Contrast to Yoshi, I actually know a lot about Kirby, so this time around I have a lot to talk about.
The city burned. The fire spread over the buildings, flickering and crackling towards the sky like the bristling fur on the back of a cat. There was wailing and crying. So many houses burned bright in the afternoon sky.
Another explosion. Another building reduced to rubble.
Tiny Waddle Dees rushed around with their tiny spears, like ants frantically running to get the most out of a fallen apple, desperately trying to keep back the pair of fire-breathing lions at the epicenter.
Behind the line of Waddle Dees, a Waddle Doo, the captain of the Waddle Dees, had been given the task of keeping everything under control. With bits of a wall tumbling to his right and pointy sticks flying to his left, he was stretched to his end trying to keep track of the important things amidst the chaos. There were so many things to pay attention to, from bits of walls that needed to be moved to where to move the Waddle Dees. He would take his eyes off one of the Fire Lions to look for the other one, and by the time he found it, the first Fire Lion would be off trashing some other part of town. When a Waddle Dee tapped him on the shoulder, he finally snapped.
"What do you want?"
Shaking a little, the Waddle Dee said, "Sir, what are we supposed to do?"
"Wait."
"Wait?" The Waddle Dee gave him a look.
"We got nothing," the Waddle Doo replied. "All we can do is wait until-"
Something passed by them. Both the Waddle Dee and Waddle Doo had to brace themselves against the breeze so they wouldn't fall over. There was a yellow blur and a trail of stars left in the wake. A light jingling sound lingered a moment after. Dust billowed in the gust of wind.
"Until what?" the Waddle Dee asked.
"That."
The Waddle Dee's eyes followed the trail of stars, and his eyes widened. He muttered something about heading back to the castle and took off.
Yelling as loudly as he could, the Waddle Doo said, "Waddle Dees! Fall back!"
A few of the Waddle Dees deep in the ruined remains exchanged confused glances. Some of them looked frustrated, not too pleased about being drawn out of the action. Nevertheless, the Waddle Dees trickled out from the clearing, like rats fleeing back into their holes to escape the clutches of the cat. There were complaints, there were sighs of relief, but eventually there was no one left in the burning city except for the Fire Lions.
With no one else on the scene, the Fire Lions shook the earth with their roaring. They claimed the top of a mountain of rubble to stand on, and flames spilled forth from between their jagged teeth. More buildings caught on fire, their straw roofs easily taking to the heat.
One of them took a sniff as they surveyed their surroundings to make sure they were truly alone. When he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent, he snorted a puff of smoke. The other Fire Lion paused mid-roar and turned his head to the direction his companion was facing. Immediately the two Fire Lions raised their hackles, baring their teeth, rippling the charred fur and the muscles beneath them. Sure enough, they spotted a tiny pink speck in the distance, getting closer to them at an incredibly fast rate.
Both Fire Lions opened their jaws and let loose a stream of red-hot fire, crackling and ululating like countless tentacles barbed with hooks that seared flesh instead of tearing at it. The fire swept through the air, draining the space between them of gas and leaving the atmosphere empty and charred, and it blotted out the pink speck in a heartbeat. The Fire Lions closed their jaws, and an arrogant growl slipped through the teeth of one of them.
Red quickly gave way to a blurry orange, and that soon disappeared into the endless void between an open mouth. The fire disappeared in less than a second, and who else would burst through the curtain than Kirby; round, pink, and a determined frown between his rosy cheeks.
A bright light engulfed Kirby. A crown of flames over a ring of gold adorned his head when the veil cleared, finished with a single green gemstone.
The Fire Lions tried to sear Kirby again. He responded with his own pillar of flame, and their fire was quickly extinguished. The fire didn't hurt them, but there was so much force put behind it that the Fire Lions were forced together as Kirby circled around them on his star-shaped ride, the Warp Star, with flames streaming out of his mouth. Gradually the Fire Lions were pushed closer to the clearing at the center of the burning rubble, roaring at the tiny pink thing that seemed to be completely immune to their attacks.
They needed to change tactics.
One of the Fire Lions leaped up and swiped at him. Kirby avoided the attack with a burst of speed, only to barrel into the second Lion as it pounced on him. A pained yelp escaped him as the Fire Lion threw him off the Warp Star and into a nearby wall.
Dry crackling. A cloud of dust. A hole in the mountain of stone, lined with cracks.
The Fire Lions never let their gaze stray from the hole, even as the puff of dust began to settle.
A tower fell down somewhere in the city.
The rock Kirby had disappeared into started to tremble. From behind it, tiny red wisps stretched out and curled around it. The Fire Lions had the chance to exchange confused looks before the piece of rubble shot forward, smashing into one of the Fire Lions at incredible speed.
The moment the Fire Lion was hit with the hurtling stone, it burst apart into a fiery explosion. A heatwave passed over the crumbling town, and small flaming threads splattered onto the rock. One minute, there were two Fire Lions in the square. The next, one remained.
The piston of fire simmered to a thin line before it vanished into smoke. Fire Kirby, which was what his transformation was called closed his mouth, and the last whispers of the searing fire spat forth from his mouth slipped out as a trickle of grey-ish white. However, he was far from done.
In another burst of speed, he threw himself forward engulfed in scorching heat, a ball of fire burning the stone around him.
The Fire Lion swatted him aside with a paw, claws extended. Kirby shot straight into the ground. The impact raised a shower of dust into the air. The fire around him simmered down, and the crackling slowed before coming to a complete stop. But Kirby still remained unfazed.
A subdued hissing was the only warning that came before his next attack. The Lion leaped back as Kirby lunged for it, once again tearing across the square as a fireball; for a creature hot enough to burn a building with a single breath, even it could sense that the fireball would burn its flesh if it ever made contact. The fireball only lasted for a few moments before Kirby tumbled out of it. Of course, Kirby changed the Fire Lion again the moment he came to a full stop.
Bit by bit, he forced the Fire Lion away. The looming walls of flames, flickering towards the sky, latched on to what remained of the houses lining the street. As the street progressed, the walls closed in, making it impossible to go anywhere but back. Smoke clogged the air and shuttered the eyes, and seeing past a few feet in front of his face became quite the challenge for Kirby. Still, he pushed onward, ignoring the choking scent of charred wood.
The Fire Lion attempted to resist. Rows of fire spilled forth from its mouth, and the few that managed to splash against Kirby's small round form managed to push him away, but it was a matter of seconds before he resumed his chance.
Then, a fire hydrant emerged from the smokescreen. Bright red, reflecting what little light found its way through the endless grey, like an apple; this was what Kirby had been trying to force the Fire Lion into.
With one last burst of energy, he changed forward. The Lion inched away, moving over the fire hydrant. Without a moment to lose, Kirby knocked the fire hydrant off the ground, and water gushed out in a spiraling column of frothing white. It slammed into the Fire Lion's belly and it blew up in an explosion of steam.
The water pouring out of the earth came drizzling back down. As Kirby stood in the small downpour, he looked around at what remained of the town.
Fires burned over the crumbling buildings. Stone walls ground to dust lay scattered on the streets. Splintered wood poles were strewn across the rubble, their ashen smell wafting off into the air. The wavering flames popped, and a wooden frame collapsed with an audible crack.
Overall, it just seemed like another average day in his life.
Kirby returned home, dead tired. Cities didn't fix themselves, and his vast array of abilities made him useful for helping with the cleanup. After another day of hard work, there was nothing he wanted to do than go to sleep.
Outside the window lay a cold, starry night. Tiny pinpricks of light decorated the vast black sky, and the moon leaked shafts of white into Kirby's humble abode. A wind brushed past the curtains hanging over the open window and tickled Kirby as he crossed the room to the table, and the wooden floorboards creaked.
As he sat down at the table, he put down the basket of fruit that had been in his arms on top. He sifted through the various fruits in the basket, not looking for anything in particular. It didn't matter what kind of fruit he picked; he loved them all. From spotty green peaches to juicy purple grapes. Had he not been so entranced by the basket of food in front of him, he might have noticed the second presence creeping into his room, a toxic sludge oozing into a peaceful stream.
The wheezing could have easily been the wind rustling the leaves outside. The raised temperature could have been the breeze moving on and letting the heat settle in. But there was no mistaking the dripping he felt on the top of his head.
Kirby raised his head. A giant white eye stared back amidst the black haze clinging to the ceiling, fading into the dark corners left untouched by the moonlight.
Frozen with fear, he didn't try to jump out of the way as the squirming mass of Dark Matter dropped down onto him. It captured him swiftly and soundlessly, muffling his cries for help. As Kirby struggled against his shapeless bonds, the blob of Dark Matter broke through the window and disappeared into the stars. The only trace of it left was a puddle of thin black liquid on the floor, but after a minute, that too slid between the gaps in the wooden floor.
"Kirby, the little pink puffball of fun, has come all the way from Dreamland to put his opponents to sleep with some nightmarish moves. He has the ability to swallow his opponents and take on their attributes. You can tell which persona Kirby has assumed by seeing which enemy's hat he has stolen." ~ Super Smash Bros site on Kirby.