It was Jecra.
Meta Knight took a step back, shocked and confused. Jecra took a step forward, staring at him, and Meta Knight noticed something off about him. The armor he was wearing was hanging off him like it was too big for him. Also, the eyeholes in Jecra's mask used to show two brown eyes. Now they were looking at Meta Knight like darkened pits. Jecra took another step towards Meta Knight, and Meta Knight pointed Galaxia at him. Jecra took note of this and laughed. It was a strange sound, like a rasping cough, not at all like the laugh Meta Knight remembered. Then the thing spoke.
"Well, Meta Knight, it seems you've changed since the years I've been gone." Jecra said this in a deep, grinding voice that chilled Meta Knight to the bone. "You weren't always so quick to pull out your sword, especially to an old friend."
Meta Knight calmed himself before speaking. "You aren't my friend. I don't know who you are, but you should know that Jecra has been dead for years."
The figure seemed to stare at Meta Knight for what seemed like hours. Then, so suddenly that Meta Knight didn't react fast enough, Jecra was in his face. Meta Knight tried to back up, but he found that he was already leaning against a wall. There was nowhere to back to. Jecra then reached up to his mask and pulled it off. Meta Knight gasped.
Underneath the mask was a skeleton. The skull was decaying and broken in the place where Meta Knight's sword had long ago hit it. The sockets where his eyes would have been were looking in the same direction as Meta Knight and gave him the feeling that they were looking deep into his being. The corpse seemed to smile at his discomfort.
That's putting it lightly, Meta Knight thought faintly.
The skull smiled an even more hideously creepy smile, as if it had read his mind and was amused by it. "Well, here's a news flash for you, Meta Knight," it said. "Your friend is back and rearing to go." The smell of death was coming off the corpse now, and Meta Knight gagged at the smell, barely able to breathe. Jecra laughed the cruel laugh and then replaced the mask. As quickly as he had come forward, he was suddenly on the other side of the room. Meta Knight watched the thing as it walked towards the door as calmly as you pleased. Just before it left, Jecra looked back at him.
"I hope you liked that little nightmare I sent you," he said. "It will give a warning about what's to come."
Then he was gone.
Meta Knight stood there, staring at the door. Then, he realized he was trembling violently. He walked forward and shut the door. He leaned against it, as if someone unwanted was trying to break in.