Chapter 3: Heroic Lineage
Google fell to the ground softly as Kirby let out his air. Kirby landed beside him, red shoes sinking into the warm sand. The sun was high in the sky as they made their way across the dunes. Kirby would have flown, but he didn't want to force his new friend to walk, especially since he seemed, somewhere in the back of Kirby's mind, where the words he spoke earlier seemed to come from, to be the Chosen One, whatever that may be. It was all very confusing to Kirby, though Google seemed to take it all in stride. He walked, somehow replenished and unaffected by the fierce sun, with an up-beat attitude. Kirby thought Google was happier to see him then Kirby was. It was theory that was not entirely unpredictable considering he had been gone one-hundred years. Kirby thought, "Why did I lock myself in that frozen chamber anyway?" Then he remembered. It was the voices that told him. The same voices that confused his mind now with their seemingly dominant presence and mysterious purposes. Kirby tired of thought-provoking questions, though. After all, the pink puff used to sit around and dream all day. Then, he remembered his source of his copying abilities and flying capability: his shoes. He pulled off one set of red shoes, revealing the fact that he was wearing two pairs.
This strange act caught Google's eyes, "Um.what are you doing, Kirby?"
He looked up, "Oh.these shoes I wear give me the ability to copy enemies' abilities and fly."
Google nodded, "Where'd you get them?"
"I found them beside my bed after I had my dream that sent me own the quest to vanquish the Nightmare. I could never figure out why I had two pair.until now." He held them up to Google.
Google looked weirdly at Kirby, "I don't have any shoes."
Kirby tilted his head. Then, as if on cue, the shoes turned in to a red cup that fitted itself to Google's tongue. It seemed to, then, fuse with him.
Kirby kept his head tilted, "Hey, why do my shoes not fuse." He tugged at his shoes, with no effect. "Hehheh. Guess I've never tried removing both pairs before."
While Google showed off his flying techniques, Kirby said, "I guess Gooey didn't need them because he was crafted directly from the Dark Matter."
Google came crashing down to reality. "What? Who's Gooey?"
Kirby looked surprised, "He was your great-great-grandfather. I guess the abilities vanished after years of new genetics."
"I'm a relative of a Dark Matter being that adventured with you? Who's Dark Matter?"
Kirby struggled to answer both questions at once. "Yes, and Dark Matter was a being that came from Gooey's evilness. He was eventually defeated by both of us though. I haven't heard from Gooey since." He stared at the amazed Google. "You really have been left in the dark."
The Nightmare came upon the Wastelands a mere hour after leaving the cursed hatch. It was bustling with the kind of scum he liked. He was absolutely sure he could find the sort of evil people he needed to possess and make an army out of there. Hatred was the fuel he needed and craved. The fuel that would ultimately be the undoing of Kirby.
The mayor met with the town council a short hour after the public address he had made. The tensions in the room were raised to the boiling point considering the abundant amount of controversy surrounding the opening of the Sacred Vault. The representative from the Wasteland are seemed to be the leader behind the resistance movement. He stood up, placing his white hands in front of him, "Council of Popstar. The mayor of Dreamland." He said the word with contempt in his voice, as if he tasted bile when saying it. "He has opened the Sacred Vault without our approval. True, Kirby's instructions did seem to support him, but I'm sure Kirby would have wanted all of Popstar to be notified of the opening. After all, we were all affected by the Bad Dreams."
"Here, here. The representative of the Wastelands has a point." This was a representative from Aquatica, one of Popstar's major water regions. Considering they supplied Dreamland with most of their sea products, their thoughts were to be especially listened too.
The mayor of Dreamland stood up. "People of Popstar. As you can imagine, the severity of the situation left me little time to think about contacting the rest of you. If I had been any less anxious about the opening of the vault, I would have certainly considered you."
A representative from Hilltops, a city located in the Northern Mountains, stood up angrily. "Considered? Are you suggesting are opinion in such matters is of no importance? I, for one, think that the mayor of Dreamland should be more connected with the needs of Popstar in its relation to Dreamland. Your lack of concern with the racial issues surrounding the Fallout has been documented sourly as well."
The mayor cringed inside at the latter statement. That was where his weakness was. Despite his enthusiasm, he had not been able to deal with the strong segregation in Dreamland. The possible connection between Dreamland's strict citizenship and their failure to contact the Supreme Council of Popstar about the vault opening was all the council needed to side with the resistance movement. His bodyguards escorted him out of the room as the council continued to shout their resentment towards him.
As they entered the secure hallways of his room, the mayor spoke to his assistant. "Kirby's prophetic statements just might become reality soon. Too soon." The assistant somberly nodded his head as they discussed possible security risk.
Extra hate and anger filled the Wastelands. Most of them were victims of the Fallout who had lost their homes or were unable to make it in the new Dreamlander-dominated market. They had turned into criminals and various other types of low-lives to survive. The Popstar Kirby left was now in quite a mess. The Nightmare liked it that way. His first victim was up ahead: a waddle dee concealing a star gun in his jacket. The Nightmare knew the waddle dee was too stupid to escape the security, so he decided to do his own damage. The creatures hate made him easy to possess. With a turn of the cashier's head the waddle dee was now inhabited by the Nightmare, while the body would be left as a zombie soldier after the work was complete. The Nightmare, with unsurpassable swiftness, shot parts of himself through the gun, inhabiting all the creatures in the store. The only resister was promptly shot.
Kirby walked along Google, telling him stories about Gooey. Google listened patiently until the tents of Wasteland appeared in the distance. "Look!"
The little pink hero squinted his friendly eyes. "Game time."
In The Next Chapter: An unknown assassin targets the mayor of Dreamland. The assassin's help comes from a surprising source. Kirby and Google encounter trouble at a store in the Wastelands.
Google fell to the ground softly as Kirby let out his air. Kirby landed beside him, red shoes sinking into the warm sand. The sun was high in the sky as they made their way across the dunes. Kirby would have flown, but he didn't want to force his new friend to walk, especially since he seemed, somewhere in the back of Kirby's mind, where the words he spoke earlier seemed to come from, to be the Chosen One, whatever that may be. It was all very confusing to Kirby, though Google seemed to take it all in stride. He walked, somehow replenished and unaffected by the fierce sun, with an up-beat attitude. Kirby thought Google was happier to see him then Kirby was. It was theory that was not entirely unpredictable considering he had been gone one-hundred years. Kirby thought, "Why did I lock myself in that frozen chamber anyway?" Then he remembered. It was the voices that told him. The same voices that confused his mind now with their seemingly dominant presence and mysterious purposes. Kirby tired of thought-provoking questions, though. After all, the pink puff used to sit around and dream all day. Then, he remembered his source of his copying abilities and flying capability: his shoes. He pulled off one set of red shoes, revealing the fact that he was wearing two pairs.
This strange act caught Google's eyes, "Um.what are you doing, Kirby?"
He looked up, "Oh.these shoes I wear give me the ability to copy enemies' abilities and fly."
Google nodded, "Where'd you get them?"
"I found them beside my bed after I had my dream that sent me own the quest to vanquish the Nightmare. I could never figure out why I had two pair.until now." He held them up to Google.
Google looked weirdly at Kirby, "I don't have any shoes."
Kirby tilted his head. Then, as if on cue, the shoes turned in to a red cup that fitted itself to Google's tongue. It seemed to, then, fuse with him.
Kirby kept his head tilted, "Hey, why do my shoes not fuse." He tugged at his shoes, with no effect. "Hehheh. Guess I've never tried removing both pairs before."
While Google showed off his flying techniques, Kirby said, "I guess Gooey didn't need them because he was crafted directly from the Dark Matter."
Google came crashing down to reality. "What? Who's Gooey?"
Kirby looked surprised, "He was your great-great-grandfather. I guess the abilities vanished after years of new genetics."
"I'm a relative of a Dark Matter being that adventured with you? Who's Dark Matter?"
Kirby struggled to answer both questions at once. "Yes, and Dark Matter was a being that came from Gooey's evilness. He was eventually defeated by both of us though. I haven't heard from Gooey since." He stared at the amazed Google. "You really have been left in the dark."
The Nightmare came upon the Wastelands a mere hour after leaving the cursed hatch. It was bustling with the kind of scum he liked. He was absolutely sure he could find the sort of evil people he needed to possess and make an army out of there. Hatred was the fuel he needed and craved. The fuel that would ultimately be the undoing of Kirby.
The mayor met with the town council a short hour after the public address he had made. The tensions in the room were raised to the boiling point considering the abundant amount of controversy surrounding the opening of the Sacred Vault. The representative from the Wasteland are seemed to be the leader behind the resistance movement. He stood up, placing his white hands in front of him, "Council of Popstar. The mayor of Dreamland." He said the word with contempt in his voice, as if he tasted bile when saying it. "He has opened the Sacred Vault without our approval. True, Kirby's instructions did seem to support him, but I'm sure Kirby would have wanted all of Popstar to be notified of the opening. After all, we were all affected by the Bad Dreams."
"Here, here. The representative of the Wastelands has a point." This was a representative from Aquatica, one of Popstar's major water regions. Considering they supplied Dreamland with most of their sea products, their thoughts were to be especially listened too.
The mayor of Dreamland stood up. "People of Popstar. As you can imagine, the severity of the situation left me little time to think about contacting the rest of you. If I had been any less anxious about the opening of the vault, I would have certainly considered you."
A representative from Hilltops, a city located in the Northern Mountains, stood up angrily. "Considered? Are you suggesting are opinion in such matters is of no importance? I, for one, think that the mayor of Dreamland should be more connected with the needs of Popstar in its relation to Dreamland. Your lack of concern with the racial issues surrounding the Fallout has been documented sourly as well."
The mayor cringed inside at the latter statement. That was where his weakness was. Despite his enthusiasm, he had not been able to deal with the strong segregation in Dreamland. The possible connection between Dreamland's strict citizenship and their failure to contact the Supreme Council of Popstar about the vault opening was all the council needed to side with the resistance movement. His bodyguards escorted him out of the room as the council continued to shout their resentment towards him.
As they entered the secure hallways of his room, the mayor spoke to his assistant. "Kirby's prophetic statements just might become reality soon. Too soon." The assistant somberly nodded his head as they discussed possible security risk.
Extra hate and anger filled the Wastelands. Most of them were victims of the Fallout who had lost their homes or were unable to make it in the new Dreamlander-dominated market. They had turned into criminals and various other types of low-lives to survive. The Popstar Kirby left was now in quite a mess. The Nightmare liked it that way. His first victim was up ahead: a waddle dee concealing a star gun in his jacket. The Nightmare knew the waddle dee was too stupid to escape the security, so he decided to do his own damage. The creatures hate made him easy to possess. With a turn of the cashier's head the waddle dee was now inhabited by the Nightmare, while the body would be left as a zombie soldier after the work was complete. The Nightmare, with unsurpassable swiftness, shot parts of himself through the gun, inhabiting all the creatures in the store. The only resister was promptly shot.
Kirby walked along Google, telling him stories about Gooey. Google listened patiently until the tents of Wasteland appeared in the distance. "Look!"
The little pink hero squinted his friendly eyes. "Game time."
In The Next Chapter: An unknown assassin targets the mayor of Dreamland. The assassin's help comes from a surprising source. Kirby and Google encounter trouble at a store in the Wastelands.