In Honor of the U.S. Release of Kirby Planet Robobot

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and 3DS: The Glory of Custom Moves

Mecha-Mechanical Monstrosity, Kirby

As much as Kirby hated to admit it, or simply the lack thereof the ability to admit considering his general lack of properly structured languages, (which in turn could be easily ignored if we look at Pokémon and Pikmin talking to each other or the fact Kirby can speak when copying other fighters) he felt that he was beat. He and his opponent were on a platform suspended in the sky. Three thinner ones stretched over the primary ground piece, and a tree with facial features…

Indeed, it was that time of day.

...Watched from the background. It stared at Kirby, the pink puffball star warrior laying on the ground tiredly, his red oval-like feet sprawled out with him. He took a deep breath, and began to stand up, albeit slowly and shakily. His arch-nemesis of sorts stood across from him, grinning. The weapon of his choice glinted in the sunlight, the light reflecting off of the mallet.

With a grunt, the blue penguin wearing a crown across from him ran towards Kirby and spun his hammer across the ground. The resulting blow knocked Kirby off of the stage and off into the sky, where he disappeared with a yell and a glint.

"GAME!"

After King Dedede had won the match, Kirby had applauded rather enthusiastically despite his defeat, and had found himself back on a grassy hill, looking out on the green plains of Pop Star, his home. It was a jolly old place, with plenty of friendly looking creatures of all the sort. However, at this point in time:

It was considerably less pleasant taking into account the robots rampaging everywhere.

Kirby could make out the shape of a few orange creatures with peach faces skedaddling away from multiple mechanical enemies. A few of them equipped with spears turned on a dime on the grass and hurled the pointy weapons. They simply bounced off of their metallic sheens. Despite the fact that nearly every being on this planet, alien or not, was the shape of a soccer ball, there was certainly some form of war going on. Funnily enough, Kirby, the one in the middle of it all, experienced very little conflict thus far.

It was almost as if his adventure had yet to begin but the author needed a reason to write a Kirby chapter.

The pink puffball hero of Pop Star glanced up at the sky, frowning.

Right, then.

Of course, if Kirby wanted to prevent the entire planet from exploding, he would have to act quickly. Getting up to his small red feet, he started departing from the hills, sliding down the grass. Eventually descending to the bottom, he rolled off of the hills, and started for an adversary. Looking about the lands, it was clear he would have quite a lot on his plate. Mechanical beasts of all shapes and sizes dominated the land. It would certainly be a tough endeavor.

That being said, Kirby retreated soon enough. As the battle waged on between nature and machine, Kirby had a secret weapon in mind.

A few orange creatures of Kirby's stature known as Waddle Dees hurled a few of their spears towards a sizable mechanical foe, with hardly a scratch to its green paint as the spears bounced off of its ginormous rectangular arms. As it lifted them up, ready to strike the shivering, spooked foot soldiers, it flinched. Yellow mechanical eyes turning towards its arm, it noticed Kirby on its arm.

That was not all. Kirby himself, now donning a pilot's cap and goggles on his round forehead. The main difference was hardly in his apparel, but rather in his new ride. His stubs that served as hands on the controls, Kirby piloted a mech armor of sorts shaped and colored just like him. Two sturdy metallic arms with star insignias emblazoned on them grappled the arm, feeling around for a weak point as the large enemy fumbled about, attempting to shake the Star Warrior off. Finally, the pink puffball found what he was looking for. A large screw bolt embedded in the arm and the shoulder of the robot stuck out rather plainly. Now was his chance!

Taking hold of the screw, Kirby's mech began unscrewing the bolt, already unraveling the "seams" of the robot. With a pop, the arm came flying off, the robot making a groaning noise in response. Still in possession of his adversary's arm, Kirby took the arm, and, as if mimicking a certain boy in a red cap, swung with all of his might. The resulting attack knocked the robot across the land, one appendage missing, the robot vanishing in the sky with a blink.

After the initial battle had finished, Kirby had hopped out of his mech suit, sighing in relief. There were plenty of mechanical issues with Pop Star at the moment. So far, the Waddle Dees still of flesh and blood, assuming that Waddle Dees actually bled, tackled the robotic invasion with hearts (again, assuming they indeed had them) of gold. Of course, with Kirby being yet another one of the original twelve Smashers from the very first set of matches, it was somewhat difficult to continue adventuring with the constant allure of tournaments on the rise. While a warrior in charge of saving a planet time and time again would seem like a task of utmost importance, it would just so happen that Kirby had somewhat of a short attention span it would seem. Despite this, he was punctual, usually saving the world and "usually" making it to matches on time.

Speaking of which, Kirby felt like one last match before going into a war bent on machinery and madness seemed like a good way to start. Adjusting his cap, he set off into the distant world of Smash, the Waddle Dees watching him go, hopeful yet dreading whatever would be next to come.

As soon as Kirby arrived to the waiting room for his match, he realized two things. One, that Dedede was in the waiting room as well, polishing his hammer? Two-

"Po- Oh!" Kirby exclaimed, eyes growing wide.

He forgot his mech. It was certainly a glaring issue. Everyone else seemed to be getting into experimenting with their movesets, too. This was worrying. Looking around the room frantically, he frowned, appearing as if he had nothing he could do aside try his hardest on his own. Then, he found it. Sitting across the room was a white and grey robot, two arms perpetually extended outwards like a horseshoe, a flat pad in place of legs. Its head had two black, shiny optical lenses for eyes, with one red blinking light on its head. This was R.O.B., the Robotic Operating Buddy for short.

Kirby stared at R.O.B. for a while, then glanced at Dedede. Kirby smiled.

Back on the same stage from their match before, Kirby and Dedede glared across from each other. It seemed Dedede had a new trick up his sleeve; the penguin now wearing a metallic mask. His hammer had seemed to gain an upgrade as well; the mallet was now covered in steel.

Across from him, Kirby had on his trusty pilot cap and goggles, sitting atop his mighty mech. But due to his obvious time constraints, he sat on the head of a grey robot. R.O.B. blinked, glancing up at Kirby. Kirby grinned at the robot, nodding. Almost sighing electronically, R.O.B. shook its head.

"Three! Two! One!" The announcer declared, the contestants readying themselves until the final call, "Go!"

The two- Unless counting R.O.B., in which case three charged towards each other. For a brief second, Kirby wondered how he was going to control R.O.B.

The realization struck them quickly enough. The weight of their lack of strategy had them all plummet. Or in more literal terms: The pink puffball and the robot crashed into the penguin king and with the combined weight and shock of the incident had them all fall off the stage and explode.

"...Game?"

AN: Just wanted to do a quick, silly little chapter in preparation for Kirby Robobot's United States release. I'm hyped.

Thanks Piston24 for reviewing! I'll be sure to keep that in mind if I ever write another Earthbound story.

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