Chapter 11- reboot

So it has been almost nine months since I have worked on this story at all. My rewrite when to hell and I was about to abandon the story altogether but then I looked back at all the reviews and I realized that I NEEDED to finish this story so this is rough, unbetaed, and in need of some love but I mark the date that Warped Reflections has returned.

I have changed a lot of the ideas that this story had but I will work to finish it in the time I have. Thank you all the fans of this story for without you I would have left this.

Warning- there is some foul language in this but I thought that I fit to well to edit out.

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To say that the silence in the bridge was awkward was the understatement of the millennium. Fumu was glaring daggers at both Sword and Blade (but mostly Blade), Sirica and Knuckle Joe were both completely engrossed by the pattern that the tiles on the ceiling made, and neither Kirby no Bun seemed to be able to decided they were on Fumu's side or not.

Meanwhile Sword looked angry enough to kill, Blade was sending challenging looks at Fumu, and Meta Knight had decided that the people of Dreamland/Nexia were going to be the death of him.

"So…" Knuckle Joe started before trailing off after receiving a scorching look from Fumu.

After another suffocating period of silence Dedede finally snapped. "OK PEOPLE" he bellowed making everyone in the room jump "I don't care if Blade is a glowing radioactive purple, punk rocking Bimbo."

After that disturbing metaphor Meta Knight decided he really needed a drink. Fortunately (or not depending on your point of view) Dedede seemed to gain a little common sense and began again. "We need to focus and cooperate if we want any chance of defeating Nightmare."

A look of collective awe appeared on the face of everyone in the room. "it's the end of the world" Bun whispered to Kirby "the world is really going to end."

Kirby Poyoed in agreement.

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"OK" Blade shouted slamming her hands on the conveniently placed table in front of her; 'I get that some of you don't like me" she snapped "to be fair I really don't like some of you either" looking straight at Fumu as she spoke.

Fumu rolled her eyes at the statement (and the pointed look that followed) but oddly kept her mouth shut on the matter. Not bothering to acknowledge Fumu's eye roll Blade continued, "We need a plan, a good, solid, kick ass plan that will boot Nightmare off of whatever high stick is firmly shoved up his…"

Meta knight shot her a look before she could continue; after which another eyes roll insured and the current path of the conversation was changed. "I agree with Blade" Joe piped up from behind on of the chairs (he didn't want to deal with Fumu's nonsense, thank you very much).

"As much as it pains me to admit it" Fumu all but growled "Blade does…have a point."

"Oh my lord" Blade gasped in mock surprise "miss perfect is admitting flaw to the general public, the world must be ending!"

"Told you so" Bun whispered.

"I didn't think it was possible."

"Someone got that on camera, right?"

"Pipi Poy."

"Crap, than we have no proof."

"Doesn't mean it didn't happen though."

"Who is actually going to believe us without proof?"

"I don't know, the Martians that live in my sock drawer."

"That's a lie I know for a fact that you do not wear socks."

"Are you serious right now?"

"As a clam."

"…"

"I don't know where you learned that saying but I am a undred percent sure that that is incorrect."

"How would you know?"

"Just trust me on this one."

While that particular (useless) conversation was happening Meta Knight was repressing the urge to break things violently. As the voices reached a near hysterical pitch he found that he couldn't contain his temper any longer. "WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP" he roared, a tic forming on the side of his head.

Stunned into silence the bridge descended into silence. Blade was a girl, Dedede made a valid point, Fumu admitted she was wrong and now Meta Knight was yelling. It was like someone had taken all of the remaining sane and normal things in Dreamland and smashed them to tiny little shards of confusing crap with a sledgehammer.

"If we keep this up" Joe whispered to an equally baffled Sirica "then the next thing we know Dedede will be chummy buddies with Kirby."

"Remind me to hide in a very safe, bomb proof shelter when we return to our ship."

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"So…" Dedede drawled "what is that great and fantastic plan ya'll have been dreaming up?"

Everyone looked at Meta Knight who then looked at Blade. "Nope, you are the smart one Sir, this is all you."

Meta Knight sighed as he rubbed his head (body) "defeating Nightmare is going to take a LOT longer this time around."

Kirby once again Poyoed as the wayward band of heroes (and two kids who served no real purpose) collectively realized that this mission of undetermined length was going to suck IMMENSELY.

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Meanwhile in a galacty far, far away

A thin, eerie laugh arose from a patch of inky shadows within a massive chamber.

"Soon my 'friends'" it whispered "soon you will taste the full force of MY POWER."

As he spoke a massive cloud of smoke, lightening, and all that other evil crap swirled together forming a misshapen creature of darkness and power.

"Soon… soon… soon."

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Not quite sure what to say to this chapter as it is quite different from the previous one. Meh, it turned out a lot better than I thought it would so that's something. Anyway please comment and leave your opinions as I am still unsure if this is really worth finishing.