Now, I was being recycled. A simple agreement. If I had known my master for anything, It was being a man of his word. He promised me that if my life should end by his hand, Pupupuland would not be wiped away like a mispelt word from an essay. If I did not, He would wipe it out instantly. That is why Im am here, in my starship, flying to our agreed meeting place. It was a jungle planet called Aodion. I had been there, once, during the war. I remember being overwhelmed with beauty.
I pressed buttons on the hollowboard. The starship was still running off of predetermined locations implanted by higher-ups in the GSA. Since Aodion was in the list still, I simply clicked the button on the hollowboard and the Starship beeped in response, 'Destination confirmed' being displayed across the screen. I Sat back in my chair, thinking idley apon my life.
Three days passed. Hypersleep was a terrible thing. You slept longer, and when you woke, you were achey, you're body was sore all over. You were starving and dying of thirst, You were weak and your senses were dulled. That was why we never got more then three days in hypersleep at a time during the war. I slept for three weeks. Aodion was a good twenty five million miles away from pupupuland, and my starship should have been retired long before now.
Thinking of Pupupuland, I pulled open my video log. Now was as good a time as ever. I pressed the large button that held the GSA's symbol for victory. For saftey reasons, we had developed a language of our own while sending messages back and forth. Needless to say, none of the few messages that were leached had been read. The video feed counted down from three to zero and I began my log.
"I've been in hypersleep for six weeks. I just woke up a few hours ago. Im making this because I feel terrible. I have about a week left before I reach Aodion, so I guess I have to explain myself." I said, pausing.
"Knightmare contacted me a month and a half ago today. He said that He would destroy pupupuland then and there if I did not offer my life to him. I couldn't let him do that. If you're wondering how he's back, that's a bit of a long story."
"You see, Knightmare implants each and every one of his creations with a part of his lifeforce, a part of his soul. If each are completely obliterated, then the life force is obliterated along with the demon. If some are left, after time, he gets his power back. for example, if he were to creat a demon beast that took ten percent of his power, then one hundred thousand years later, in one sudden rush, he gets his power back. The reason he is back, in truth, is because of me. I was his greatest, most powerful creation. I took one hundred percent of his power. I took ever last drop. Its been millions of years, so many that I cant remember how long its been. He's gotten it back, and its my fault. Fumu I know what you're going to say when you see this; 'that was stupid, he never would have kept his promise.' You're wrong, for once. My master, Knightmare, always kept his word. He's terrible, but when he wants something he's willing to barter for it and he will pay. The truth is that he has no intrest in Pupupuland, or popstar for that matter. Ever since the end of the war, he has been searching for me. One other unwavering fact about him is that he doesnt leave garbage on the ground. If he makes a mistake, he scraps it, and makes new thing from the old. Thats what I'm headed for, my recycling."
I heaved a long sigh, tilting my head back.
"Fumu;" I began wearily. "Im sorry. I've been terrible to you all these years. I've been cold and heartless; I've acted like I didn't care. I did though. I listened to you, although it seemed like I wasn't. If I can say anything to you, You're wonderful. You're intersting, kind, and charitable. You're one of the smarted people I've ever met, and I've met alot of people. I need your forgiveness, if I can ask you for anything. I stabbed Kirby because I didn't want everyone to worry for me, to be upset and depressed when I was killed. I wanted you all to take my betrayal to heart and despize me with every fiber of your being, to be able to spit on my grave and call me a bastard and a coward. Hopefully, I suceeded."
"Kirby, I'm proud of you. No matter what you do, no matter where you go, I want you to remember that I believe in you. I'm proud of you, I believe in you, and I love you like a son. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a son. If you pull everything out of the bottom drawer of the chest in my room, you can pull up the bottom of the drawer. Everything in there, I want you to have."
"Sword, Blade." I heaved another sigh, Pulling the mask from my face. The light from the sars outside and the underglow of the dash in the starship stung my eyes. I threw my mask to the side of the ship. It hit the floor and slid the last part of the way untill it hit the wall. "I can't apologize to you. There's no words for it. I took you in when you were children, made you work your hands to the bone, made you train every day the way grown men would. Then You still somehow feel inclined to help me, to keep me healthy and happy, and then I Betray you like this. No, there arent words to apologize. There's no way I can ask for your forgiveness. I do want you to do soething for me though. If this ever makes it back to you, I want you to move on. I did my best, I tried to make you hate me. All these years that's all I've been trying to do. I wanted you to hate me so it wouldn't come to this. If it didn't work, I just couldn't-..." Tears welled up behind my eyes, and many of them fell as I dropped face into my hands. "I'd have to kill my self right here and now. I've been terrible to you. I cant ask you for forgiveness, and I don't want it. I took your lives from you. I was the only thing you could have, and I didn't even let you have me. I was secluded, cold. I almost killed you. More then once. I wanted to kill one of you so that you would hat me because I /knew/ you'd follow me from the moment I met you."