Well, I feel as though no one really likes my story. I know I'm not very good at writing so I'd appreciate some constructive reviews, but please don't be mean. I might stop writing this, but I'm not sure. Also, I've been thinking of making an Ask the Kirby Characters so maybe that might pop up soon...Thank you :) *Lame intro over*

Flashing lights and the screams of tortured souls. It all flowed in on me, like a wave of hell. White hot pain searing through flesh and bones. There was fire and darkness, consuming parts of the ground underneath me, or what ground there was; I was floating. It was all happening at once, too quickly, swarming around my body in a swirl of light and dark, clashing with each other as if fighting. I stood directly in the center, petrified from the commotion. The light was blinding, but the dark was menacing. It was a tornado of black and white, spinning and spinning endlessly.

All around me was a yin and yang pattern of swirls, screaming and hollering, at me, supposedly. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm..sorry... I kept repeating, but I didn't even know what I was sorry for...I'm so sorry...

"That won't cut it Magolor." Great...another voice to keep track of..? I twirled around to get a good full-sized look at the tornado, still terrified, but able to function properly. Nothing seemed to be speaking... So..who or what did the voice belong to?

'That won't cut it?' What is that supposed to mean? Maybe if the voice could just tell me what I had done...

And what was I supposed to do now? The checker-stained swirl seemed to be closing in on me, slowly, but noticeably. The sound of wind rushing and screaming was becoming near unbearable. Below me, I could see the fire and darkness disappearing as the narrower bottom of the black and white tornado covered it. A small mess of knots that had formed in my stomach earlier turned into a massive case of claustrophobia. I panted in panic as the walls of light and dark kept moving closer, until I could feel the horrid pain on the tips of my gloves. It was like nothing I felt before. There was the familiar scorching, burning sensation sending flames of hatred and anger in my small figure. I felt as though I would rip this tornado to shreds; who cares if it's impossible?!

But something stopped me. It was hard to describe, but it felt like a numbing cold, so cold, it kept me from moving. It was as if ice shards were coursing through my body. This was like a trap. The blistering cool sensation had wrapped itself around my hands like chains, keeping me prisoner in the tornado. I could barely breathe from the pressure and claustrophobia, but the black and white colors kept closing in. Until the tornado was practically squeezing my insides, it halted.

Please, please...If I'm going to die, kill me quickly! This pain is unbearable, just kill me already! I don't want to live in this hell! A voice echoed throughout my mind. It sounded like my own voice, so I assumed it was mine. Well, I agree with it...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

For a moment, everything was still, the colors seemed to wash away, but the pain still lingered.

Forgive me, forgive me...help me...

All that was left was a black canvas now, as if it conquered the light. The tornado wasn't crushing my sides anymore, in fact it was completely gone, faded into thin air. And so did the cold feeling. I could still feel the burning sensation deep inside me, leaping out to attack; a fire taking control of my soul. It was as if I was on fire. I was stinging all over.

Please...

"But you know the answer is going to be no," a shrill, raspy voice echoed in the darkness. I froze in my burning flame. "W-Who's there..!?"

Suddenly an eye opened, no, two eyes, but the sickening purple irises seemed to bounce all over the place. That was all I could see apart from the blackness coating everything else. Then there was a grin, an evil, sinister grin that would've made anyone fall to their knees and cower in fear. I would've done the same if I had knees, or...if there was a ground, so I just trembled. A long tongue poked out from the toothy smile that grossed me out. It too seemed to move all over the place. I tried to move back, but a strong force held me in one place.

"Who are you...?" My voice cracked at the end, and I swear the purple irises locked on mine for split second. "Who am I?" The creature cackled, "Well, I thought you already knew!"

"No, he doesn't know who you are yet, so don't tell him," another voice, much deeper and more powerful cut in. I couldn't see where it was coming from.

The raspy voice groaned. "Oh c'mon, he won't even remember N-"

"Don't." A sense of bitterness radiated from the deeper vocals, and the higher one whined in annoyance. What were they talking about? How would I know them if I never even met them?

The next few seconds seemed to blur together. The two voices struck a heated conversation until the deeper voice seemed to win the argument. Then the eyeballs and sinister grin started enlarging, or moving closer until it was right up in my face. My eyes wide and hands trembling, I cowered in terror. It cackled right in front of me. The insane noise seemed to linger longer than I wanted to, echoing in my ears which were folded down in fear. Then the face disintegrated in a bloodcurdling scream, even louder and more menacing than the laughing still ringing in my ears. Now everything was eerily pitch black. My sides were squeezing together and I couldn't remember experiencing more pain than this. I felt horribly dizzy and nauseous. Until I swear I was going to hurl, everything faded to white.


I woke to a light gray coated room. Things were still fuzzy, but I could make out about two figures standing above me. One was dressed in a light green uniform, tarnished by soot and ashes, and the other one, wearing a similar uniform but in dark orangey-red, also covered with ashes. They were facing the other direction and seemed to be talking to each other rapidly, until one of them whispered something into the others ear, and they both turned around. Now they were facing me, and I began to feel a bit awkward. What was wrong? How come I was here?

The figure sporting the green uniform held out their hand. "Hurry, you can't let him see you like this!" they spoke in a harsh whisper, so it must've been urgent, but I couldn't really understand. I guess they could tell from the look on my face, so the green figure helped me up them self.

"This is bad Celina...he doesn't even know where he is! By now the boss is probably half way through the workers!" The red individual cried out to the green one.

"Oh hush, give him some time to remember-"

"No, this was a bad idea! We should've just let him die here! This'll only get us killed if he doesn't remember in time!" I could tell this was going to start a heated argument, but the figure wearing green...supposedly Celina.., seemed to keep her cool. But the red one obviously wanted me dead. Why though? Did I do something wrong? "M-May I speak...?" I pushed into the conversation weakly. Celina seemed surprised to see me talk, but the other person just glared.

"No you may-!"

"Of course you can." Celina cut in, giving me a warm smile. I couldn't help but smile back, but then shivered when I earned a death look from the other. "Th-thank you...," I mumbled, averting my eyes from both of them shyly. "Well,...what is this place, and how come I'm here..? Also, who's..the boss..?"

Celina was about to answer before the red covered figure objected. "See Celina! We're just wasting our time! There are a bunch of workers who actually know whats going on who need the information!"

"Marid, let the poor fellow speak! He was out cold, he just doesn't remember." Celina seemed annoyed with so said..Marid. Marid made and over exaggerated sigh and returned his glare to me. "Sorry about that," Celina smiled again. "Marid can be a bit...rude." From the corner of my eye, I could see Marid sticking his tongue out at us. Celina ignored him and continued, "Anyway, this is the factory we work at, run by our boss, otherwise known as the Metal General. You're here because...well I guess you were chosen to be in the boss's group this year..."

I was confused. "Wait...what group? This year?" My parents never even mentioned anything about this Metal General to me before. And out of all the Halcandrans, why me? This was coming in too fast, and I began to feel a painful headache. Marid rolled his eyes at my confused look, so I shot him a glare. It's not my fault I have no idea what's going on!

"Yes, the boss searches for new workers every certain amount of years. The thing is, no one knows when he starts looking. The past 17 years, things have been working well in the factories, so no one expected for him to come out and go scavenging for new workers. I guess he just wanted to surprise everyone or something..." Celina trailed off and played with a frayed string protruding from her tan gloves. I frowned. Why would the Metal General want to surprise everyone? Wouldn't he be satisfied if the work in the factories was going well? Then I remembered how surprised I was when he came to my home.


"It was for the best." The robot's yellow eyes bored into me. All I could do was cower in fear. A lifeless monster had just killed my own mother! And it's for the best!? What kind of sick thing would think that!? All of this was still slowly sinking in, seeping in through the cracks of my already broken heart. This couldn't be happening...I couldn't lose both my parents in the same day! Living in the dump of a house would just be more painful without them. Hopefully, not all the memories were destroyed...What would I have of them to remember?

I bent down to hold my mother's hand, crying like a little kid who didn't want their mother to leave on their first day of preschool. Crying hysterically. I wished that by a miracle, she would open her eyes and gaze up at me, and tell me everything is okay. Even a small sign, like the squeeze of her hand, would make me feel stronger.

"Come on..just a little sign! I'll do anything! I can't survive without you!" I choked at the end of my sentence and started bawling my eyes out again. 'Face it Magolor, your mother's dead. You can't do anything about it, begging and crying won't help', I though miserably. The thing is, it's true, and I'd have to accept that she won't come back alive. If only there was a way, I'd do it...

The robot just stood there, watching me mercilessly the whole time, not making a sound. My lip was quivering, as I tried to calm myself down in front of the murderer. I took shaky breaths, each of them slow and yearning for comforting words. The last place I'd want to be is sobbing right next to my mother's murderer.

Then, the thought struck me.

If both of my parent's are dead, and I have no real place to live, where would I go? What would I do?

As if reading my mind, the robot took a few steps closer; the sound of clunking metal was unsettling. It turned it's gaze to penetrate through me. I made and effort to back up, but a fragment of a chair stood in my way.

"Come, now, you will work in the factories from now on." It's emotionless voice angered me. I clung to my mothers hand and shook my head. "No you...you damned murderer! I'm staying here!" I would never leave her side, dead or alive. No matter what that creature made me do!

The shark-like hunk of metal remained unemotional, but I could tell that if it wasn't a robot, it would be really pissed. I started trembling as it advanced towards me. It locked it's emotionless eyes on mine as if I was a target, and raised one of it's arms at my face. My eyes widened in fear. A gun was held just inches from me. My grip on my mother's hand tightened.

"Come, or I will not hesitate to shoot." The same voice seemed to pierce right through my body. I hated the sound of it to pieces. But right now fear overruled hate.

"M-My mother would disap-prove-"

"You mother is dead. She make no impact on the outcome of this situation." The robot interrupted. I winced and softly started crying again. All I wanted was my mother or father to hug me, any comfort at all from them would fill the hole in my heart. But the hole kept growing; the hole that was bored into me my a merciless robot with no heart and no soul. I would pound him to a pulp if I could...

I knew there was nothing I could've done to save them, but I still felt like it was my fault..., but things happen for a reason, right? If so, then why did this happen to me? Someone must've been angry at me for something, but I didn't do anything wrong! Did someone just send this demonic robot to slaughter people carelessly? Shame on that person...whoever they are..!

I cringed when a clicking noise sounded. It came from the robot's gun, who seemed just about ready to shoot. My eyes widened and I grasped my mother's hand as tightly as I could, holding on for dear life. I could hear energy charging, like an engine, inside the deadly machine that was about to kill me. Covering my face with my other hand, I braced myself for the insufferable pain to commence, waiting...waiting...

Waiting and waiting...Still the sound of energy was hearable..., until I was roughly shoved aside. Pain shot through my side. My eyes popped open, just to see a shady figure standing up to the robot. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the figure seemed angry.

My side was warm...my eyelids were heavy..., I could barely make out a few other faces before everything went black.


"Hey, Magolor, you okay?" The familiar voice of Celina comforted me. I nodded.

"Y-Yeah...I'm just a little tired." What was that I had just seen? It must've just been a flashback of when the Metal General came to take me away...But...why?..

Marid seemed annoyed, and muttered something to himself about having better things to do...

Celina smiled, and moved over to a small crevice in the corner of the room, motioning for me too follow. Marid quickly jumped ahead of me, pushing me aside, and walked right through the opening.

"Gee...what does this guy have against me..." I mumbled softly. I began to take in the room more clearly now. It wasn't even a 'room', actually. The light gray coloring was a huge clump of rocks that looked like the roof of a cave. I had been laying down on a pile of soft, powdered rock. Or an enormous lump of chalk dust. Either way, it left white marks on me, so I smoothly brushed them off.

I could see that Marid was long gone, but Celina still waited there, patiently, for me to climb through the crevice too. There was something about her that just made me feel safe and secure. It's hard to describe, but it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling I couldn't shake off. I liked it though, strangely enough. Celina started crawling through the small hole. I followed her and was at a loss for words for what lay in front of me.

Colossal machines clanged and bashed together. There were Halcandrans everywhere. In every single corner and about every square inch, someone was there working. I couldn't believe my eyes. The workers looked exhausted. Some were sweating so hard they dripped wherever they walked. It was truly horrifying. A sudden screeching noise sent my flying towards Celina, grasping her hand for comfort. She looked startled too, and aqueezed my hand back. Only then did I realize what I did, and blushed, loosening my grip.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

Celina looked less scared for a moment, and giggled. "That's okay."

I smiled. Geez Magolor, what were you thinking!? You're lucky Celina didn't push you away! She's probably just being nice to you because you're new!

Another high pitched sound triggered my hand to squeeze hers again. A worker, not too far away, seemed to be getting scolded at. He looked so pale, he could pass out at the instant. I was too terrified to speak up. A larger worker slapped the smaller one in the face, and started yelling at him. I clutched Celina's hand tighter.

"H-Help!" The smaller Halcandran yelped out, flailing as the bigger one smacked him again.

"Wuss..! This wouldn't be happening if you didn't let that machine out of control!" He pointed to a large piece of equipment moving rapidly. One worker was frantically typing in messages on a keyboard while another cleared everyone out of the area. I backed up slightly with Celina.

"I-I said it wasn't my fault!" The smaller Halcandran stammered, trembling. I felt pitiful for the worker. He didn't seem like he'd want to cause any trouble, in fact he looked more scared than me. The taller worker smacked him again, clearly not convinced.

"That's an obvious lie since you were the only one managing the machine! If the boss sees..." I didn't know if I imagined it, but the burlier one shuddered. He shook his head. "That would be big trouble for you! And I'm not getting in trouble either since it's my job to watch over this section!" He smacked the other one last time before grumbling off towards the uncontrollable machine. Everyone was silent for a few seconds until returning to their original work like nothing happened. On the other hand, I refused to let go of Celina, since I was still petrified from the situation.

"Magolor, come here," Celina softly spoke to me. I nodded, and followed her as she lead me towards a door. She turned the knob and tugged the door open, holding it out for me. I looked at her confused.

"Aren't you coming?"

Celina sighed, and shook her head slowly. "No, I can't. You'll have to go in yourself." I felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me.

"W-What do you mean? Why can't you come? Where am I going? W-What's going on-?"

"I'm sorry I can't come Magolor, but you have to go see the boss. Every new worker does, if they're late. Since you...passed out, you missed your group.." Celina took a deep breath, nudging me in a little. "Good luck.."

My eyes widened.

"W-Wait, good luck!? Celina don't let me go in there! CELINA-" The door was closed in front of my face before I could finish. Suddenly, I felt alone, completely, utterly alone. No one to turn to, no one to talk to. No one I could trust. My stomach churned and sweat dripped from my ears. Slowly, I turned around to face the room I was kept prisoner in. It was dimly lighted. I could make out only a few things, like a bookshelf and a few lights on the wall. It was eerily quiet, which set me on edge, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when the sound of clunking metal hit my eardrums.

"I see you have come to get your job." That metallic voice...that unemotional voice...!

"Y-Yes..." I weakly stated. Two glowing yellow eyes stared straight into mine, making me shiver. I could hear the clunking metal getting louder.

"You are late." The Metal General simply stated.

I gulped. "I-I know...I'm sorry..!" Maybe I could beg forgiveness?

"I don't take apologizes that easily, worker." I shivered again. I knew why Celina wished me good luck now. Slim chance I would talk myself out of this situation. I started trembling as the Metal General advanced. I didn't know if I was imagining it, but I though he sparked a bit. I could feel the electrifying energy from the sparks, and backed up more, until I was pressed up against the door.


Celina sighed after she closed the door on Magolor. The poor thing...who knows what the boss would do to him? I wish I could do something... The Halcandran girl slowly started away from the door, before she bumped into someone.

"Oh! Sorr- Marid?" Now she was confused. What was Marid doing here? His work was by the repair section, which was almost completely on the other side of the factory. He looked nervous though. His palms were sweaty and he fingered at the black bandana tied around his neck.

"Something must be wrong...the boss sent one of the head workers to tell me to meet him in this room...you think he just wants me to fix one of his weapons?" Marid glanced anxiously at the door to the room containing Magolor.

Celina thought for a second, then froze, wide-eyed. This can't be good. "Marid, Magolor is in that room." She looked up at him, nervous for their new friend. This just doesn't make sense. Why would the boss wan't Marid if Magolor's already in the room? Actually, why is he calling him at all? Ugh, calm down Celina! It's probably nothing! You'll just wait out here until they're done with their business. Simple!

Marid slowly walked up to the door and knocked 3 times. He waited with a huge pit in his stomach. The Metal General could want anything! He needed to make sure to show no sign of weakness so he wouldn't doubt his abilities. Then he'd definitely be a goner. Slowly, the door creaked open and Marid trudged in bravely. Celina gave him one last look of fear, right before the door was abruptly shut and locked right in front of her.


Holy crap, this was a looooong one 0_o... Anyway, Marid and Celina are my Halcandran OC's, dunno if I should write their bio or something if anyone really wants to know. Oh well, reviews please, oh and I'll take any suggestions for future chapters if anyone has any. And sorry for the late update, I was busy and writers block struck me. Grr...so hard to write...Well bye peeps~