Sometimes the passage of time can feel like an illusion. Popstar is a magnet for this phenomenon. Where events of any kind are few and far between, time can feel like it's blending together. Individual days become indistinct, and whenever that happens, it means life is good. The occasional prank or small annoyance with a customer at the souvenir shop was all Magolor could really think of to complain about, and he was responsible for a large amount of the former. Even though time was moving forward, it felt as though it was at a standstill. Perhaps the discontent came from all that was unresolved about his past. He'd searched for the facility that allegedly still existed, but couldn't find it. Susie had to know something, but he hadn't seen her since the invasion, and he didn't particularly want to.
One night, he decided to look through a few of the logs he'd written again. Maybe with the new information and ideas, some of them would be put in a different perspective.
LOG 1
My name is Magolor, I think. After an amount of time that I can't measure, I stumbled on a portal that led me to this ship. It seems sort of safe here, and familiar in a way that I can't quite put my finger on. I need some time to gather my thoughts, and will write again when I can get a handle on my situation.
LOG 2
I'm on a planet called "Halcandra". The people I remember knowing have disappeared from my life entirely. All I have for sure in the world is this abandoned ship, which is called the Lor Starcutter. I don't know how I know that, but I do. I know far more about this place than I should, so maybe this is where I lived before I lost my memory. I have eaten more in the last two days than in the two weeks before I got here combined. Good thing I found that robot with the large amounts of those "instant noodles" things. They aren't too bad.
LOG 3
I apologize for not writing in a while. I've been going over things I found in here and cleaning up the ship. Whoever was in here knew so much about the universe and where it came from. Nothing about me, though. And If I was the one who wrote all that, I probably would have that knowledge already. Halcandra is a bit of a wasteland. Surely there must be some planets out there with more resources. I need to stock up on some food, and finding that here is difficult.
Across all the logs, there wasn't anything that really pulled Magolor in any particular direction. A few things that felt a bit odd, but nothing that really felt like an answer. Time passed. He visited Castle Dedede, being treated more cordially with every visit. Time passed. Some people questioned why he was always reluctant to go outside in winter, each being given a different incorrect answer. Time passed. He missed Taranza every moment they weren't together. Time passed. He got a few history lessons from the Lor about her old captain from millennia ago. Time passed. Time passed. Time passed. Then, something changed.
It was around the point where the huge fortress landed on Popstar that Magolor noticed what was up. Apparently Marx had already noticed something was happening and had been helping out every now and then. This was a kind of adventure that Kirby needed help from his friends on, and apparently Magolor was included in that. He helped out Kirby and some of his other friends when they battled Flamberge, in Sector C, Planet Caverna, Blizzno Moon, and Star Lavadom. Those last two were the only ones he cared to remember. Taranza noticed how much he disliked being on Blizzno Moon, and tried to be as encouraging as possible. He still wasn't enjoying himself, but seeing Taranza's efforts made him happy. Star Lavadom, on the other hand, had him going with Kirby, Meta Knight, and Susie. It was the absolute worst combination of people to be assembled, unless the goal is to get someone killed.
As Magolor was leaving, he noticed something far off in the distance. It looked like a station. Perhaps… a facility? He decided he would investigate it once all was said and done. There might still be more, after all. He was right to wait on it, as he needed to lead a few people through a segment of Another Dimension. Once that was done, he put together a file of all the information he had, and set off to the strange station.
A door hung sadly from only one hinge. He pulled it off and threw it out into space. It took only a second of being in there to make it clear there was no one living here. There was a faded sign near the door that read "Welcome to the Restoration Facility". Dust was everywhere, debris lay scattered across the floor, and there was a repugnant smell in the air. "Home, sweet home." As he looked over the facility, he felt a strong sense of familiarity from a few of the rooms. As described by Haltmann in the file, there were telegraph keys everywhere. Then he checked the top floor. The smell was stronger up here. He went to check where it was coming from, and very nearly stopped breathing altogether.
Someone lay on the ground. Magolor wracked his increasingly frazzled mind to try and find words to describe them. He could come up with a disturbingly long list of words that were accurate, but the one that fit the best would be 'obliterated'. It was impossible to tell what was what. He imagined this would be the result of combining a serial killer and an abstract artist. Whoever this was, they were dead. Extremely, irreversibly, indisputably dead. Counting the number of pieces they were in was a futile effort, and he found himself giving up after five hundred and twenty seven.
The incredibly mutilated body drew attention very easily, so much so that Magolor didn't notice until he had been in the room for about three minutes that there were several active machines in this room. In addition, there was a sign that read "Control room". Naturally, the sign was streaked with gore. The clear centerpiece was a machine that looked like a ring with five antennae pointing inwards. To its side was a computer that showed some usage logs of whatever this machine was.
The machine seemed to be some form of artificial sustenance for a portal created by ID-F86, or Fecto Elfilis. The log showed things like the portal calibration, stabilization, and anyone going through it. One day had some strange activity with the portal, the day the facility allegedly blew up.
8:53 am: Desired output location achieved. Calibration stabilized.
12:00 pm: Calibration destabilized. Recalibration in progress.
12:00 pm: Subject R2-M entered the portal.
12:01 pm: Desired output location achieved. Calibration stabilized.
12:01 pm: Shutdown sequence initiated. Portal will be shut down in 300 seconds.
12:01 pm: Subject R1-G entered the portal.
12:01 pm: Unidentified object entered the portal.
12:01 pm: Unidentified object entered the portal.
12:06 pm: Shutdown sequence complete.
The only other machine he could find that was still functional was a monitor that displayed security footage. He checked the footage from the day of the alleged explosion. It showed someone who he immediately recognized as his caretaker carrying a fogged up glass case down the hallway to the room with the portal. Only the hallway and the front of the room were shown. Someone in the hallway called out to Magolor's… no. "Caretaker" wasn't a good enough word. When Magolor lay eyes on the man in the footage, his first thought was that the man was his father. The memories that were flooding his mind at the moment tugged at the corners of his eyes. He felt tears welling up from the fact that he'd somehow forgotten everything about this man.
Someone in the hallway called out to his father, and he turned around. The two people spoke for a moment, and then his father pulled a book out of his clothes and dropped it into the case. He smiled, and said some kind words to the barely conscious child inside. The child was, of course, Magolor. After that, he approached the portal–
And was cut clean in half by an unseen attacker.
There was nothing that showed who the attacker was. The case that Magolor was sitting in clattered to the floor and disappeared out of frame. Nothing was shown until the camera was turned off at 12:02 pm. He looked the room over again. There was a garbage chute. Oh, the privilege of being small. He climbed in and floated down to the bottom. There was a turned off incinerator where the chute emptied. This room was the emergency exit, as well as the trash room. So the room where my father was murdered directly connects to where everyone was evacuating from? It can't be a coincidence.
Magolor wanted to think about the memories he'd regained, but wanted to do it alone. He went back to the room he'd recognized as the one he'd slept in from the ages of zero to five. There were some easy jigsaw puzzles and children's books on the shelves. He went over to the bed and just sat down. He lay back, and cried. Tears poured from his eyes in great streams, and he didn't bother trying to stop them. It reminded him of when he first got back to the Lor after his blunder with the master crown. Filled with regret, crying into a bed. Images of what his life was when everything was fine flashed through his mind. The world seemed so bright. Back when he could freely trust people without being worried that they'd abandon or attack him. He could almost feel the embrace of his father, but it felt so much colder now than it did back then. He cried and cried until he had no tears left. Before long, he was asleep.
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When he woke up, he was still sad. That's probably normal. I just remembered everything and then watched the embodiment of all I represent get cut in half. Above all, he just wanted to get revenge on the one who did it. The vague suspicion he'd had for a while was all but confirmed now. All that remained was to come up with the plan. He went back to the Lor. "Captain, you were gone for a very long time. Are you well?"
"I'm… fine. Thank you for your concern, Lor."
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"Hey, Daroach. It's Magolor. I have to help out Kirby with this tower thing, but I'll call back later. When I do, I'll need you to land your ship in the woods and meet me in Onion Ocean. Bring everyone. And I do mean everyone."