OHMYGODITAKEFOREVERTOWRITE! ...Yeah... My uplode schedule is just completely broken... Between research papers and college application stuff, I haven't had much time to write. I've also been planning another story with some friends (because I'm managing this SO well), so that's where most of the time's been going. On the plus side, the chapter's both long, and has backstory, so you didn't wait forever for absolutely nothing. I'll try my best to get the next chapter uploaded sooner than this one. By the way, this is where the head cannon and fan theory stuff (mostly ones I've made on my own) start to take presence, and this chapter may need to get rewritten once all the stuff in Rainbow Curse is translated. Hopefully my story won't get torn apart too much.


Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Kirby series. All rights go to Nintendo and Hal Laboratories.


Through Our Eyes

My Hero?

{Shiverstar – ?, Over Five Thousand Years in the Past}

Two humanoids walked into a room, a grey, full-body suit covering each as protection from the subzero temperatures that recently started to plague the planet. The room itself was bare, except for three notable artifacts scattered about. Two of these artifacts were paintings. One showed the image of a pair of yellow eyes and long, blue hair peeking out from under a lavender witch hat, all of which was surrounded by a red and orange striped ring. The frame was very unorthodox in design, being composed of segments of many shapes, sizes, and colors, all with no real pattern. Underneath was a small plaque that read "Drawcia." The other painting hung on the opposite wall. It showed a similar image, yellow eyes and curly, pink hair under a red wizard hat, all surrounded by a green and blue ring. Its frame also contained many colored segments, but these actually formed a pattern. The center of each side had an orb embedded in the center, and two columns extended up and down on each side, ending in a swirl and a feather like structure at the end. The plaque under this painting read "Paintra." A pedestal at the end of the room held the last relic. A white paintbrush with a twisted green and purple stripe and several red and pink spots with yellow centers sat within a glass case. The tip radiated every color of the rainbow, but its light started to fade as the humanoids approached the case. One opened the case's lid, while the other held out a small, blue, glowing cube. A hatch on the cube opened and the paintbrush was promptly absorbed into the device while flailing around wildly. The humanoids then turned their attention to the paintings.

"Alright," one of them said, "decision time."

"Remind me again why we can't take them both." The second one responded.

The first humanoid held out the cube. "We're reaching the magic limit on our hammer-space. Too much more magic stuff and it'll explode. And no, we can't carry the other painting by hand. We don't want a repeat of the Light Crystal incident. We can come back here through the portal later, so it doesn't matter if we leave one here for now." The humanoid walked up to the painting labeled "Paintra" and held up the cube. "This one is cuter, we'll take it." The painting was quickly absorbed into hammer-space.

The other humanoid was studying the remaining painting. "Y'know, it's a real shame what happened to this guy."

The first humanoid pressed a button on the wrist of his suit, and shot a small blue beam into the ground. "Bah, that guy was completely insane. He was raving for seven years about how his art was alive and begging him to let them out of the frames. We're lucky he didn't kill anybody before he hung himself!" For a split second, the humanoid thought he heard the sound of a little girl crying, but dismissed it as an effect of overexposure to the cold.

The pool of blue left behind from the beam started to rise into the air. "Nah man, the real psycho is his wife. She really thinks that NOVA thing her team's building will grant wishes."

The blue blob started to form the shape of a star. "Hey, at least she has the success of the Dream Fountains to go on. What did the Picasso wannabe ever accomplish to think he can make life out of paint?"

The star grew to double the size of the humans. The center showed the image of a large, volcanic asteroid with various large mechanical facilities scattered around the edges. "I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Anyways, the portal's ready, so let's go."

"...let me go..."

The crying from before began again. The two humanoids looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. Soon, another, older sounding voice appeared.

"...don't cry..."

The humanoids realized that one voice seemed to be coming from their cube, and the other from the "Drawcia" painting.

"...but I'm scared..."

"...it'll be okay...they'll come back for me..."

"...promise?..."

"...promise..."

The humanoids looked towards the hammer-space cube, then the painting, and then each other. One started towards the portal. "God, the cold is really messing with my head."

The other humanoid rapidly shook his head to regain his composure. "Mine to, I need some hot coacoa, fast." That humanoid started towards the portal as well.

"...goodbye..."

"...goodbye..."

"...love you..."

"...love you to..."

At that, the humanoids nearly trampled over each other to get to the portal, which closed behind them.

The "Drawcia" painting remained on the wall, waiting to taken with the others. It hung there waiting, for over five thousand years.


{Halfmoon - Drawcia's Room, Thirteen and a Half Months in the Past}

"DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Drawcia jolted awake from the rush of horrible memories. This world's Dream Fountain clearly had no effect on her in this prison. Since the fountains usually prevented anyone on any populated planet in the galaxy from having nightmares, this was a whole new experience for Drawcia, one she wished she didn't have. She used to hate good dreams, filling her head with everything she could've ever wanted at night, only for them to be torn away when she woke up in her frame every morning. Now, she'd give anything to have the happy lies back.

"So that's your story, huh?" Drawcia looked up to see Marx floating above her. "Figures, master was always a complete sucker for a sob story. Drawcia was it?" Drawcia rushed at the noddy, but Marx easily avoided the sorceress by teleporting behind her. "Ahahaha! Oh, you'll have to try WAY harder than that!"

Drawcia tried to attack again, but Marx dodged by... tearing his body in half... okay. Drawcia backed away from the quickly reforming noddy. "Why were you watching my dreams!" The sorceress was too disturbed to continue attacking, but shouting still worked.

Marx finished assembling himself and landed onto the ground in front of Drawcia. "I wasn't watching your dreams, I was reading the on-screen text." Drawcia stared at the noddy with a completely blank expression, her head tilted to one side. "Don't tell me you can't see it either." The sorceress tilted her head to the other side. "Should've known... Aaaaanyway, could you stop flying around at top speed and slamming into everything? I appreciate the chaos but you need to think rationally for master's sake. Hell, I actually had to break out my super special sleepy time magic to keep you still... the non-lethal version. It wasn't a problem for me, but the tookey I had to sacrifice for the spell to work didn't seem that happy. Granted, that guy was going to be served in eleven herbs and spices by the end of the day, so he couldn't have been THAT angry."

"Why are you even here?" Drawcia deadpanned.

Marx teleported away, returning with an absurdly long, flaming contract."I need to make sure you pledge yourself to serve master once your out of here."

Drawcia almost immediately perked up at that remark. "T-there's a way out!"

"Yup! Just sign right..." The flaming contract fell apart into ash. "Aww, not again..." The flaming mishap didn't do anything to lower Drawcia's spirits, and she wasted no time berating Marx with questions on where she was and how to get out. Marx paid her no mind while gathering up all the ashes, really only to see if she'd go the whole way and get on the ground begging. That would've been funny. When he saw that the sorceress was simply floating in the air, waiting intently for an answer, he decided to give it to her. This was going to be fun. "We're in your frame." Drawcia froze up for a moment. "Bingo!"

It took a few seconds for the sentence to sink in. Drawcia was in her frame. She wasn't in a prison. She was in HER prison. She reacted accordingly. "Eyaaaaaaaaaa!" Drawcia shot up from her spot, slamming her head into the ceiling.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're never going to disappoint, are you?" Marx mocked as he watched the dazed sorceress slowly descend to the ground. "And I was worried you'd be boring! Now calm down! I said you'd get out, right? Your only here because master wanted you to survive, so be grateful."

"Why should I even trust you!?"

Marx folded his wings like a pair of arms. "You just thought about that now? Not much of a planner, are you? Alright, you should trust me because you have absolutely no choice, unless you want to be an art exhibit forever. Now, I need one pledge of loyalty to Master."

"Fine," Drawcia spat, doing her best to keep composure, "I pledge loyalty to this "Master" of yours."

Marx teleported directly in front of Drawcia's face. "Pwomise?" He was doing his best to imitate Paintra. It wasn't a wise decision. Drawcia immediately slapped Marx across the face with her robes, leaving a bright pink streak on his face. "Alright, I deserved that one."

"You deserve far more! But, I'll leave it at that for now." It wasn't that Drawcia was satisfied with the attack, but she knew that if she tried anything else, Marx would just teleport away again. "So, who is this "Master" I owe my life to."

"Oh... Right, I should tell you about her." Marx extended one of his wings. The floating hexagons bunched together and formed a screen. "First a little history. I know, it sucks, but this stuff is the first thing everyone asks about Master." The screen showed an image of a highly mechanized, volcanic asteroid. "This is Halcandra, a world in a pocket-dimension. A long time ago, a bunch of different races came together here for the betterment of blah blah blah, even in this frame, you've heard stuff like this a million times, right?" Marx shook his wing to change the image. "These were the three kinds of guys that came here. They all showed up for the typical reasons you'd expect; planet froze over, planet was too boring, planet dried up and turned into a bunch of fragments that constantly smash into each other, that sort of thing."

The screen showed three different figures of different species against a black background. Drawcia recognized one as one of the typical humanoids that populated her own world. Another was an orange variant of the little pink demon that tried murder her. The last was completely unfamiliar to her though. It wore a reddish pink robe that prevented Drawcia from seeing anything but a pair of glowing yellow eyes much like her own. A pair of orange gloves floated in front of the creature, and Drawcia couldn't tell if they were actually part of its body or not.

"One day," Marx continued, "they decided they didn't want to share the planet with each other, because who doesn't want total control over a completely dead, desolate wasteland? Since mass genocide had gone so well in the past for these three, they started a massive, multi-millennium year war to kill each other off."

Marx shook his wing, and the picture shifted. The black background became a mess of randomly moving colors and patterns. The robed creature shut its eyes and flashed a few times before exploding into stars. The orange puff seemed to freeze in a state of panic, flashing like the robed creature. It was suddenly flung upwards by an unseen force, spinning uncontrollably as it fell off-screen. The humanoid fell to the ground, and violently exploded into gallons of what Drawcia could only assume was dark, red paint. She knew from her "father's" failed attempt at making a sculpture of blades that humanoids were filled with it, but she never could figure out what it was for, or why they had so much of just one color.

Marx shook his wing again to shake the red paint out of the image before continuing. "While that was going on, the Dream Fountain on Halcandra was overloaded by negativity. Normally, excess negativity from filtered nightmares is released into space and dissipates. In Halcandra, the entire void that makes up the dimension is atmosphere, so there wasn't any space to shoot it in." The mess of colors on the image slowly began to swirl. "Pure anger, pain, sadness, hatred, and darkness all started fuse into massive sinks of shadow." The colors started to swirl faster, a black orb forming in the center. An image of the robed creature from earlier flashed back on-screen. "These Madoos, I think that's what Miracle told me they're called, are made out of darkness, so between their magic and the Halcandran dimensional stuff that I may or may not have slept through the explanation of, the sinks morphed."

The swirling colors were absorbed into the black orb as it started to grow. The shadowy ball exploded, leaving behind a giant white orb. The only feature on the entire ball was a closed eye that was entirely too small given the size of the being it belonged to. The eye slowly fluttered open; it was unnaturally red, and had a dark grey iris. The creature used its new-found eye to scan the area around itself. It quickly spotted a giant, spiky crystal flying through the void, and started to chase after it; its eye full of child-like curiosity. "And Master Zero was born!" Marx concluded while summoning bursts of confetti all over the room. "You gotta admit, she was pretty cute before she... uh Drawcia?"

Drawcia was frozen again, her eyes wide. "...L-L-Lord Zero..."

"She prefers Master Zero." Marx corrected. "Though, if you want to be more formal, Lady Zero or Madame Zero would be more appropriate."

"LORD ZERO!" Drawcia screamed, darting around the room. "That demon! He's coming to take my soul! I'm gonna be trapped forever!"

"She saved you, remember?"

"I'll never see Sis again! I gotta get out! I gotta get out! I GOTTA GET OUT!"

"Ehh, screw it."

Marx summoned a bag of popcorn, deciding it'd be a shame to not sit back and enjoy the show, but his fun was short lived, as Drawcia ended her brief period of madness early when she finally finished processing what Marx said. All at once, the sorceress's mind was filled with the most disturbing, incomprehensible images imaginable. She turned to Marx slowly, both needing and dreading to know the truth, and asked the question that she knew deep in her soul had driven countless to insanity. "Wait... Z-zero's... A WOMAN?!"

"Oh, and here I thought you were a smart one. Think about it, she gave birth to an entire race. Even sea horses need a female to lay the eggs before the male can shove them in his empty chest cavity to hatch later."

Scratch that, NOW Drawcia's mind was filled with the most disturbing images imaginable.


{Popstar - Whispy's Woods, Present}

Magolor had studied many of the mysteries of Gamble Galaxy, from the ancients of Halcandra to the abnormally large number of demons and undead roaming the worlds. But of all the mysteries, Whispy's sudden burst of power was the most mind-boggling of all.

Kirby continued to hit the tree with the ultra sword, but despite how far the tree was thrown back, he seemed to take no damage. After a good five or six knock-backs from the sword, Whispy decided to stay in place and toss giant apples, chestnuts, and the occasional caterpillar from his branches. The scarfy pack finally finished pouring out of Whispy's canopy and concentrated on swarming Kirby. He was able to hold against them with his sword and help from Chuchu, who tapped into Kirby's power and summoned a giant sword of her own. The swarm isolated them from the others though, preventing them from fighting Whispy. Keeby began fighting the growing number of Whispy Juniors flooding the area. They didn't put up much of a fight, but there were a lot of them, and Keeby couldn't help in the main fight either. Ribbon found an opening between the trees and flew of to find help. This left Magolor and Adeline to deal with Whispy.

Magolor continuously launched fireballs at the tree, hoping that eventually one of them would stick and set the bark on fire. The whole time, he wondered why the Lor hadn't returned. Surely, it had found Meta Knight by now. What was taking it so long? Magolor's question was quickly answered as he heard both a familiar shooting sound and a loud thunder crack. "Nova damn you Kracko."

Adeline honestly couldn't figure out what everybody was worried about. Without the scarfy pack to deal with, there wasn't much to the battle. Fly over a rotten apple here, dodge a bouncing chestnut there, fly directly into a row of torna- wait, what? Adeline didn't have time to register the twister coming towards her, and was spun into a chestnut, causing her to crash. She got up, pulling thorns out of her beret, only to be tossed down by another twister. Whispy saw the opportunity for an attack and spat out another volley of whirlwinds. This tossed the girl into the air, where Magolor quickly caught her in his hands.

"This is insane!" Magolor shouted, dodging a flurry of air puffs. "How is Whispy doing this? Is he possessed by Dark Matter or something?"

"No... Even Necrodeus couldn't make Whispy this strong, let alone a single Dark Matter." Adeline stretched out her wings and started flying again. "Either Whispy ate an entire Hyper-Zone, or we're dealing with a demon we've never seen before."

"...No...It can't..."

Magolor ignored the voice in his head and looked down at the raging tree, taking note of his hollow eyes. "I have an idea... But we need a distraction; Something to make Whispy question his sanity. Paint up something ridiculous, quick!" Just then, a small figure jumped out from under the brush, standing before the forest king. It appeared to be Ribbon, but she was wearing a white, fur dress, rather than her normal red one. She had a pair of black cat ears, a matching tail, and a bell collar. The fairy promptly got on all fours, readying a pounce. "Wow, you work fast!"

Adeline did her best to stifle her giggle at the overly adorable sight below her. "That wasn't me..."

"I think she has the animal ability."

Ribbon lunged onto one of Whispy's roots and bit down on it. She immediately fell to the ground and began nursing a sore jaw, as the root started to coil around the small fairy.

"Let's just hurry before she kills herself."

Magolor flew down to the distracted tree, and shot a fireball directly into one of his eyes. This finally got a reaction out of the thing, but it wasn't one anyone was expecting. The inside of the tree burst into flames, that was understandable, but the hole Whispy used a a mouth suddenly shifted into a jagged line that ran around the entire trunk. The entire tree tore apart across that line, the top and bottom halves held together only by a strand of bark on either side of Whispy's body. The rest of the newly demonic tree's face disappeared, while jagged spikes grew all over trunk. Whispy spewed a wave of blue fire all around the battlefield, knocking back both his enemies, and his own Scarfy and Jounior allies. Roots shot up from the ground all over the battlefield, grabbing onto and coiling around everyone. The tree quickly tossed Ribbon into its mouth, letting out another roar to taunt Kirby before he started to chew up the girl. Faint screams were heard from within the trunk.

At that point, Whispy's captives noticed a change come over Kirby. He stopped struggling entirely, and just stared dead at Whispy. His eyes were filled with a rage that, of them, only Adeline and Magolor had seen from Kirby; and some sort of amber, misty aura was trailing from his eyes as well. Adeline recognized that look from when Ribbon was injured by that... thing... in Dark Star, while Magolor remembered it from his past bottles with the puffball. Both braced themselves for what was to come.

A pulse of energy erupted from Kirby's sword, which now had the same eerie glow as his eyes, blowing apart the root that held him. Whispy retaliated by reopening his body, leaning towards Kirby so every hit he landed would slash at Ribbon. During the resulting stare down, Whispy's captives noticed another strange sight. A black miasma snaked across the ground and entered the tree. Almost immediately, Whispy started to convulse, and darkness replaced the fire that erupted from his trunk. After several seconds, the darkness burst out the tree's trunk, carrying a familiar eye and a strange, white, tear-like crystal covered in red markings. The wave of shadow put out all the fires in the area, and forced Whispy to retract its roots, freeing all the captives. At that, Whispy turned back into his normal self. The tree fell, losing his leaves and spitting out Ribbon, who was surprisingly unscathed considering she was being snacked on by a flaming wood demon. Kirby took this opportunity to launch his attack, slashing at Whispy with dozens of impossibly fast sword strikes and launching him skywards. The forest king was lost among the clouds.

After Whispy's defeat, all the Scarfies and Jouniors fled into the woods, leaving the children and their chaperones alone. Keeby pulled out a phone to call his and Kirby's warpstars so they could get out of the forest before someone realized they trashed it.

"D-did..." Adeline stammered, not sure what to make of the situation, "Did that Dark Matter save us?"

Magolor shrugged his shoulders... well, his hands, while being taunted by the voice about how it was right about attacking the Dark Matter. Out of the corner of his eye, the mage noticed that Kirby and Chuchu were shaking Ribbon around. "Hey! What're you two doing!?"

Kirby started screaming, the aura still trailing out of his eyes. "Bad! Ribbon hurt!"

Chuchu grabbed onto Magolor's cape and pulled him towards the fairy. "She's gone all empty inside! We need to do something!"

Magolor pulled his cape back towards himself. "What are you talking abo... Woah..."

"..!"

Ribbon was gazing in the direction the Dark Mater flew off, silent and unmoving, with her hands covering her chest. The fairy's eyes had gone from their usual blue to solid black, whites and all. After a few moments of dead silence, Adelne noticed that Ribbon was holding something, and forced her arms down, causing a small gem similar to the one the dark matter had taken away to fall from the fairy's chest onto the ground below. Ribbon broke out of the trance, her eyes returning to normal. Adeline picked the crystal up, studying both it and the now shaking fairy.

"Y-yeah... weird thing right...? Ahaha..." Ribbon was blinking rapidly, her eyes switching between black and normal. The fairy's voice carried what sounded like primal fear and started to randomly echo. "I-I saw a big one of t-those in Whispy... I think he was d-drawing power from it. The Dark Matter broke it and took the pieces, but left this one behind." The young fairy looked at her wrist. "W-We'll look at the time! ...Ahaha... I'm going home soon! BYE!"

Ribbon turned and flew off at speeds much faster than anyone in the group thought she was capable of, mostly so no one would notice she wasn't actually wearing a watch. Kirby, Keeby, and Chuchu pursued her on the warpstars once they returned. The Lor Starcutter landed a few moments later, its hull charred black in some spots from fighting Kracko.

Meta Knight landed near Adeline and Magolor, surveying the area. "You've done a number on this forest. I assume the children already fled."

Adeline gave Meta Knight the crystal Ribbon had dropped and explained the situation. Meta Knight stayed calm as usual, despite the strange circumstances, looking over the gem. "Hmm... Strange, I feel as though I've seen something like this before." Meta Knight's phone went off as he studied the strange crystal, and nearly dropped it as he received some troubling news. "Whispy... just took out one of the Halberd's wings. I'll have to get back to you on what this thing is later." Meta Knight departed to see his ship didn't sink, taking the gem with him. Adeline and Magolor boarded the Lor shortly after, and took off to catch up with Kirby and the others.


Well, there begins the head cannon...ness, on Drawcia's side at least; and with it, the beginning of my Kirby "lore." I'll be getting to my ideas on the other side to, so don't think the weirdness will end on that side. Let's just hope we get there before the next decade. Oh, and here's another of my quirks: random, violent shifts between normal (at least what passes for "normal" in the Kirbyverse) and insanity. On the plus side, it should be really easy to write Marx.

~Minima