"You! What are you doing here?!"
"I could ask you the same thing. Why would you of all people, a young and innocent child, die and be stuck in eternal limbo for taking drastic measures to have gotten what you wanted?"
"You don't look TOO surprised."
"I'm not even the slightest bit surprised."
"Hmph. That sounds like you, considering what you did. So I'm stuck in here? It doesn't look that bad."
"If you actually were staying, you would see what it does to you... Disgusting... I wish they had died... BURNED in Hell for what they put me through... I should have KILLED them ALL!... Ah. And no, you actually aren't. I dragged you down here to give you a message."
"A message? About?"
"The future, both mine and yours."
"...Oh. So, what do you have to tell me?"
"..."
"Why are you staring at me like that? You look like you want one of my eyeballs or something."
"Ha! Ahahahaha! I wish!... But... can I tell you?... Well, I could trust a child... But you almost...Well he's evil like u-... He could tell Kirby... Oh, why should I-..."
"What internal conflict could you possibly have, you PIECE OF CARDBOARD?"
"... I don't fully... trust either you or myself... Or anyone... Don't look at me like that! I have fully saddening reasons why."
...Ow... Ow...OW...
"Damn it! You're waking up! Listen to me! Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides!-"
...OW...
"There has never been a coin ever made that doesn't have two sides, unless it's completely demented. Even YOU had to succumb to- bleh- friendship. Everyone is both evil and good starting from when they are born, but it is their decision which they want more."
"Wait, what are you-?"
"Shut up! There comes a time in your life where you have to decide whether to love or hate-"
"This conversation is a little late-"
"Will you SHUT UP? I'm not TALKING about the stupid Nova! That thing will live for all I care- it's basically invincible and will never die! Forget about your past! Kirby's done so already, and your tiny life is nothing compared to what he's going to do! He already wants to forgive you, for shit's sake!"
"But I can't forgive myself! I listened to a BLEEDING EYEBALL because I was so desperate for crying out loud!"
"And you can fix that. You'll gain new friends, remember and still befriend the old. Maybe you'll be a bit jumpy around Kirby- I don't blame you. But that will pass. And in the end, you will be happy forever."
"Wait... where are you going?"
"You're already fixed. You'll forget about me. But you will always remember this speech, no matter what."
"How could I ever forget YOU?"
"I am always forgotten. I bet you don't even remember my real name."
"...You-You're making me forget about you! Quit it!"
"Only the chosen one must remember me... Yes... the chosen one..."
...Ow... OWWWWWWW!
Marx screamed as he fell face-first on the floor on the cold floor, sobbing as he remembered what had happened. Kirby had HURT him. He hadn't understood him like he thought he would. He... he was a TRAITOR. An evil Star Warrior, just as the Crystal had told him. It had KNOWN Kirby would've hurt him, but no, HE had to trust a Warrior that had... been... a friend...
"Hey, are you alright? You were hardly alive when we found you."
Marx froze when he heard the voice. It was a strange, high-pitched, but familiar voice that filled himself with a sense of security and comfort, but Marx quickly decided to not trust the being.
"Wh-who are you?" he stuttered instead, his insane, wild soul nature replaced by his usual, whimpering, harmless nature. "Why did you help me? How did you find me?!" His questions were followed by a silence, then a strange, tittering noise. It took a while for Marx to realize the voice was laughing.
"Magolor, at your service," squeaked the voice, and Marx felt two gloved hands wrap around him, helping him up. Usually a gesture like this would have been unusual, and would've been uncomfortable for the young jester, but Marx suddenly, strangely, felt again secure around this 'Magolor.'
When Marx's vision cleared and his head stopped throbbing, he clearly saw the creature. He was a short alien with no feet and detached hands with white mittens. He was clad in a regal blue suit, complete with a white cape with gold trimmings and a dash of purple, gold-trimmed cog designs, and a white scarf with a blue belt interwoven. His face was a very dark brown with oval shaped, glowing yellow eyes. Except for him and Kirby, he was probably the cutest thing he had ever seen.
"Hey, hey, hey!" said Marx, trying for a smile, which didn't work much after his splitting-in-half incident. Then he blinked at the remembrance. He frowned and stared hard at the alien. "Wait... how did you find me?... And revive me?"
The alien stared at him, then began giggling again.
"What do you mean revive? I found you floating in space just fine. You looked a little scared, maybe a little hurt, and unconscious, but other than that you were fine."
Marx sputtered a few retorts, but then gave up and looked at the ground, at a loss for words. He HAD been split in half. He remembered it clearly: Kirby had his hammer drawn... tears in his eyes... then...
"What happened?"
The voice sounded concerned now, and the alien clearly looked worried. He seemed a bit awkward, standing right in front of a large screen that seemed to be analyzing his heart beat.
'He's just like me,' Marx realized in relief. 'A huge goofball.'
So then, in tears, he told him. He told him how he had befriended Kirby and his friends and had traveled space to recover Nova. He told him about his secret conversations with Kirby, making him quickly his best, if not only, friend. He told him about Nova, his wish, and his two deaths, and even explained how he had split in two. He also hesitantly gave brief, quiet explanations of his past, making the alien stiffen. The only thing he didn't mention was the crystal, which he would possibly talk about later.
After a few moments prior to his explaining, Marx broke down in tears, then mentally slapped himself. Goofball or not, this alien would stop at nothing to mock him. His armless figure. His whimpering nature-
Marx suddenly stiffened as he felt two hands wrap around him, belonging to Magolor. When he released, the alien stared at him almost protectively.
"Those bullies don't match to you," Magolor murmured to his surprise. "They think they can make fun of you just like that? That's low."
It took Marx a few moments to process these words, and even when he did, he stayed frozen.
He didn't call him a monster? An armless freak? He was PROTECTING him?
"Why...?" he murmured, the only word he could make escape his lips. Only two people had protected him before; the crystal... and that girl...
Magolor giggled his soothing laugh again, but then seemed to frown.
"I...that was friendship...right...? I did it right? You're my friend?"
Marx blinked in confusion.
"What?"
"I...I haven't seen a living life form...in a while..." The alien seemed to tremble, eyes tearing up. He somehow straightened himself when he noticed Marx staring at him sympathetically. "Come, come, we need to catch up. I'll steam up some hot chocolate and I'll tell you all about myself, and you get to meet Melchior..."
As the alien began chattering off, walking towards the 'kitchen' of his amazingly technologized ship, Marx remained silent.
He had earned himself a friend. One that had saved his life, and understood him. THAT quickly?
He remembered how quickly Kirby had become his friend... no. He would forget about him. Never call him a friend again. Forget him.
As Marx stared out of the window of the spacecraft out into space, he changed his mind to his mother, who had now become a part of his own soul. Literally. It scared him, but somehow put him at ease, knowing his mother had never left him.
But... the crystal... He could remember a blurry vision of it's true form... Such a beautiful voice, though... It had brought him at peace.
'It hurts, Marx," it had groaned, tears in it's eyes. "They're hurting me. They're all hurting me... Help me.'
"I will help you," he whispered back, remembering his promise. "I'll come back and help you, and we'll finally be happy..."
He suddenly noticed his eyes had changed colors, one being red and one being blue. But he instead ignored it.
Instead, Marx smiled as a blurry image of the crystal's true form appeared in front of him in the glass, smiling a beautiful radiant smile, almost like an angel from his dreams. Then it vanished, and Marx turned away and smiled at his new friend, who insisted on fluffing his hat and creating a foot-high-five. Just for him.
...
"Hey, Kirby, wanna pelt Dedede?"
Kirby turned to Grill, his emotionless expression lifting just a bit. It had hardly been two weeks since Marx's supposed 'death', and his spirits had not lifted since then. It didn't help at all that Fumu kept saying, 'I told you he'd betray you. But nooo.'
Grill seemed to pick on his cheek attempting to cheer him up, to no avail. Finally, Pepper whispered something in her ear, causing her to deviously smile. She knocked Kirby onto her broomstick and, holding onto her hat and ignoring Kirby's yelping, she zoomed off.
By three seconds tops, Kirby had been flung off of her broom and knocked into the ground in front of the place where Dedede claimed 'reported important news.' He forcefully got up, and his eyes widened. Unusually, every cappy in town stood in front, giving him a hard chance to see properly, until he hitched a ride on Grill's broom.
There stood Chief Borun, pushing Dedede, who wore a stylish suit, frantically away from the camera turning to it himself.
"Listen!" he roared, pointing at a poster in his hands. It was unclear through the television, but it definitely looked like a wanted poster.
"Dorocche the master thief has arrived in our town! I am not fully aware of what he is after, but he will stop at nothing to get it! Bar your windows! Lock your- ow!"
Dedede pushed the cop away, and the cappy landed a few yards away with a thud, ending the signal of Dedede channel.
The Cappies remained quiet for a few seconds, before yelling and screaming in alarm and fear, Tokkori yelling the loudest: "HE'S GONNA ROB US BLIND! WE'RE ALL GOING TO BE HOMELESS AND DIE ALONE AND NAKED!"
Kirby turned pale at this, yelling to get someone's attention, anyone's, until everything turned dark, except a spotlight right in the center of the crowd, shining over Gooey. The blob lifted his tongue high and crossed it into an x, causing everyone to quiet down and a choir to start singing.
"This robber is nothing to us!" he yelled looking everyone square in the eye. "We can't let him frighten us like this! We have to show our true selves to them and raise our voices!"
He and the spotlight vanished, only to reappear seconds next to Kirby and Grill, causing the spotlight to shine on them as well.
"You can make that happen, you two! Save us from the robbers! Save us from these pests who think they can take us down! YOU ARE KIRBY AND GRILL! DESTROYERS OF ALL EVILLL!"
The crowd roared in approval, causing Grill to take off her hat and fan herself.
"Take it easy, it's just some robbers. But we will take them down. We'll make them wish they never came to Popstar!"
The crowd roared again as the light came back to normal and Gooey nodded, jumping back into the crowd as they began chanting Kirby and Grill's names, unaware that anybody could be listening...
...
Far off from the town, from a cliff that surveyed every corner of Pupupu Village, a human girl stood. She was adorable, her dress made out of pure lace and silk, and her hair pulled up into a stiff, curly ponytail. Her parasol, which blocked her face, shielded her from revealing her true identity as she studied the cappies rejoicing in front of Kirby. Finally, she pulled her parasol up, revealing her unflawed face, minus her multi-colored eyes, her right eye being a beautiful blue color, and her left being a strange, warped purple color.
She smiled a cute, childish smile as her eyes brightened up even more.
"Golly, gee, everyone looks like they're having so much fun!"
She skipped away after a few more seconds, using the parasol to shield her face, and melted into the shadows.