22 June 2015
There wasn't any update yesterday because my internet was screwing with me.
It still is. But less.
10. Picnicking
of the ship.
Meta Knight possessed an unstoppable goal of power.
Why?
Because the game developers said so.
Everything that he'd done had gone off without a hitch, really. The formation of his crew, the building of the Halberd, fights against any potential enemies... everything had been going smoothly.
All right, almost everything.
"Helloooo!"
There was a thwang sound, and Meta Knight kept a tight grip on the hilt of his sword. Confront, then attack. Yes, that would be easy enough. He spun around, drawing his sword in the same motion, facing the fallen metal door and the intruder.
Kirby gripped a picnic basket in one hand and Axe Knight in the other.
"No need to get so feisty, Meta," Kirby drawled, plonking Axe Knight on the floor along with his picnic basket. "I got a fright when I heard you attacking, because I wasn't really prepared with my food and all. Why are you attacking Dream Land?"
"I see no reason for me to inform you of something such as that," Meta Knight snapped.
"Oh. Well. Okay." What, he wasn't interested? Meta Knight felt a tinge of offence. Kirby sat down, next to the probably unconscious Axe Knight, and flipped open his picnic basket. "Well, since we're all here anyway, let's eat something."
At that point, Meta Knight wasn't really sure if Kirby was just plain naive or taunting him into battle.
"Taking a break in front of your final enemy? How foolish," Meta Knight snorted. "You will be dead by dusk."
Suddenly, Kirby perked up at Meta Knight's words. Had something in his lines bothered him? Ah, of course. It was probably the implication of his swift death, seeing as how it was already the late afternoon. Kirby's panic would be his downfall. After that, Meta Knight would complete his assault on Dream Land and it would be under his control. He would keep Kirby in an anti-puffball cell that he had the Meta-Knights make (since, well, he was a puffball) and there would be no blind spots.
Squinting, the pink puffball slowly repeated, "...'Final enemy'?"
Did he realise the gravity of the situation? Good for him. "Of course. There is no one beyond me; don't you see?"
"What? Really? I thought you were just one of those smaller bosses along the way, y'know." Kirby sighed, stuffing the apple into his mouth.
"Why would you ever assume that?"
"I mean... you don't have the air—" Kirby gestured to his surroundings "—of the final boss. Well, if you are, this is a pretty lame stage. And a lame boss. This is so underwhelming." Kirby shrugged. "Guess I'll continue eating."
If Meta Knight didn't have a grudge against Kirby before, he did then.