Part 2 of Milky Way Wishes. This is the chapter that convinced me I might as well upload my work. It's pretty emotional. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, a review would be much appreciated! There is one more chapter after this and then that will be all!


"Hiii!" Kirby greeted enthusiastically.

The little purple-white puffball just glared at him. The strange creature wore a red bowtie and a jester hat. It was curled up on the ground, an ugly bruise was on the side of its face. It didn't seem friendly at all.

"What's your name?" Kirby pressed.

"What's it to you?" The jester snarled, eyes narrowed.

"How did you get that bruise, Mr. Whatsitoyou?"

"None of your business!" the puffball growled. "Now go away!"

Kirby turned and walked away. He could tell when he wasn't wanted. But the puffball seemed pretty miserable and he wanted to help him out somehow. So he ran home and opened up his secret food stash. He grabbed the first thing he saw—a tomato—and ran back to where the puffball was. When he got back, he was still there, with his face buried in his little brown shoes.

"Here!" Kirby said, shoving the tomato in his face.

Mr. Whatsitoyou lifted his head and Kirby saw that his face was stained with tears. "What—I told you to go away! What is this?"

"A tomato. It'll make you feel better!"

The puffball, unwilling to argue when he was so hungry, snatched the tomato from Kirby's hand and gulped it right down. He licked his lips when he was done. "That was good."

Kirby smiled. "Do you want to play with me? Or does your bruise hurt too much?"

"No, I'll play with you," he responded, standing up. "It doesn't hurt that much. Some jerks just decided to rough me up a bit after I played a joke on them." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Pansies. I coulda taken them if they hadn't been in a group."

"Okay!" Kirby said, hopping up and down with excitement. "Let's be friends, Mr. Whatsitoyou!"

"Okay." The puffball smiled ever so slightly. "By the way, my name is Marx…"


A few more steps and there was no escaping. Kirby squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his feverish shaking. How could this have happened? His best friend was going to kill him. Why? Why?

Suddenly, Marx stopped advancing through the narrow ducts of the enormous comet. There was a long silence. Then, Marx spoke, his voice reaching to all corners of Nova:

"I know you can hear me, Kirby! And if you won't let me rule Popstar, then I'll destroy it instead!" With an insane laugh, he shot out of Nova, leaving a gaping hole behind him. Nova's insides shuddered with a loud creaking sound. Kirby breathed a quick sigh of relief, but as soon as the air left his lungs, Nova started streaking through space with an unforeseen speed. Kirby held on for dear life as the comet went flying right towards Popstar.

No! Kirby shrieked inwardly as the comet descended upon his home planet, prepared to crush everything he cherished.


"Everyone! Look up at the sky! It's the great comet, Nova!" Waddle Dee squealed, bounding through the village. Everyone was already outside, squinting past the sun to see a bright light shooting towards them.

"Yay! Kirby did it!" Poppy Bro Jr. exclaimed.

Bronto Burt looked doubtful. "Um…should it be going that fast?"

Everyone watched as the comet came closer and closer, entering their atmosphere with no signs of slowing down. "It's going to crash!" someone cried out in fear. The inhabitants of Dreamland turned to run, but it was no use. They couldn't escape it.

Just then, right before the comet could destroy Popstar once and for all, the sun and moon hurtled from separate parts of the sky, straight at it. They caught it on either side and forced it back. Nova's eyes glowed dangerously as it tried to fulfill Marx's wishes, but the combined power of the sun and moon kept it at bay.

Dreamlanders could only watch helplessly as these events played out before their eyes. As they wondered if there was anything they could do to help, a terrifying monster descended from the heavens. The residents screamed in horror.

"Hey everybody!" Marx shrieked gleefully. "Remember me?" He opened his mouth wide and sprayed needle-sharp arrows upon the defenseless residents. They shrieked and ran for cover, but a few of them were not so lucky.

"Bronto Burt! What color flowers do you want at your funeral?!" Marx jeered, just as a spindly cactus plant shot out of the ground and knocked the poor creature out of the sky.

"Leave him alone!" Poppy Bro Jr. yelled, throwing a bomb at Marx's face.

Marx teleported ten feet upwards. The explosive missed and destroyed a weak-structured home. The jester's eyes searched the crowd for the Bro, but he had disappeared into the masses of fleeing residents. Marx opened his mouth and a huge laser erupted from it. It swept over the town, destroying everything in its path and killing those that were too slow to get out of the way.


I've got to stop him! Kirby thought frantically, speeding through the ducts of Nova, trying to find the way out. Instead, he came upon an enormous room with mechanical gears and strange shining devices. It was the core of Nova.

Immediately, rockets were launched at him, detecting his intrusion. He steered the Starship to and fro, dodging with ease. At the same time, the ship launched bright blue and yellow stars into the air, which collided with the rockets and exploded on impact. He made his way to the center of the room where a bright, glowing heart resided.

The nucleus.

More and more rockets were being launched upon their approach. Kirby tried his best to dodge, and to aim the Starship in the direction of the nucleus, but there were just too many. A rocket struck the ship head on.

It spun out of control, but with amazing momentum, propelled itself right at the heart. Kirby braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Everything's going to be all right…

The ship exploded upon impact. A wave of heat blew Kirby back, and he flew through the air, disoriented. He was burnt badly; pain lanced up and down his body. Explosions erupted around him as Nova was destroyed from the inside out.

At least I saved Dreamland, he thought to himself, satisfied that he had destroyed the legendary comet. Maybe Marx was back to normal now. He would be touched by Kirby's sacrifice and rise up to be a hero. Dreamland would tell stories about this, for years and years to come…

Something nudged Kirby's side, snapping him out of his reverie. He forced open his eyes. Like a loyal pet, his Warp Star had come back to him. The other stars had split apart and disappeared—no doubt back to their respective planets—but here was his, saving his life.

Grateful tears flooded his eyes. He reached out and fixed his stubby arms around it. The star shot away from the burning heart of Nova, and towards a light that shone from the exit. Just as they were clear of the comet, there was a huge explosion, and part of Nova's face was blown clean off.

It ceased its attack on Popstar and sunk back. The Sun and Moon relaxed, letting the comet drift away from them. Then the Sun went down and the Moon rose—finally, their argument had been settled in this dire moment. They grasped that they were two halves of a whole, and had to work together to keep Dreamland in working order. In the end, Kirby's wish had still been granted.

But it wasn't over yet.

Kirby, heart alight with hopefulness, let the star fly him back to the surface of Popstar. He landed by his house, up on the hill. As soon as he hopped off, his Mirror copy ability reappeared. He was amazed that he didn't lose it in the heat of battle. Leaving the star by his house, he headed for Town Square.

As it came into view, he stopped in his tracks. The Town Square—or what was left of it—was barren and charred. Bodies of its residents littered the destroyed road. The dens and makeshift houses that had lined the road were gone. The piles of food so preciously stored away had been reduced to rubble.

The pink puffball slowly made his way down the hill and crept through the town, taking in his surroundings with a cold numbness.

Nothing would be all right after this. He and Marx would not sit together and laugh about what had happened this day, years from now. Lives had been taken. Homes destroyed. They were past the point of no return.

And as the monstrosity known as Marx finally appeared before him, he knew that his friend was gone for good.

"About time you showed up," the monster sneered, the ends of his mouth curling up in a vicious grin.

"I can't forgive you for this, Marx," Kirby whispered coldly.

Marx's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Come at me, then."

Burning with a rage he had never truly felt, Kirby launched himself at Marx, lifting his scepter high above his head. Shards of glass burst forth, but Marx had disappeared in a flash and reappeared behind Kirby with a cruel laugh. Sharp knives burst off of his body and sliced Kirby's fragile skin. Blood droplets scattered through the air around him. His blood. But he barely felt it.

Hot rage and betrayal blocked out all pain.

He went to attack Marx once more, but just like before, he disappeared. This time, he didn't reappear. Kirby stood tense on his feet, heart pounding, threatening to burst from his little chest…

An eerie laugh echoed around him.

Suddenly, large spiny cactus plants burst from the ground around him. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding impalement. Then Marx himself burst from the ground, directly beneath him. Kirby went flying through the air, and then landed painfully on the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

"Idiot!" Marx spat, as Kirby forced himself onto his feet and shot more mirror shards at him. Marx dodged, teleporting in and out of existence. "You'll die for nothing!" Kirby struggled to keep up. Then Marx appeared right in front of him, and the puffball finally managed to land a blow.

Marx reeled backwards, shrieking as the glass from the mirror pierced his sensitive eyes. As he screamed, he retched out a massive amount of arrows. Kirby puffed himself up and flew into the air, as the arrows whizzed by harmlessly underneath him. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Marx screeched, blinking the blood out of his eyes.

He clumsily swiped his claws in Kirby's direction, but the puffball easily leaped backwards. As he did, he summoned all of his power into one of his strongest attacks—a double that looked exactly like him burst from his body. Together, they unleashed their fury on Marx, who screeched as more glass dug itself into his soft body and newly-grown limbs.

Marx shrieked furiously, but all of the sudden, he abruptly stopped. A strange look came over his face. His eyes glimmered evilly. Then he opened his mouth and a ginormous laser practically exploded out of his gut.

Kirby's twin was too slow to get out of the way. He watched as his copy disintegrated before his eyes, and realized with a sickening jolt that it could have been him. Marx turned, eyes leering, the same strange expression on his face.

"Goodbye, Kirby."

The blue laser erupted from the monster's mouth, with a blast so strong that it lit the area as if the Sun had come back.

But Kirby had been ready. He was fast. He was strong. He had the divine power of the mirror shield that came with his copy ability. With it, he reflected the laser back at his enemy. Marx scrambled to dodge. And as he narrowly avoided a grisly fate, he didn't see Kirby flying straight at him. He didn't know his old friend had the resolve to see this through to the end.

As the dust cleared and Marx's attack dissipated into nothing, Kirby plunged one final shard of glass directly into his best friend's heart.

Marx emitted a guttural sound as the shard pierced his flesh. His eyes bulged from their sockets, looking down in surprise, only to be met with his own reflection. A face he could hardly recognize stared back. He gazed into his ruined eyes, red with blood.

Then his mouth stretched wide and he shrieked. A long, horrible, drawn-out screech. He propelled himself into the air, writhing in pain. He rose up into the atmosphere and kept going, as if he expected to escape from his demise. He kept going and going, headed straight for Nova…

Kirby could see the explosion from the ground. That was when he knew his best friend was gone. Nova too, but the young Star warrior knew he would never mourn for the comet that had so wrongly granted Marx's wish.

Kirby's eyes filled with tears. This was unlike a pain he had ever experienced. It almost seemed unreal.

Half of him silently wished that his friend would return…that he would come back to Popstar, normal. He would apologize for his actions. The innocent villagers he had slain would sit up and rub their heads, as if waking from a deep slumber. Together, everyone would rebuild the town. And years from now, Kirby and his friend would look back on this. Kirby would laugh at how greedily Marx had snatched that wish for himself. His friend would tell him to shut up, but smile ever so slightly as a blush crept across his face. Then they would eat cake and be happy.

But he knew that this was no longer possible.

"Goodbye, Marx…" Kirby whispered as the last traces of the explosion disappeared among the stars.


"He's gone," Waddle Dee whispered, voice cracking with sadness. "Kirby did it."

"Yeah," Bronto Burt said dully, staring downwards at the bodies that littered the streets. "He did."

A long silence followed his words. Now would be the time someone would say, "That Marx! He's going to get himself into real trouble someday," or "When I get ahold of that trickster, I'll…I'll…!" but no one said anything.

"Where is Kirby?" Poppy Bro Jr. asked, eyes scanning the destroyed path.

"I don't know," Waddle Dee squeaked. "But wherever he is, I hope he's okay…"


Kirby had slowly made his way back to his house, which had escaped the attack, being separated from the rest of the town. Not even sparing his Warp star a glance, he entered and headed straight for his bed. He collapsed on top of it and lay there for a long while, numb to any thought or emotion.

Finally, he sat up.

His room was dark, save for a soft shaft of moonlight that filtered in through his only window. It carved a perfect square on the floor, framing a dark round shape that rested delicately on the carpet. It caught Kirby's eye as soon as he looked up.

Marx's ball.

Kirby buried his face into his pillow and cried like never before. He cried for Dreamland, for its residents, dead and alive, but most of all he cried for his friend. For his memory, for his betrayal, for his demise. Even if he did have dark intentions all along, he had been there for him when no one else had. He shared in their adventures, despite his belief that he was useless. He had believed in Kirby when no one else had. He was good. He was true.

Despite how it ended, he couldn't deny that their friendship was precious. Kirby's best memories all shared one similarity—Marx was always by his side.

But now, never again.

This morning, Kirby had wondered what he would wish for, given the opportunity. Would he wish for peace? Or would he wish for himself?

He realized, now he knew.

If he could, he would have traveled to each planet in the solar system once more. He would fight the ferocious dragon that had attacked them a hundred times over. And he would gather each Warp star and take them to Nova.

The comet would appear and tell him, "I will grant you one wish."

And Kirby would wish for his friend back.

He would travel to galaxy's end and back, no matter how many times it took. And he would make that wish. But he knew, there was no point. Nova was gone now.

And so was his friend.