It's the final countdown. Ayyyyyyyyyy three more and then this trash heap is over. Nah just kidding, almost sort of possibly.

This would've been done earlier tbh, but then my YouTube autoplay brought me to a video involving an unfortunate incident in Lebanon, and I spent and hour on that.

Just something dumb I figured I'd share.

Chapter 14: The End Part 4/7

So what was she to do…

Madison honestly didn't know.

They day had been a series of unfortunate events, but anything similarly similarly named, this wouldn't get a disappointing Netflix finale. But something about it was disappointing, or perhaps it was just the fact that that group from before didn't seem to be hostile in slight. Well, the blue one, Meta Knight they called him did, but the others seemingly didn't.

They may have, obviously, but that wasn't immediately obvious. There was only really one way to find out, well two ways being honest. She could try to find out what happened like some sort of sleuth, or she could simply ask. But before she could ask, something had hit her in the head.

It was some sort of star, and before she could even process it, it just disappeared. Like… eh… something that had a knack for disappearing? Analogies were hard. So, she made the active choice to simply ask a question. But she didn't quite know who to ask.

Her mother and "Salad" had gone in that building, and hadn't come out in quite a while. It had been maybe three to four hours, making it around 5 O'clock, the sky getting darker at a rather slow pace. Madison was near the strange wooden building. Near enough to where she could see it, but getting closer would be a problem.

You see new people, people she has never seen before were there. They had helmets that obscured their faces, with glass around where the eyes would be, and plated clothes which looked to be made of some metal material. What was the word? Something like arm… or something like that. They also had guns, large guns that could probably be considered a lethal weapon if they weren't pointed at the ground.

Madison walked up to them, for whatever reason feeling it would've been better to approach in a cardboard box. "You would think standing around with a loaded weapon would be more exciting." One of them said sounding disappointed. Neither of them quite noticed as she walked up to them, feeling like this wouldn't work.

Okay, here we go.

"Pardon me." Madison said. The two guards looked over to her, each breathing almost in sync. "Can…" she paused. While they were indeed new to the area, she got the feeling she wouldn't get in if she asked them. "Can you tell me what's in the building?"

"No." the one on the left responded, in a sort of windy voice. "Now bug off."

"Now hang on a minute." The right guard said in a clearly female voice. "Don't be so direct, tell her nicely." The right guard then looked at Madison. "Scram, please."

Madison was beginning to step back, but paused momentarily before she did. "Why?" she asked. "Why can't you tell me?"

"It's top secret." The left guard replied.

"Why is it top secret?" Madison questioned. "What puts it at the top of the secrecy line?"

"Enough with the questions, why do you care anyways?" the left guard asked her, getting skeptical.

"Because…" Madison then paused. This was evidently getting nowhere, and she clearly needed to find another way inside. As she was walking away, she silently muttered to herself. "Wonder if this has anything to do with Kabi."

For whatever reason, sounds of movement began to happen behind her, and she was tapped on the shoulder. Madison turned around and noted that it was the left guard. "What did you just say?"

Madison looked through the glass of the guards helmet, and saw a pair of eyes peering at her like she had just said the nuclear launch codes in the White House. "Have a good day." Madison replied, beginning walk a tad bit faster. She didn't look back, but it wouldn't make sense for them to follow her, no those footsteps she was hearing were an echo…

Madison looked behind her back, and…

They're following her. Shouldn't they be guarding that top secret building. Madison sped up her walking, walking a far distance, not exactly knowing where she would stop. But the guards would probably stop by the time she was there yeah?

Haha…

They did not.

Just ignore it, just ignore it…

Madison sped up her walking pace, passing by a bunch of non-important objects, such a that one strangely shaped tree branch that was never touched on, or that building in the shape of a square, very interesting things, and not at all distractions to keep her mind off of anything. Nope…

So, when Madison reached the famous porch she had spent so much time on, instead of standing and giving exposition, she immediately went into the building that came with the porch. She didn't know how to lock the door, nor did she care, as the most probable thing that would happen by know is the guards losing interest.

"Open the door." The guards voice suddenly said. Then the door creaked open slightly. "Oh never mind, it's already open!" Madison quickly went up and closed the door again, hoping to elongate this situation.

"Sorry, the door is locked." She responded. "Come back later."

"Oh so it's locked now?" the guard asked. "What's the occasion?"

"There's a gas leak, I simply can't let the toxic air get out." Madison ad-libbed.

"If there was a gas leak, you'd want to let the air out to stop yourself from perishing." The guard responded. "Did you even pass Sixth Grade?"

Madison didn't know what sixth grade was, but that didn't matter, as she had to focus on not letting them inside. "If I did that, you would die, so please step away from the door." She responded.

"Okay." Then Madison heard footsteps walk away from the door, and for a moment felt the closure of safety. Maybe if she just went into a place where she could think, things would be much better. There was this room, which wasn't safe in case the guards decided to come back, but what were the chances of that?

…

I need to exit the immediate area er… immediately.

Madison began to walk into the room she slept in, and as she did she knew that the current ordeal wasn't going to be over anytime soon. Her suspicions were correct, as when she began to enter the hallway leading to the aforementioned room, the door leading into the… well, into the building swung open.

"Just checked with the toxicology department, there aren't any gas leaks!" the left guard said, sounding like he botched his line horribly.

The right guard looked at the left guard, then spoke in a disappointed time "You literally stood to the right of the door, what are you talking about?" the right guard asked.

"I was finishing the whole thing we were doing, y'know?" the left guard replied sheepishly.

"Gary, you're thirty-five, get a life." The right guard spat.

Thirty-Five?

"Let's just ask the girl how she knew about Kirby, then get the heck out of dodge." The left guard said in an annoyed tone. The left guard then looked over to Madison, who had been backing up slowly over the course of the short conversation between guards. "Forget that last part." The left guard said. "Well, not the dodge part, the… just forget the last sentence."

Instead of responding, Madison instead backed into the room she slept in, and like any person requiring privacy, she shut the door. Whether or not the door has a lock wasn't important, at the very least it bought her a few paragraphs to think.

So, she began to think.

So the other guests had arrived.

Not in person of course, they were dead. But in spirit. This sucked worse than his ghost ability, maybe more than the entirety of Squeak Squad, and that's saying something. It was impossible to ignore them unfortunately, closing his eyes didn't help negate the problem.

He couldn't help but think what his friends, Meta Knight, Dedede, Bandanna Waddle Dee. Those two Knight guys Meta Knight hung around with were also kind of involved. Hopefully they were staging some sort of rescue mission, or perhaps in the process of figuring out quantum teleportation to get him out of here.

Whichever one would suffice, but the chances were slim.

…

Kirby looked around.

Where was he anyways?

He had never thought about it too much after he was electrocuted, but he didn't know where he was, like at all. He had gone on that ship, with Meta Knight, gotten that odd Copy Ability that he'll hopefully use again at some point, then everything went dark, he was somewhere odd, then he was here with them.

Uh… what else…

It was kind of cold.

Uh…

His feet were getting kind of tired.

Wow, there was really nothing else to do.

Well besides talk to them, but fat chance.

…

Well, there's nothing else to do.

…

Might as well.

"Why are you here?" Kirby asked.

"I was banished for not accomplishing my task."

"Oh…" Kirby muttered. "But why are you here?"

"I dunno, probably because I'm connected to the others."

"So they know about the others?"

"Probably."

"After this is over, you're not staying in Dreamland."

"Why not?"

"Because if you don't, then…" Kirby paused. "Then it would be an inconvenience for everybody."

"I don't agree, but we can work things out afterwards."

"If we don't die before then." Kirby shrugged. "Now be quiet, I'm tired." Kirby then, like he always did when he was sleeping, immediately fell onto the ground, and quietly fell out of consciousness. Not to worry, as he would wake up soon, though not to his own volition.

No, to the sound of breaking glass.

So Madison had been, thinking and by that I mean blocking the door with a drawer. But now the drawer had blocked any way in, at least for now, so she had time to think. So, currently the guards guarding the guarded building were outside of the door, probably trying to open it.

So they weren't guarding the building, and the only way out was where the guards were. How was she to get out? There were no other exit points in the room she could think of, no vents, no small doors, no quantum teleportation devices, literally nothing. Madison looked out the window, the same window where she had seen those glowing eyes, the ones she now knew belonged to Meta Knight.

What could she do? Madison sighed and looked out the window…

The window…

…

The window isn't really large, but it has the correct dimensions.

But there was nothing to lift up, no window seal if you will.

What else could I use?

Madison looked towards the drawer she used to block the door. The drawers that came with the drawer were detachable, weren't they?

…

Perhaps if we were to slow down and pause, we might find ourselves preparing a funeral for the window that had been so crucial in this story. The window smashed to smithereens by a drawer, and never getting to live the life of a true window. But instead of gathering at a church to go through the sad life of a window, Madison landed outside of the window, wondering if she really just did that, or if this was all just a dream.

She didn't have enough time, or maybe she did, but she would never really know. It didn't take long for her to get to the oh-so important building, and rush in only to find… a keypad.

Right, the numberless number pad from before.

Madison put her ear to the door. "Hello?" she asked. "Kabi?"

There was no response. Oh dear, clearly she needed to get inside, rather wanted to get inside, yes. Okay, okay, what could the number on the keypad be… well, assuming the keypad unlocked the door in the first place. She was limited on time, as it was only a matter of time before those guards realize the window was shattered, so she needed to hurry.

Okay, what were some combinations she could think of? Did she have a limited number of chances, would she fall asleep if she got it wrong, what would happen?

She was kind of sweating, well kind of wasn't meant to describe drenched in sweat, but saying drenched would be implying-

"Focus, I need to focus…" she said, trying to calm herself down. "There's ten buttons, the top left one should be one chronologically, right?"

But what were the possibility codes?

Uh…

Nothing was coming up, and the guards were probably back by now, they were probably outside the door and about to go "Remember, No Russian" on the building, everything was over, the mission was compromised.

Just, shut up and think!

Uh…

I only know one possible input that could realistically work, but what are the chances.

The chances were undoubtedly better than being turned into an example of trypophbia, so she decided to try the only real combination she knew.

…

No, it probably won't work.

But it might.

But it might not.

But it will!

Madison carefully type in the corresponding numbers in hopes she got it correct. The number of course being [0-3-0-9] in that order. She waited in a fit of anxiousness, getting the feeling that any second now, she would become holier than Swiss Cheese.

Then.

The door opened.

Behind the door was a small room, maybe as big as the average bedroom, though shave off a few feet. The room was empty, and the oddly purple walls and dull white tiling didn't help settle down the uneasiness of everything. When Madison fully walked into the room, the door closed behind her, making her jump a tiny bit, but other than that, she was alright.

She walked near the center of the room, where there was a circle, one that was outlined in a green that made it stand out from the white tiled floor. There was nothing else in the room, so Madison walked up to the circle, not stepping on it quite yet. She looked around once more, making sure she didn't miss anything that could make her exit the room and forget this all happened, but found nothing.

So, with hopes nothing happened, Madison closed her eyes, and stepped onto the circle. When she stepped onto the circle, she began to feel lighter, like she was floating on air. The air began to rush past her, and she tried to open her eyes.

She couldn't.

Eventually the rushing of sir stopped, she felt far lighter them she probably should, and she opened her eyes to find herself somewhere completely different.

…

There was an elevator, or at the very least what appeared to be one. Madison went over to the elevator.

…

She pressed a button, and it opened.

Then the floor folded from under her.

She fell.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

But when she hit the ground, she didn't break her legs. She found herself in a room with a cage that had two odd looking, wait a minute one of them was there when Meta Knight and that group was there looking, did that mean they were in captivity looking things inside.

So, instead of breaking her legs, she did what any person would do in this situation.

Grab the nearest high density object, what looked to be some sort of massive hammer from a containment box. The box was easy to open, and with a slight struggle, she grabbed the heavy hammer and-

Kirby was sleeping, and dreaming of his favorite thing to dream of, cake

Kirby was dreaming of him, Dedede, Bandanna Dee, and Meta Knight all eating a strawberry cake, one to rival even that of Dedede's Cake Royale's grand prize. Kirby was about to inhale the cake, when eh noticed something inside of it.

A letter.

Kirby jumped for joy, when he realized what this meant. He pulled the letter out of the cake, and passed it to Bandanna Waddle Dee. That's right, Bandanna Waddle Dee would finally be joining Sm-

Then Kirby's dreams were shattered.

Not by blatant bias, but by literal glass shattering and waking him up. Kirby jumped, and hit his head on the high up ceiling. But Kirby landed quickly and looked to see some absolute goon cowering in fear in the corner of the room. Kirby had never seen them before in his life, but got the feeling they were plot relevant.

"Let's hope they don't get another chapter from their POV, and only a quick and streamlined explanation of what happened." Kirby said, sounding like "Poyo po poyo pi poyo"

"Kabi?" the odd looking, familiar looking, wait a minute Kirby had seen them before when he was on that ship with Meta Knight and Ribbon looking, hang on did she just call him Kabi looking, that means she was the one who he spoke to momentarily near that door looking thing asked.

"Yes." Kirby responded. "How are you?"

"Uh…"

"Oh right, you only hear Poyo." Kirby sighed, looked over to the other one in the cell. "You coming or not?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Cool, I'm going to guess this door near the side, as there doesn't seem to be anywhere else to escape from here." Kirby said, giving way too much information. Kirby opened the door, and it appeared to lead into a hallway, one without doors, and seemingly stretching on for a long distance way.

In the distance, they heard words being spoken, words that made Kirby want to run as fast as he could.

"This darn ceiling won't budge!" a voice yelled a bit too loud. Kirby stepped forward. Then after a few seconds the voice spoke again. "Quiet down?!" the voice screamed. "It ain't like nobody else is here ya sissies!" Kirby then broke into a full sprint, leaving the others in dust, quite literally, as he turned the hall, got even closer, and with a resounding jump into the room, everyone in there was aware of his presence.

But where's the funny Bandanna man.

Oh geez I really wonder how this "top quality" story will end.

Uh, so I mentioned A Series of Unfortunate Events a bit earlier in this chapter, great book, check it out, and it was actually what got me into being more selective in what I read, though it was years ago. I still find the whole nuance factor of the books to be compelling, and though Snickett (the author) has a strange writing style, it's honestly my main inspiration for how I write.

Meh, anyway-s I'll see you tommorow for the third to last funny chapter of the funny fanfic made by local internet funnyman.

Funny.