A/N: Kirby, do you think anybody will understand that this doesn't take place after the last two chapters? I mean, we kinda just wrote it up and stuck it in there so that nobody would be confused about the cover art...
Stop worrying about that Meta Knight. We stuck in the beginning of the next chapter, so maybe it's for the better that they think it takes place after chapter 2. Just hope that no-one will notice...
There were some mornings that
"WAIT!" Kirby shouted. Then he paused. "Hm, that could use some formatting. How about—"
Meta Knight quickly put on some heavy…'ear' protection (if they even have actual ears, but Mike's second headguard is an accurate picture) as Kirby changed the formatting.
"Wait!" Kirby shouted.
Meta Knight sighed in relief.
"Hm, not good enough." Kirby grinned.
Meta Knight held up his paw. "Kirby, what could you—"
Kirby jumped up on his tip-toes and struck a pose as he looked toward the heavens. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
Kirby looked down from his pose to see Meta Knight sprawled on the floor, covered in blue electricity. A sweatdrop appeared next to Kirby's head. "Uh, whoopsies. I need to watch my volume."
"Kirby, it might help if you state the exact decibels every time you yell. That way, it will give others enough delay to cover their ears."
"But the reason I'm yelling is because I want people to hear me! I don't want them to cover their ears!"
"Well at the very least, it might help you to consider how loud exactly you're making your voice in this."
"Sheesh, you could yell…" Kirby muttered.
"Yeah Kirby, but you know that my voice wasn't meant for yelling. I don't yell anything besides Fumu's name very often; therefore, if I yell, my voice might magically or metaphorically break from extreme use. Good logic."
"But this is a story. Can't you fix it if it breaks?" Kirby argued.
"Kirby. It doesn't work that way."
"Whatever. This isn't the point of this chapter."
"Yeah Kirby," Meta Knight cut in. "I know what it's about. It's about—"
"It's about the cover!" Dedede exclambolated out of nowhere.
Kirby and Meta Knight looked far less than pleased. In fact, they looked the exact opposite of pleased. Kirby clenched his paw while Meta Knight tried to look like he wasn't upset. This was pretty easily accomplished since he was wearing a mask, which was making Kirby more than a little upset than he already was. There was no way that Kirby wanted to be seen as not as calm as Meta Knight!
Meta Knight stood up even farther on tiptoe and flicked his wings open. "First, Dedede, we're the authors so only WE can create words. If you use something like 'exclambolated', it's ours because we're writing. And second, who the heck made you boss of the cov—"
Kirby smirked, and in a flash, he whipped out his pen and streaked ink on the side of Meta Knight's mask while he was distracted. The metal plate teleported over to Kirby's paw, and he waved it tauntingly as the blue puff glared at him. Meta Knight growled at Kirby (quite the unusual sound) before tackling him. Kirby threw the mask over his nonexistent shoulder, and it skidded until it reached a corner. There was no definite background, but the first thing they thought of was a huge, empty warehouse. The scene changed to a huge, empty warehouse, and the mask slid across the floor until it hit a corner.
(As you can see, the puffballs have learned a bit about improving sentence vocabulary, readability, and et cetera in the comparison between the third-to-last sentence and the last sentence.)
Meta Knight stopped wrestling with Kirby and glared up at the sky. "Hey, who the heck wrote—"
Kirby, who had already pushed Meta Knight underneath him, seized the opportunity to smack his cheeks, which coincidentally happened to be one of the most sensitive parts of a puffball's body. Meta Knight let go of his grip on Kirby's paws, and the pink puff attempted to pin both his arms and his wings down at the same time. Meta Knight struggled to throw Kirby off of him, but instead the two just flopped on the side. Dedede walked up in front of the camera as the two puffs tried to resolve their argument. All that was visible was his belt.
Suddenly, the (format suddenly switched. And so did the writing intelligence; seriously, who uses 'suddenly' twice in a five-word sentence?)
Dedede: Hey hey, am I too close to the camera?
(Dedede looked around.)
Dedede: Hey, isn't there anyone here?
(Suddenly, the author grabbed the story reins while Kirby and Meta Knight weren't paying attention.)
Authoress: Correction, it's 'authoress' in the last sentence; I'm too lazy to change it. Hey Dedede, back your fat butt up about a foot.
(Dedede backs up about a foot. His body is visible, but nothing else is.)
Authoress: Uhhh, back up until I say 'stop'. Just shuffle back slowly…okay…STOP!
(Dedede stops.)
Dedede: No formatting?
Authoress: Nah. I'm not extreme. Caps are enough; otherwise, I just use formatting for emphasis. But never underlining. Underlining has its purpose. But whatever. Whadidya wanna say?
Dedede: Oh!
(Dedede looks toward the camera and wiggled his eyebrows.)
Dedede: This is…Channel D-D-D!
Authoress: No it's not. It's my flipping story, you control freak.
Dedede: K rating!
Authoress: I edited it. But it isn't Channel DDD. It's. MY. Story. Got—
Kirby: Hey, hold it right there, you scoundrel!
(The formatting reverted) back to normal. Kirby and Meta Knight were glaring defiantly at the sky, with both holding pens. Kirby nodded toward Meta Knight, and while the mask had still mysteriously disappeared, the two were in agreement somehow.
"Good arrangement of my lines, Meta Knight. A little old-fantasy-oriented, but it didn't sound moronic either. Pretty good job."
Meta Knight nodded and gave Kirby a thumbs-up. Kirby looked a bit irked since he had no thumbs himself, but passed it off quickly. Kirby stood up on his tip-toes; Meta Knight stood next to him in practically the exact same pose, and the two glared up at the authoress.
"Get your dirty hands off of this, you selfish author!" Kirby snapped. "We, the fandoms, FINALLY get to write our own story…"
"AND YOU'RE JUST GONNA SNAP IT UP ALL OF A SUDDEN!" Meta Knight shouted.
"So you haul your sorry butt out of here!" Kirby finished triumphantly.
The authoress waved her hand, even though nobody saw her in the story and even though she didn't do so in real life. "Fine. See ya, peeps. Or should I say, puffs. I got bigger fish to fry. Ha ha ha!"
The three present characters remained frozen for about five minutes. Then Dedede scratched an itch on his side, which prompted Kirby and Meta Knight to give him flat looks.
"What?"
"There's a point to this chapter, you know," the duo chorused.
"It's called 'cover picture'." Meta Knight stated.
"Isn't it 'cover art'?" Kirby raised an eyebrow.
"Who really cares."
"Well hey, I want some cover art. I'm a great model. Stick me up there."
"No flippin' way. You aren't even one of the main characters; we are. I'd rather put Sailor Dee up there than you." Meta Knight stated irritably.
Kirby walked over to the camera. "Well, we're in a bit of a problem. Y'see, the authoress publishing this—" He winced at calling her 'the authoress', even if it wasn't directly her story. "Well, she can't draw. She can draw a few pictures of me, but forget anyone else. So she couldn't draw a cover for the story."
Kirby coughed and leaned closer to the camera. "MUCH LESS SOMETHING DECENT."
He backed down. "So me and Meta Knight decided to hold a meeting to see what we should use as cover art instead, 'cause we aren't using whatever the authoress happens to put up. Even if it later becomes a past memory, we need a cover NOW. 3's the lucky number. I'm not going another chapter without a cover."
"Kirby, I don't really think we need a cover at this precise moment. I mean, what are we gonna use?" Meta Knight said. He flicked the pen across Dedede's robe and threw him against the wall.
"Yeah we do!"
"No we don't!"
"Yeah we do!"
"No we don't!"
"Yeah we do!"
"No we don't!"
"Yeah we do!"
"No we don't!"
"Yeah INFINITY." Kirby said, crossing his...paws.
Meta Knight sighed. "Well, I guess I agree, but what could we use without making the cover a mockery of our ability? It's kinda…I dunno. What would actually encompass the story, or at least a significant point of it, or some joke, of this fic?"
"You could put me as the cover. I already told you; isn't it a good idea?"
Kirby and Meta Knight glared at him before lightbulbs went off over their heads and they grinned simultaneously.
"Hey Kirby," Meta Knight stated slyly, grinning wider than before. "I have a GREAT idea for what we could put as the cover. It really encompasses the spirit of fiction."
"I, heh, I think I know what you're talking about, my good friend." Kirby agreed. The pink puff winked. "May I do the honors?"
Meta Knight paused. "Ah sure, what the heck? Go ahead."
The screen—er, scene—flashed white. The trio looked up at the ceiling. The puffballs looked very pleased with their efforts.
Dedede clenched his fist.
"Why YOU LITTLE—"
Meta Knight quickly pressed a big red button that appeared out of nowhere.
"[BEEEEEEEP] WHY YOU [BEEEEEEEEEP] AND [BEEEEEEEEEP] I'LL [BEEEEEEEEEEP]…"
Dedede was asleep on the floor. The puffballs had pretended to sleep while protecting themselves with a magical shield. It deflected the volume of the King's voice, so when he found that he had no audience, he had just decided to take a nap, seeing that he couldn't go anywhere. Kirby and Meta Knight slowly got up and walked over to each other, admiring the ceiling that portrayed the fic's cover.
"Good cover, huh?"
"Yeah. If this doesn't display the point of fictional ignorance, I don't know what will."
"I guess it's so good because it doesn't really have anything to do with the story, am I right?"
"No, what makes it so good is that we were talking about it and it's now part of a joke for just this chapter about how it was so useless. There's about 52 more paragraphs of explanation I could go through for it, but I don't understand everything since I'm not a seasoned author. I just read that off a script."
Meta Knight held up his script to Kirby.
"Hm, it really does have literary information. Looks like just a pile of scrap info. Eh, I guess it has some value. Safekeeping."
Meta Knight shoved the script in his mouth. "Yup, safekeeping."
King Dedede woke from his slumber and staggered over to the puffballs, with renewed rage sparking in his eyes. "You guys…you're terrible. To put a picture like that as the cover…"
The duo exchanged glances.
"Hey, you wanted a picture of yourself as the cover. Now you got it!" Meta Knight stated happily.
"If anything, you should be thanking us," Kirby added, winking. "We weren't even going to consider your idea."
"Grrrrrr…" The king raised his hammer. "My personality dictates that I have a short temper! Take this!"
The king began chasing the puffballs around the room, but the two soon remembered that they had literary pens. They jumped over and behind King Dedede anime-style and landed without him even noticing they were gone (more Fictional Convenience!). Kirby flicked his pen across his cheek and a door opened in front of Dedede. He ran through it and the door disappeared.
"Where did he go?" Meta Knight asked quizzically.
"I dumped him off at his throne room," Kirby responded casually. "After all, I wouldn't really be happy if I was in his case either."
"Neither would I," agreed Meta Knight. "But fortunately, I didn't steal all the food in Dream Land, so there's no excuse for me."
The two puffballs created a larger door and jumped through. They landed outside Kirby's house, where the argument continued before Meta Knight flew home.
"I don't see a logical base there…"
"Kirby, there's more logic than I feel like explaining right now. But just know that I'm right."
"How do I know that if I don't know all the logical facts?"
"Because I don't know all the logical facts…"
