of giggles escaped the cracks of crackling candlelight light.

"Sweet Nova, that was too close for comfort." The female breathed out with a deep sigh of relief against the closed door. "I never thought the fucking bastard would move from the hall!" Her sights caught the two soldiers that had arranged their meeting.

Meta Knight and Jecra were sitting in one of the two beds, both relaxing together. The indigo soldier was leaning against the blond comfortably, wings spread out with one casually over Jecra's shoulder.

Garlude grinned a little at the scene, wondering what they were doing.

Jecra noticed her arrival, waving at the newer soldier. "Didn't think you'd make it, Garlude." He stretched and stared at the female. "Security's a pain in the ass, isn't it?' He grinned. "I swear they're worse than Nightmare himself." A chuckle escaped his lips as Meta Knight nodded at him in agreement.

"What have you two been up to?" Garlude blinked, still shaking from her stealthy adventure. "It took forever to get across the gender border. Let me tell you, the sexless area has surprisingly tight security."

"We were discussing Waddle Dee eating habits." Meta Knight jumped off the bed casually. She didn't question him; he had said it so straightforwardly. "Are you ready to go, or did you want to add to our conversation?"

"Sweets first, then the politics of eating." She straightened herself out, shaking off her trembles. "Let's go get some candy!"

"Yeah. Let's go already, Mety." Jecra agreed. "I want to taste your kind of sugar."

Meta Knight walked over to his friends. "Get close, my cape needs to go over all of us."

"Crouch down too, Gardy. Meta's a bit... short." Jecra whispered the last word in his sentence and bent down to an annoyed warrior.

Garlude failed to hold a snort and did as instructed with the new nickname.

The cape flew over them without a sound as silently as the darkness that came within it. The three were bound in black that was darker than an eclipse for a few seconds before it dispersed, revealing the bright darkness of the night's sky.

The light of the moon never seemed brighter than before the experience of the cape's void.

They were in an alleyway within a small town. Garlude's eyes blinked in shock, poking at a trash cans. Her fingers did not phase through them, allowing her to confirm they were indeed outside. Garlude was in awe at Meta Knight's powers as Jecra patted the shorter warrior's shoulder with a scolding grumble.

"Hey, Mety, I think I found some Demon Beast hair in your cape... You need a shower soon." He blew a red hair into the wind, watching it fly off with the few fireflies around them.

"I will when we return." The knight rolled his eyes. "Now, where is this place you were talking about, Jecra?"

"I think it was around here somewhere... I'll be right back." Jecra walked out into the dim street, searching for someone to ask.

"Coming, Garlude?" Meta Knight looked to the female, jumping onto a trash can. He had an internal groan as he noticed he was at equal height with her from his new standing point. "We don't have all night. We still need to go back to rest, otherwise they'll know we've been up longer than we should have. Sir Arthur isn't merciful if we disobey his rules."

She stared at the Star Warrior in stun. "That cape-your wings-how did-where did you-"

Meta Knight cut her confused words off with a shushing gesture of his hand.

She blinked with a flustered expression.

"Just don't think about it." Meta Knight chuckled. "Everyone has their secrets, right, Garlude?" He jumped back down, gently pushing the flabbergasted Garlude towards Jecra and a stranger he was talking to.

As the two approached, the unknown citizen left. Jecra smiled victoriously. "Frazzled by the fancy wings?" He asked, seemingly accustomed to Garlude's reaction.

Meta Knight nodded as Garlude's confused face made Jecra chuckle.

"Well, anyway, that nice lady there told me that it's just down the street-next to a pastry shop too. You know what that means!" Jecra smiled deviously.

Meta Knight's eyes glowed pink with excitement.

"Cake!" Both cheered at the same moment with glee. A high-five pierced the foggy night.

Garlude snapped out of her daze. "Cake...? Oh right, it's Sir Meta Knight's birthday today!" Shock changed into excitement. "Let's get going before we run out of moonlight!"

"Right!" The other two grinned, racing Garlude to the store, Jecra leading the pack, and Meta Knight flying fast enough to keep pace.

Gravel kicked up with dust entwined with the nightly air. A few weeds swooshed at the trio passing by. Shortly, a brightly colored building was in view-it was still open.

Meta Knight pulled ahead, beating his friends to the entrance. The door swung open with a small ding of the bell. The store owner was surprised to see full-grown adults without children entering. Though his surprise did not match Garlude's expression of shock and amusement when Meta Knight's eyes glowed a vibrant pink at the sight of lollipops.

Jecra laughed to himself. "Lollipops... Of course." He joined the older warrior.

Garlude giggled at her seniors' lack of serious attitude.

"So, Mety... You like these?" Jecra pointed to a brightly rainbow-colored lollipop. The colorful spiral of sugar seemed to entice the shorter soldier.

"Yes. They've been my favorite since I was young." Meta Knight chuckled. "If you can even believe I was ever really young."

"I think it's harder to believe you're as old as you say; just look at you with that candy." Garlude commented, picking three to purchase. "Let's buy these, and get a cake for you. The candles alone will make us broke for years to come!" The trio found the joke amusing as they bought the sticks of sugar.

They also bought a bag of chocolates and gummy Waddle-Dees. The store owner did not question the adults, as he was getting plenty money without any use of a military discount. The trio did not want Sir Arthur to know where they have been.

They also bought five candles; each with a question mark. Meta Knight's amusement ended there, as Garlude and Jecra's fun was just beginning.

Once Meta Knight was dragged into the neighbouring bakery, his bliss returned rapidly. Cakes dressed in all sorts of icing and sugar made the knight ecstatic again. His small stature did not hold justice for his enjoyment.

Garlude and Jecra watched his love for the sweets spring out with an excited darting all over the place. Meta Knight couldn't sit still with all the sugar around. Garlude smiled at her teacher, thinking how she was glad she chose him. This was a fun first day.

Jecra's voice took her attention from her observation. "Y'know, Gardy... Meta and I have been together for about three years now, and I still can't get over how happy he gets over sweets." Garlude giggled at Jecra's confession. "He's normally so serious, like you'd expect..." Jecra mused to himself, never taking his red-violet eyes off his roommate. "But this stuff really gets him happy. I can't but smile just watching him, you know?"

"The great Sir Meta Knight is something else, certainly..." Garlude grinned at the muscular male. "Now, you see that one? He's been eyeing at that chocolate one over there... the one with brown and pink icing." She pointed out the specific cake across the pastry paradise. "See it? It's got the shiny rainbow star sprinkles too..."

Jecra smiled as a plan formulated in his mind. "Alright Gardy, you get it into a box, while I distract him. I'm counting on you, girl!" He grinned, giving her a playfully light tap on her back. The purple soldier quickly paced himself to where his partner was and began talking about the smaller pastries further away from their target. "Oh sweet sorrow, Mety, how these pieces of edible art go underappreciated...! Truly, this is the downfall of the galaxy!" His overly dramatic words didn't make Meta Knight bat an eye. He found his performance to be of his nature, seeing it as nothing less than usual with Jecra's silly attitudes. It made it all that much easier to let the lavender female fulfill her important mission.

Garlude quickly bought the cake, asking for gift wrap and a blue, silk bow for good measure.

"We're here." Knuckle Joe concluded through interruption, as they saw Kabu before them. Silica and Meta Knight looked up, admiring the height of the stone before the daylight sky. Their trip had taken an entire evening, as the teens were keen on listening to Meta Knight's story. "Do you really like candy that much, Meta Knight?" Knuckle Joe smirked at the warrior deviously.

"Who doesn't?" Meta Knight scoffed, Silica giggling behind him, face buried in a bouquet of white flowers. "Your parents were just as guilty!" He jokingly defended himself, knowing it was a losing battle.

"Can you use that same cape trick to get us in Kabu?" Knuckle Joe wondered aloud, staring at Meta Knight's fabric with challenging skepticism.

The knight chuckled at how much alike their parents the children were. "Yes, I could. Just get closer."

"...and crouch." Knuckle Joe teased playfully, Silica copying him with a giggle.

Meta Knight was both amused and annoyed at Knuckle Joe's gag. However, he didn't mind it all that much. It probably entertained Jecra's ghost.

He quickly wrapped his cape over them, blinding them to the dying light of the sunset and taking them into the stoney cavern of Kabu. The walls were scaled with moss and cracks, showing age.

"Alright, so Fumu and Bun told me that Kabu could show us things... I wonder how we can get him to show us our parents' graves, so we could at least say something, or see where they are... We can't really afford to fly away from Popstar too long with King Dedede running around with those Demon Beasts..." Knuckle Joe hummed, looking around.

"Just ask." Meta Knight answered what Knuckle Joe wanted to know. "Kabu, show us Jecra's grave." His voice echoed through the statue as the vision of said destination was set.

Knuckle Joe was in an awe of despair once he saw the sword in the ground, surrounded by a few others. Burned bones and blood bathed in the sunset of the area. Meta Knight shut his eyes in some pain.

Silica's shoulders sunk at the sight. The site was lifeless. While years had passed, time seemed to never have touched this place. No grass grew. It was filled with bloodied blades in the ground.

One in particular stuck out.

"...After Jecra came back to us, I was overjoyed to see him again. But… he was not himself. Nightmare had taken him. He was a demon," Meta Knight struggled not to let any old sentiments show in his voice. "But… it was the love he had for you, Knuckle Joe, that let him come back in those final moments he had."

The boy was silent.

"You... dealt with this sort of thing everyday... right?" Silica staggered, watching Knuckle Joe numbly stumble to his father's grave, clutching his amulet. "My mother saw this too... didn't she?"

"Yes." Meta Knight sighed slowly, staring at Jecra's sword. "Dying on the battlefield was something any warrior must be ready for. But those closest to the warriors never are." He felt a hand touch his shoulder.

Silica was looking at him with the same sympathy she had given him earlier. Meta Knight felt a lump in his throat from seeing the same place once more; the arena of his dearest companion coming to kill him.

"How long have you been through this?" Blue eyes of sadness observed Knuckle Joe glaring at the grave in pent-up anger. His small fist pounded the ground, making Silica jump a little.

"Since I was young... that was back when I was at least a few hundred years old... When I first awoke from my starship." Meta Knight's eyes turned blue. "Friends have come and gone, but Jecra and Garlude were the most special to me. They felt more like family, than just friends."

"We… like think of you like family too..." The white warrior's voice was deathly quiet. "At least after we stopped trying to kill you..." She had a weak smile. "You're like a father… or an uncle to us... in a way."

The knight felt some pride from the comment. Grief overshadowed it, concerning the area they were in. His eyes did flicker to blue for a split second, however.

"Meta Knight..." Knuckle Joe's sudden interruption grasped his attention.

"Yes, Knuckle Joe?" He responded, ready for any type of reaction. "What is it?"

"I hate Nightmare." The young fighter spat the name in an icy spite. "I'll never forgive him for doing this. I'll never forgive him for turning my dad into..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

The Star Warrior's gaze was on the sword stabbing into the dead terrain. "Neither will I... but revenge is not the best subject when revering the dead. I doubt your father would enjoy a hateful visit. He was a warrior with a happy heart."

Knuckle Joe pounded the ground, holding back tears of contempt. "Argh… You're right... Sorry, dad." He apologised to the air, facing to the two. "I… I think you should see your mom now, Silica. I... I'm done." His voice struggled to remain leveled.

The snowy girl nodded slowly. "Before I do..." She took a flower gently out of her bouquet and tied it across Jecra's grave sword. "Rest in peace, Sir Knuckle Jecra." Her words made Knuckle Joe relax in a peaceful sweep. He smiled at the kindness she just displayed, Silica returning his approval with a generous gaze. Her gloved hand helped him stand up.

"Kabu, show me my mother's grave!" She ordered, watching the area change, and Jecra's flower disappear.

Both were in a melancholy awe as the illusion stripped away the flower with it. Knuckle Joe took Silica's hand in his own as her sweet gaze turned bitter at the sight of the dark cave and Garlude's sword in the ground. There were bones lying around with rotting clothes bathed in dried blood of long ago. Her eyes begged to look away at the gruesome sight, but her mind needed to take it in.

"My... mother was trained by you, she was your friend, and she died for you..." Silica placed the flowers down, Meta Knight watching her reaction.

The words she spoke were holding back on her inner anger; a war within herself. "She was a good mother... and... a good friend... right?" Her teary eyes were staring intensly at her mother's sword. Knuckle Joe felt her hand tighten around his.

"Yes. She one of the best warriors I have ever had the honor of teaching." Meta Knight felt Knuckle Joe gazing at him. "She was the one to always fix whatever mess Jecra and I got into... The kindness she gave to me when Jecra passed on was beyond anything I had ever expected from anyone in my lifetime-she was the one to suggest obtaining Galaxia to end Nightmare, though she knew the risks. I am grateful to have had the honor of knowing her."

"Rest in peace, Dame Garlude." Knuckle Joe offered his own respects in regards to Silica's for his father. Her tears no longer felt the need to keep themselves hidden, flowing down her face as a waterfall breaking from a broken dam.

The tough warrior gulped when she rushed into his arms with sobs pressing for comfort. He hesitantly placed his hands over her quivering back, feeling her own clutching at his desperately.

"Kabu, take us home." Meta Knight ordered, sensing the teens' moods. "We've seen enough."

All at once, the cold stones returned, granting a comfort to the three. The flowers had returned, reappearing as they had originally remained. Knuckle Joe felt the girl on his chest calming down; Her body had loosened itself, breathing attempting to level out. He stroked her hair lightly, telling her that it was alright.

A deep breath was inhaled, Silica finally moving away from the boy, redder than fire. "I'm sorry, Joe. I..." She flicked away a tear, embarrassed at showing her sorrow. Knuckle Joe smiled lightly at her sudden realization.

"Hey, at least you're brave enough to cry around us, right?" He tried to make her outburst seem normal, still containing his own teary aquatics out of prideful strength.

"Joe..." She hugged him once more, making him as red as she was. "Thanks, Joe. You're so sweet..."

Meta Knight stepped toward to the two, with a cough and readying his cape to exit. "Are we done here?" His prompt made them realize he had been watching the entire time. They both pushed away from each other, crimson as fresh Maximum Tomatoes.

Meta Knight chucked at their sudden change in emotion. "I think you both would make your parents proud, supporting each other from something like this. Don't be upset by your feelings; they are there for you to experience." They nodded in agreement to the statement, both eyeing each other with the tiniest of smiles. The elderly knight chuckled to himself, blocking away the despairing event with the blossoming romance between the descendants of his comrades. Life was always more important than death.

The dark fabric lifted over the trio once more, casting them outside of Kabu, and into the darkness of the night in Dreamland. Their tiredness revealed itself with the knowledge of how late it felt. The air felt heavier, even if the sky was clear and all was as it was. Time had no concept of grief.

"Thanks for coming with us, Meta Knight." Knuckle Joe muttered quietly, trying to keep his sight away from Silica. "Sorry if it wasn't so... well..."

"Joe just wants to say thanks." Silica stared at the ground. "Your story was nice to hear... could you tell us more another day? I'm going to move to Popstar soon... so... you could tell us more about our parents." The elder knight nodded, pleased at the news. "Tell Fumu and Bun, please. I'm sure they would like to know. I would also like to say hello to Kirby again."

"I will. Now, I'm returning home. Will you both be alright?" He asked, both responding with a nod of their heads, as Meta Knight turned to leave. "Take care of each other."

The knight dashed across the grass before the velvet cape shifted into his wings, the sky's breeze welcoming his flight with it's chilly arms.

Meta Knight smiled as a scene between Knuckle Joe and Silica played below him; the two were shyly walking to the more short-tempered warrior's home, both keeping distance from each other. They continuously turned to look at the other, quickly turning away once spotted.

The airborne Star Warrior wondered to himself as to how Garlude and Jecra would have reacted to their children getting along so easily. As he flew, a few tears escaped him as they fell in the black, star-lit sky. Meta Knight knew he needed to shake off his mourning in order to ensure Galacta Knight, Sword, Blade, and his entire army would not be concerned for his sake. They had enough problems as it was.

He chuckled as Knuckle Joe's words to Silica echoed to him. Though crying in front of others was indeed brave, it was not something his entire army needed to lose sleep over. The last thing the battle needed was old grieving reborn under his account; there was a new generation to care for, and to save from Nightmare's wrath. He could find some solitude to release his feelings, allowing the others to go about their day without notice. It was easier.

Upon arrival at the castle, Sailor Dee and Waddle Doo cheerily waved at Meta Knight as a thoughtless waved returned the friendly gesture. Silent steps had dead echoes halls and corridors. The stone walls of the castle would appear to scream of impending doom, but for the elderly knight, it was his current home.

There was a low volume of odd sounds coming from his room; the door was opened just a crack. The creak of his hand opening the piece of wood dividing the quarter from himself was removed. Galacta Knight chuckled at a comedy program on channel DDD. Sword and Blade were sharpening their swords, both focused on their art, rather than laughing with the powerful warrior.

Meta Knight lightly shut the door with a soft slam. His companions realizing he had made his presence known in his own subtle way as he strode to the center of his domain.

Galacta Knight waved at him. "Hey, Meta! How was the visit to Joe's house?" The armorless warrior smiled from his hammock across two support-beams. "Did you all have fun? Spar, perhaps?"

"Mmmhmm..." Meta Knight was disinterested in the other's jabbering. "I think I'll be going to bed right away."

Galacta Knight gave a frown of disappointment.

The tired knight sighed inwardly as to whatever he was about to suggest. "What is it?"

"We were going to watch something together..." He mumbled down at the elder warrior. "I even bought a pie." He pointed to a box on the table, plates ready to have a serving laid out upon them. Meta Knight froze faster than a frosted flower.

Galacta Knight raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Something wrong, Meta?"

"I'll watch the movie, just get rid of the pie." He shivered at a memory, Galacta Knight utterly lost. "Don't ask."

"I thought you liked sweets, Meta…?" The electric pink knight sighed, feeling that he failed his friend. He turned to Meta Knight's underlings with a spark of hope. "Ho, Sword! Blade! Do you like pie? Meta doesn't want any... so..."

Sword and Blade had the same reaction as Meta Knight. Both turned slowly and rigidly, completely petrified at the suggestion. "A-Anything but pie sir...!" They stammered stiffly before saluting in apology.

Galacta Knight's eyes narrowed. He did not understand their dislike for the pastry, wondering if they were suspicious of Demon Beast activity.

"T isn't poisonous! I swear King Dedede had nothing to do with this one!" They remained with their previous answer with no second thoughts or glance.

Galacta Knight leapt down from his lounging spot. "More for me then." He gulped it down in one bite, making the other three a nauseated.

Sword ran to the washroom, door slamming shut, followed by a series of indescribable sounds.

Galacta Knight stared in disbelief. " Okay... so never buy pie... I very much feeleth fusty anon." He sighed, expression more annoyed than anything. "So… movie? The pie is gone, so… yes? No?"

Meta Knight glanced to Blade, shrugging with defeat.

"Fine." Meta Knight sighed, granting the knight glory for the night.

Blade raced to the hall, grabbing some blankets. Sword was free from his pie issues, Galacta Knight ordering him to grab some drinks and make popcorn. He immediately did so, Meta Knight preparing the side tables to hold such objects. Blade returned, placing fleece blankets on the stony ground and in his master's log-chair.

The blue knight hovered to his lounging chair, dropping himself down with a metallic thud. A gasp of exhaustion escaped him, wings stretching for needed movement. Blade paused in concern before settling himself down on the floor.

Once he knew Meta Knight was simply relaxing himself, he lowered his guard. Sword returned with a giant popcorn bowl and four hot chocolate beverages. Blade padded a spot next to him, Sword gingerly snatching the offered placement beside his cherished battle partner. Both wrapped themselves in the warm pieces of cloth, awaiting the movie.

"You two were certainly fast for taking Galacta's orders..." Meta Knight stopped himself from yawning, smiling at the marshmallows in the heated beverage.

"Well done to both of you." Galacta Knight flew himself from his position, landing on Meta Knight's lap. He was careful to avoid spilling a drop of the candy drink. His caution did not account for Meta Knight's mood.

"Galacta. You can see the television just fine from your hammock." Begrudging annoyance hide itself well. "Get off."

"But Meta... it's more fun with friends. Look at Sword and Blade!" They observed soldiers sharing the red blanket and placing whipped cream on each other's hot chocolates. They leaned against each other for extra warmth.

They flinched when they realized Galacta Knight was using their closeness as an example to their master. "Why can't we do that? Aren't we friends? Or am I doing something wrong with our friendship?" The crimson gems that stared into the masked yellows made the Meta Knight sigh as to how easily Galacta Knight reminded him of a more childish version of Jecra.

He felt hot under his armor, combined with Galacta Knight's natural body heat. He was growing anxious with the ditzy warrior on him.

"Yes, we're friends... but your body heat isn't very comfortable, Galacta. I'm getting uncomfortably hot with you here. Kindly get off."

Galacta Knight rolled his eyes at his words. The knight poked at the metallic protection between the two, Meta Knight's eyes resisting the urge to change into a burning red color.

Sword and Blade observed tensely.

"Take off the armor, you fusty sir!" He teased, taking off a shoulder piece gently.

Meta Knight grew nervous at the action, watching intently for any movements toward his face.

"Hmm? Don't worry, I'm not taking your mask-even if I think you should take it off. I'm just taking off some pieces to cool you off." Galacta Knight chuckled, dropping the shoulder pieces onto a pillow at the foot of the wooden chair. "See? I'm not being a brat today. Better now, Meta?" The sweet voice had no contempt or malice. It was genuinely kind, like his expression.

"A bit." He mumbled, cursing the day's events for overriding his mind. Galacta Knight was unaware of his day, making anything he did innocent. "Let's just watch the movie." A tiredness grew over his self disappointment in trust.

"Right… Blade, would you do it, please?" Galacta Knight grinned, grasping the remote.

Blade did as instructed, taking the film away from it's case, placing it into it's new domain. Warnings played, along with previews of old movies already dying away.

"Oh, and you forgot something in your hurry to finish your duties this morning." Galacta Knight pulled out a lollipop, twirling it before the yellow eyes.

Pink revealed itself in the blue knight, making Galacta Knight chuckle happily. "Enjoy, mine friend." He laughed, stretching a feathered wing over his friend's back and bringing Meta Knight's ravenged wing over his shoulders. A peaceful grin spread on his face, Meta Knight feeling more at ease.

"It's starting." Sword commented, making the two Star Warriors silence themselves.

Through the movie, the crescent moon was high in the sky, nearly covered with glittering stars. Meta Knight and Galacta Knight were both completely relaxed by the clock's reading of 3:47AM.

The soft sounds of the movie mixed itself with Sword and Blade's rhythmical breathing as they slept with their warm blankets and mixed pillows.

Galacta Knight released a little snort of amusement when the credits came on.

Meta Knight didn't really react, as he was busy slowly savoring his shrunken lollipop. Galacta Knight jumped down from his spot to kick the button on the video player. The movie's credits were cut off, and the television soon joining them.

"We shouldst catch but a wink." He gave his wings a little flex as his words softened into a yawn. "What doth thee sayeth, Meta? Shalt we catch but a wink hence until we reacheth the Fountain of Dreams, and receiveth malt-worm from t's intoxicating ecstasy of fantastic bliss?" His metaphor heavily demonstrated the older wording of his aged phrase.

Meta Knight popped his candy out of his mouth and gave a small yawn. At this point in time, he could care less about the odd knight's speech pattern. It wasn't abnormal for Galacta Knight to shift his speech pattern around Meta Knight anyway. It wasn't hard to translate it.

"Sure." He bit into his lollipop and crunched the rest of it, making Blade shift in his sleep from the cracking sounds. The stick was tossed to a trash bin, falling through its center. He drifted down the warm chair, joining with the pink soldier.

"Cometh on Meta. Alloweth's brush those sugar teeth." Galacta Knight grinned, giving a little chuckle and earning a shove from Meta Knight's arm. "Doth not wanteth to receiveth any cavities on those pearly whites, eh?" He laughed at Meta Knight's sleep-deprived annoyance.

The blue knight changed into a smiling friend when he saw Galacta Knight giving Sword and Blade some pillows and an extra blanket. They both snorted when Blade snatched the second one for himself in his sleep. "I knoweth they wast thieves ere... but..." He bit his lip to prevent a chuckle.

Meta Knight beamed at the statement, recalling a sense of pride at the length of change his soldiers went through.

They slowly and silently slithered away across the quarter, careful of any creaks in the floor. Their stealth proved worthy when they reached the bathroom without making a sound. Galacta Knight grabbed his brush and started using the toothpaste. "Ho, Meta..." He whispered. "Thee can taketh t off to doth this, thee knoweth. I'll close mine own eyes if 't be true I has't to." He began brushing. Meta Knight scoffed, removing his mask in annoyance.

True to his word, Galacta Knight shut his crimson eyes to the world. "Alloweth me knoweth at which hour thou art done." His words were distorted by his toothbrush working it's way around his canines.

Meta Knight gave a quiet groan, complete with an eyeroll. He began as well, beating Galacta Knight. He placed his mask back on, exiting. "You can look now." He whispered quietly.

Galacta Knight's eyes opened in a somewhat drowsy fashion. He gave a light click with his tongue and finished with a quiet spit.

He turned to Meta Knight wishing him a good night before shutting the door to his room. The rosy knight shrugged at Meta Knight's behavior, hovering over to his hammock, nestling down to sleep in the sea of feathers he had for wings. The knight was more cozy than Blade was.

Shutting his door, relief flooded over his body was there was time of solitude at last. The warrior climbed into bed, tiredness repelling his ideal time for his bottle sorrow to pour out. Water from the Fountain of Dreams would have drowned him from his exhaustion. Sleep swept over his closed eyes, mind becoming numb to any thought or emotion. Nightmare had a show to perform in the fantasy world of Meta Knight's mind, and the overlord of fear did not give the grace of mercy that night.