There was no doubt about it. Kirby was bored.
Kirby was sitting inside his house alone. Not even Tokkori was around. Outside the window, the sky was mostly cloudy, covering up the sun's rays to create a cooler temperature.
It had been one month since Kirby had saved Ripple Star. Dreamland had returned to it's peaceful state once again. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but he had nobody to play with now.
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Gooey had been given a special job by a restaurant from another town, and would be back in one week. The blue blob had to go to a tropical climate to catch exotic fish for the restaurant, and it would pay very well. Gooey needed the money, especially after the roof of his house caved in. Kirby was happy that his friend had such a great opportunity, but he felt lonely without the friendly Dark Matter.
Bun was playing soccer with the other children of the village, and Fumu was probably with them reading a book. Kirby thought it was strange that whenever he was out on an adventure, Fumu would worry and want him to come back. However, when he would return. They would be busy and have no time for him.
Adeleine was away on a visit to an art museum outside of Dreamland. She had wanted to visit that museum for so long, and she finally got the chance to go after saving up for so long. She would be gone for a few days, leaving Kirby without her company.
King Dedede had suddenly decided to ignore the pink Star Warrior. The king acted like the past adventure held no friendship between the two. Kirby had thought that after traveling through the Gamble Galaxy, the penguin king would have grown accustomed to his offers of friendship. Apparently Dedede still dismissed the pink puffball named Kirby.
Bandana Dee was far too busy with his new job at the castle. His foot had healed completely and was happily working with the other Waddle Dees of the castle and Commander Waddle Doo. Bandana Dee didn't have any time to spare at the moment, another friend that couldn't play with Kirby now.
Meta Knight was usually busy with something. When the knight wasn't busy doing his job around the castle, he wanted to train Kirby instead of play with him. Kirby understood why it was important to train when he first arrived on Pop Star.
The knight had to teach him to fight so he could defeat Nightmare, but that was over now. Kirby had defeated Nightmare, Dark Matter, and Zero, so hasn't he proven that he was a capable Star Warrior? Apparently Meta Knight thought that he still needed training, and it was always with the sword! Kirby had so many abilities besides Sword Kirby, so why did Meta Knight insist on always training with the sword?!
Kirby sighed and flopped on his bed, looking out the window at the cloudy sky. It was how he felt inside, the loneliness overshadowing his usual happy demeanor like the clouds covering the sun.
He headed into town then into the field where the children usually played. Fumu was teaching the other children subjects at the moment. The town didn't have a school, at least it did a few times when Dedede was ordering Demon Beasts from Nightmare. The king of dreamland has since renounced any desire for a school to be built after those experiences.
Now Fumu was the teacher for the children and Kirby whenever the opportunity arrived. Fumu was the one who taught the young Star Warrior most, if not all, of his speaking lessons. The children looked bored during the math lesson, meaning that they most likely would love to play with Kirby.
The pink puffball skipped to Bun. "Bun, will you play with me, poyo? I'm bored."
"Kirby! You interrupted my lesson!" Fumu scolded.
"But…but I want someone to play with me, poyo!"
"Kirby, you should join the others in the math lesson. You haven't been doing very well in that subject." Fumu told the pink puffball.
"But I'm tired of schoolwork, poyo! It's been too much lately! Ever since I came back from my adventure, poyo!" Kirby pouted.
"Learning is important, Kirby. You need to learn things like math to help you in life. You don't have to stay for the lesson, but it would make me disappointed if you refused." Fumu crossed her arms.
Kirby sighed and trudged to his spot. He sat down and tried to pay attention to the lesson, but he was so bored! After it was over, he asked Bun to play with him.
"Sorry Kirby. We were going to play soccer. Do you want to play?"
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Before he could reply, Fumu broke into the conversation. "No, every time he plays with you, he always get's mistaken for the ball!"
"It isn't our fault! We don't mean to kick him!" Bun argued.
"Still, he needs to play something safer!"
"Will you play with me Fumu, poyo?" Kirby asked, interrupting the sibling argument.
"Kirby, I have to stay here and watch Bun. Mom said I was in charge of him today."
"Sis, I don't need you watching over me! Besides, why can't you play with Kirby and watch us?" Bun asked.
"Because I can't watch both of you at the same time! Kirby, can't you find something to do here?"
Kirby was already walking away from the bickering siblings. They weren't going to spend time with him.
"Kirby, where are you going?" Fumu asked.
"Why, poyo? You're busy, so I'm going somewhere else."
"But I still need to know where you're going!" Fumu retaliated.
"It doesn't matter, poyo!"
"What's been bothering you lately? You don't like training or my classes anymore, and you've been so defiant!" Fumu questioned.
"Ever since I got back and started talking right, poyo, it's been nothing but teaching and other things! We don't play anymore, poyo! You only pay attention when I'm doing something you don't like!"
"You're growing up now, Kirby. Life isn't just about playing and you have to realize that. I can't give all of my attention to you all the time. That's being selfish."
"If growing up means I can't have friends, poyo, then I don't want to grow up! You don't understand! Goodbye, poyo!" Kirby ran away before Fumu could argue with him further.
"He's going through that phase, Bun." Fumu crossed her arms.
"No, it's because you're being to hard on him." Bun retorted. "You've dumped all these expectations on him at once and now he can't handle it. You're smothering him."
"What do you know? I didn't see you offer any help to him!"
"I said he could play with us, but you wouldn't let him, depraved sibling of mine." Bun frowned.
"He needs to grow up now that he's capable. He won't be a child forever and he needs to start acting like an adult!" Fumu stomped her foot.
"You know what, sis? I think you should get your own act together before you try to tell other people how to live their lives." Bun turned away and joined the other kids to play soccer.
"The nerve of him! I'm perfectly fine, I'm just trying to help everyone." Fumu thought bitterly.
Still, she couldn't fight a small nagging feeling that she had done something wrong somewhere.
"Maybe I should apologize…"
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Kirby had ran as fast as his feet would allow him. He didn't even pay attention to where he went, as long as it was somewhere else. He finally stopped in a grassy field away from the town. He flopped onto his stomach and tried not to cry.
It wasn't fair! Nobody understands him! Fumu didn't hound Bun or the others to act their age all the time, and they were older than Kirby! Why were so many expectations dropped on him? It wouldn't be so bad if the other children had the same problem, then he would have someone to relate to.
Only it wasn't that way. Kirby wasn't like the other residents of the town, so it was only natural that he would be treated differently, child or not. He wanted to be able to make everyone happy, but they were asking so much of the pink puffball. Telling him not to act so childish and carefree was taking away his personality.
He didn't like it. He thought everyone loved him like he was, the happy pink puffball that always had friendship to spare.. Apparently they wanted him to change. He wanted to talk to Gooey, Bandana Dee, or Adeleine. They would tell him they liked him the way he was. Or would they?
Paranoia filled Kirby's mind. What if his friends were just bearing having him around? He didn't know what to believe anymore. However, he also thought of another friend.
"Ribbon, poyo. I miss you…" Kirby mumbled into the grass.
He wanted to see her again. She would comfort him like he comforted her during their adventure. He wanted to visit her or invite her to Pop Star, but she was probably busy with reconstructing Ripple Star. He didn't want to get in the way and seem selfish.
Or maybe she didn't contact him because she wanted a break from him…the paranoia wouldn't go away. Kirby was distraught. Did everyone really not like him? His anniversary of arriving on Pop Star wasn't close, so he knew they weren't planning a surprise party. They must just be tired of him…
"I guess I'm only wanted when I'm saving Pop Star, poyo…" Kirby sniffled.
He rolled on his back to look at the sky. Kirby felt so alone, so lonely. He wished someone understood him, that someone would reach out to him. All he wanted was for someone to play with him, someone to spend time with him. Instead, he got a scolding and he felt bad for it.
"Maybe I do need to change, poyo." Kirby said to no one in particular.
"Now I'm talking to myself, poyo. I'm so alone, I'm talking to myself. I should apologize to Fumu, poyo."
Kirby was going to leave and find Fumu, but something told him to stay. The young Star Warrior decided to think of how to word his apology instead of giving one without any prior thought. A simple "I'm sorry" wouldn't be the grown up thing to do probably.
He was thinking over his apology, deciding that he would ask her to help with his math work, even though he hated it. The young Star Warrior also decided that being a puffball and growing up is hard. Still, Fumu is smart, so she must have been right about his behavior needing to be changed. Right?
Suddenly, all plans of returning to the town vanished. Kirby could hear a faint voice not too far from where he was. He thought it must have been Fumu coming to get him after running away, but he quickly dismissed that thought when he realized the voice sounded young and male.
Kirby decided to head in the direction of the voice, curiosity overwhelming the young puffball. The pink puffball was even further from the town, but he didn't pay attention to this fact at the moment. He was too preoccupied with wondering who else would be in this abandoned field. No one ever occupied the area for some reason, Kirby was sure that no one in the town even knew of it's existence.
When he found the place the voice had come from, he couldn't get a glimpse of the owner. Kirby hid behind a rock, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't run away if they saw him.
The owner of the voice was joyfully humming without a care. Kirby tried to move closer and see the person, but he accidentally stepped on a twig. The sound caused the humming to stop short. Kirby slowly peeked out from behind the rock to see that no one was there.
The only thing out of place was a big colorful beach ball in the small clearing. The young Star Warrior approached the abandoned toy, feeling guilty that the ball was deserted because of him. Just as Kirby was about to pick up the ball, something sprung from behind it.
Kirby fell on his back with his eyes squeezed shut, squealing in surprise and fright. He opened his eyes seconds later to see that there was nothing to be frightened of. The "something" was now standing on top of the ball.
The person on the ball was round like Kirby, but slightly smaller and the color of lavender. His eyes were large and colored purple. His shoes were brown with tan laces, similar to the shape of Kirby's own feet. The lavender person also had a jaunty jester's hat on his head, the left side was a light blue with white circles, while the right was red with white triangles. The ends of the hat had a small white ball on each side. To compliment the hat, he also wore a small red bowtie.
Most shockingly though, was the lavender body's lack of arms or hands. There were no signs of anything being there in the first place. The areas where his arms would have been were smooth like the rest of his body.
Kirby could only assume that this person was who he heard earlier. He bounced on his beach ball, never missing a beat or falling off. He sported a large grin that seemed to never fade. Just looking at the little lavender body's smile made Kirby's spirits lift.
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"Hee hee hee!" He giggled at Kirby. "What are you so scared of, huh?"
"Y-you startled me, poyo!" Kirby tried to catch his breath.
The two continued to stare at each other, the little lavender body suddenly frowned.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Well, I've never seen you before, poyo. What's your name?"
"Hey, Hey, Hey, I won't tell anyone my name unless they tell me their's first." He grinned wider than before, showing two tiny fangs in his mouth.
"Fine, my name is Kirby, poyo. Yours?"
"Hee hee, My name is Marx. I travel all across Pop Star as a jester." He said proudly.
"Oh, so you must know lots of tricks, poyo! You're really good at balancing."
"Of course I do!" Marx jumped higher and higher, doing backflips and twirls in the air with each bounce. Finally, he landed in front of Kirby, perfectly balanced on one foot.
Kirby clapped. "You're amazing, poyo! So talented!"
"I am, aren't I? I didn't get this way over night though. Nope nope! I practiced since I could walk."
Kirby had completely forgotten why he was out here in the first place. He was so enthralled by the lavender jester, he couldn't help but feel delighted.
"Hey Marx, poyo? What were you humming earlier?"
Marx grew quiet. Kirby wondered if he had embarrassed the little jester, until he replied.
"Oh, it's just a song that I wrote. I sing it all the time, mhm." Marx shifted his weight from his right foot to the left.
"You can do tricks, write songs, and sing, poyo?!" Kirby was astonished.
"Mhm, I can. It's pretty much my theme song, you know."
"Please sing, Marx! I want to hear you sing, poyo!" The pink puffball begged.
"Hmm, maybe I will…if you tell me why you came out here." The jester smirked.
So, Kirby told Marx how he ran away, how he felt when so much pressure was flung to him. Telling someone about his problem helped take the tension from the young Star Warrior.
"All I wanted was someone to play with me, poyo. It's hard being a Star Warrior and growing up. It's hard and nobody understands, poyo!"
Marx sighed. "Look, in this world you can be two things: The puppet, or the puppet master. Kirby, you need to stop being the puppet, mhm. Yeah, you're a puffball with a problem!"
"Maybe…but you said you would sing, poyo!"
"I said maybe I would. That doesn't mean I would positively do it." Marx snickered.
Kirby pouted, puffing his cheeks in disappointment.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, I'll do the song and dance thing for you. But you better not laugh! I may be a clown, but that doesn't mean you can laugh at everything I do!"
"I promise, poyo! I won't laugh."
Marx climbed onto his ball and began to sway for a moment, before breaking into an foreign sounding song.
"Hey, now where's the long needle?
Hey, now where's the short needle?
I'll say goodbye when they find them again."
Marx's dance was very different from before. He was giving his all in this performance, as if it was the most important act he had ever performed.
"Sorry my friend, that window's been shut.
The key's there, then it's gone missing.
Hey, it hurts too much thinking why.
Hey, it's always been fall then laugh for me."
Kirby was absorbed by Marx's festive song and dance. It sounded mischievous, mysterious, yet fun. The part where he sang "fall" he pretended to slip, only to grin when he sang "laugh".
"Hey, Hey falling.
Hey, Hey, laughing.
It's been much too far, elation.
Hey, Hey, falling.
Hey, Hey, Hey laughing.
Hey, Hey, Hey, falling.
Hey, Hey, Hey, laughing.
Nyah…"
Marx hopped off his ball, staring at Kirby waiting for a response. Kirby enthusiastically clapped.
"That was great, Marx, poyo! I didn't understand it, but it was great!"
"Of course it was. I did make it after all, yeah." The little jester hummed.
"Hey Marx…you said you were a traveling jester, poyo. Are you staying somewhere or…"
"Nope! I was just passing through."
"But maybe you could stay in Cappy Town for a while, poyo. Dreamland is nice. I'm sure you would be liked by the townspeople!"
"Ugh, I don't really like to stay in one place for too long…you know?" Marx frowned.
"But you have nowhere else to stay, poyo! And it's supposed to rain later."
"Well…it is a long way to the next town…and running around in the rain in the night would probably make me sick…"
"Then that's it, poyo! You'll stay at Cappy Town!" Kirby tried to nudge Marx along, but the moment Kirby touched his lavender skin, Marx bared his fangs.
Kirby jumped back in shock. Marx slowly calmed down after a few twitches.
"Er, sorry about that, yeah. It's just…I really hate being touched. A lot."
"But why, poyo?" Kirby asked.
"It's just…it's like whenever someone touches me, it feels like being jabbed with needles. You know?" Marx grimaced.
"So, does that mean no hugs, poyo?" The pink puffball pouted.
"Mhm, it also means no pats, no squeezes, no cuddles, no snuggles, and absolutely no tickling."
"Aww, but-"
"Nein! No touching! Not even the awesome hat!"
Kirby frowned. He was going to ask Marx later if he could try on that hat. However, it seemed that wouldn't be happening now.
"What if I can make you change your mind about hugs, poyo? Then can I try on your hat?" Kirby offered hopefully.
"Hey, Hey, Hey, I doubt it."
"But that doesn't mean it's positively out of the question, poyo!"
"No, you can't steal my lines! They're the copyright of Marx, so only I can use them!"
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The two walked away from the abandoned field and headed into the town. Marx looked at the tiny buildings. It looked like one of those places where everybody knew everyone. He almost expected the residents to break out into song like in the cartoon with the colorful ponies.
"So, how do you like Cappy Town so far, poyo?" Kirby asked.
"It's…cute. Everything is so close knit here. I'm not used to that, nope nope." Marx read the signs on various shops as they passed by.
"Marx, what kind of places did you travel to before, poyo?"
"Hmm…" Marx hummed. "Lots of different places! Big crowded places were the worst though."
"But a crowd would mean a bigger audience, right poyo? That would mean more money for you."
"Not exactly…" Marx trailed off.
"What do you mean?" Kirby asked.
"Ah, never mind…it's not important! This is a new place with new people, mhm. So most importantly, I need to find a place to stay for the night, you know? Is there an inn somewhere?"
Kirby led his jester friend to the inn. Marx read the sign in front.
"The "Come On Inn"…Pfft!" The most groan-inducing of puns amused the little jester to no end.
The two walked inside the building. Marx tried to rent a room, however, when the subject of money was brought up…
"Hey, Hey, Hey, I don't have that kind of money!" The lavender clown protested.
"Sorry kid. No money, no room." The innkeeper said.
Kirby had to admit that the cost was far too high. Because it was rare that someone visited Cappy Town, the keeper raises the prices since the visitors had no where else to stay. It wasn't right, but he got away with it.
"But…but…what if I make this face?"
Marx unleashed the most pitiful, tear inducing, lip quivering, big eyed look Kirby had ever seen. The innkeeper was struggling to keep his resolve.
"Nnngh…fine. One night only. Just one. Just stop making that face!" The innkeeper covered his eyes.
Marx smirked in triumph. "See Kirby? That's how to be a puppet master."
"Marx, I would have let you stay at my house, poyo…I didn't know that you were…"
"Broke? Are you gonna leave now that you know my hat isn't loaded with Deden?"
"No! Why would I, poyo?" Kirby asked in confusion.
"Ah, it's not important. I couldn't stay at your house anyway. It wouldn't be nice having me for a roommate, you know?"
"Well, I know that friends help their friends when they need it, poyo." Kirby smiled.
"You…you consider me a friend? Even though you've only known me for less than a day?" Marx narrowed his eyes.
"Of course you're my friend, poyo!"
"Well, I might have to take you up on that offer." Marx leaned a bit closer and whispered. "Because I don't know how long I'll be able to convince that innkeeper to let me stay here for free, you know?"
Kirby smiled. The pink Star Warrior wanted the little jester to stay in town so badly, he had never met anyone so interesting and talented before.
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Kirby and Marx were sitting outside of Kirby's house under a tree.
"So, this is where you live, huh?" Marx eyed the little house. "It's so tiny."
"It's bigger on the inside, poyo. I have a bed, a fridge, TV, and some extra blankets." Kirby replied.
The pink puffball walked inside for a moment and came out with a tray of macaroons. Marx nibbled on his, while Kirby inhaled his snack as usual.
"What…what was that?" Marx didn't know whether to be impressed or mortified.
"Oh…it's my inhale ability, poyo."
"You mean…you do that all the time?" Marx made a face.
Kirby explained his inhale ability and copy abilities to an interested Marx.
"So, you save Dreamland on a regular basis…and you have all those transformations, too. I can't transform like that, nope nope."
"It's okay, Marx. You can do all those tricks and you can sing, poyo! Whenever I sing in a microphone everyone covers their ears…" Kirby scratched the back of his head.
"Hee hee, I am quite the performer, aren't I yeah?" Marx giggled.
"Kirby!" Someone yelled from a distance.
"Fumu?" Kirby stood up.
"Who?" Marx tilted his head.
"Kirby, where are you?" Another voice called out.
Fumu and Bun appeared from over the hill. Bun pointed in Kirby's direction.
"I found him, sis!"
Kirby flinched. He had forgotten all about Fumu and his apology. Meeting Marx had taken his mind away from his previous disappointment.
"Kirby, we've been searching everywhere for you! Are you okay?" Fumu ran to the pink puffball.
"Yeah, I'm fine, poyo." Kirby answered.
"We've been looking for hours. We thought you had ran away." Bun said, out of breath.
Kirby decided not to mention that he had almost ran away. It would only worry them further.
"Kirby, I'm sorry." Fumu kneeled down. "I was only trying to do what was best for you, but I was hurting you in the process. I didn't know you would be so upset that you would leave."
"I-It's okay, Fumu. I feel better now, poyo." The young Star Warrior assured.
The next few moments were spent with Kirby and Fumu apologizing over and over, one saying they're sorry and the other saying it was okay. Bun finally pointed out the stranger glancing at them from a distance.
"Kirby, who is that kid?" Bun asked.
Fumu stood up and noticed the little jester. He wasn't paying them any attention at the moment, instead sitting down next to his beach ball looking at a passing butterfly.
"I haven't seen him around here before…who is he?" Fumu asked.
"Fumu, Bun, poyo! That's Marx! He's so talented! He's my new friend!" Kirby babbled excitedly.
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Fumu eyed the little lavender creature. He seemed innocent enough…but…
"Hey, Mark, is it?" Fumu called.
"Marx. My name is Marx." He stood in front of Fumu, but not too close.
"Where did you come from?" She asked.
The clown giggled. "I'm a traveling jester. I've been all across planet Pop Star."
"Did you come here on business?"
"Hee hee, I was just passing through. I didn't really have any plans to stay at first, nope nope." Marx answered.
"He's staying at the inn for tonight, poyo! He convinced the owner to let him stay for free for one night." Kirby said excitedly. "He can stay with me tomorrow, poyo!"
Fumu eyed the lavender jester. He looked about the same age as Kirby, maybe even younger. She noted his lack of arms and unnaturally large eyes. She had never seen something that looked quite like Marx.
"You can do tricks, right?" Bun asked. "Well, show us!"
"Sorry, you need to pay to see my performance." Marx hummed. "I have to eat too, you know?"
"Aw, and I'm broke!" Bun grumbled.
Fumu continued to observe the little jester. Marx seemed to notice this and looked at her in the eyes.
"Hey, Hey, Hey. Why are you staring at me like that?"
"You're a little suspicious. How old are you?"
"She's going to make yet another friend of Kirby's uncomfortable staying here. Figures…" Bun thought.
"Hee hee. You would like to know, wouldn't you? I bet I'm younger than you." Marx giggled with a gleam in his eye.
Fumu's eyes narrowed. "What are you? I've never seen anything like you around here."
"I'm a jester of course!" Marx answered gleefully.
Bun held back a chuckle. Marx was sidestepping every one of his sister's busybody tactics.
"No, I mean what are you? What is your species?" Fumu sighed.
"Are you weak in the upper story? I said I was a jester! A jester is what I am, you know?"
This time Bun did laugh. The little jester obviously had the upper hand.
Fumu couldn't tell whether Marx was trying to act smart, if he was being suspicious, or if he was actually stupid. She knew that having an intellectual conversation was out of the question with him. The Cappy girl decided to settle on the thought the little clown was trying to look smart in front of Kirby.
"Well, you don't seem to be dangerous. You're so small and silly looking."
"Hey, Hey, Hey. I know you think I'm weak and look dumb because I don't have any arms. That isn't very nice to say something so mean…especially to a kid without a home…" Marx sniffled.
"Nice going, sis. You're going to make him cry." Bun crossed his arms.
Kirby frowned and stood by the upset clown. He wanted to hug him, but he didn't want him to freak out either.
"Wait, I didn't mean it like that!" Fumu backpedaled. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that you look so different from everyone here, and with so many incidents that have happened lately you have to be careful with outsiders. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry."
Fumu really didn't mean to hurt the little jester's feelings. Even though she had no idea what he was, he was still a child that had feelings. Even worse, she had accidentally hurt his feelings about something he couldn't control: his lack of arms.
"You really mean it? Really really?" Marx peeked from under his hat.
"Yes, I mean it. So don't look so sad." Fumu gave a soft smile.
A little while later, Marx decided to go back to the inn and enjoy his free dinner there.
"Bye Kirby. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, you know?" Marx rolled on his ball.
"Maybe we can have a picnic soon, poyo. It'll be fun!" Kirby cheerfully suggested.
Marx walked by Bun. "Bye Roll, you're fun I guess."
"It's Bun." He corrected.
"I like Roll better." Marx giggled.
He passed by Fumu, then gave her a long stare. "Bye…Madam Fortress Mommy."
Fumu gaped while Bun fell on the ground gasping for air. The little jester continued trotting along on his way, not even giving one passing glance.
"Hahaha! What did he call you again?!" Bun said between breaths.
Kirby chuckled along with Bun, even though he didn't know why he was laughing. Fumu frowned and thought.
"Marx is a child…and he certainly acts like one."
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Later that night, Kirby snuggled underneath the covers of his bed. He thought of his day's events.
"If I hadn't run away…I wouldn't have met Marx probably, poyo."
He considered himself lucky that he met such an interesting person and was able to help him find somewhere to stay. Maybe, just maybe, Marx would decide to stay in Cappy Town permanently. Kirby hoped he would be able to convince the little clown.
"We'll be friends forever, poyo…" Kirby said before he drifted into a pleasant slumber.
Author's Note: The first chapter of the new arc! Okay, Fumu might seem a bit rough on Kirby in this chapter, but it's just because she's worried. It's kind of like a maternal thing, the anime even mentions that she loves Kirby and cares for him. Also, Marx has finally shown up after so long! He's been given small verbal tics similar to Kirby's "poyo" but with more variety. Now that Marx has shown up, it's only going to escalate from here. That song that Marx sang, I did write it myself in the tune of another song. The song actually has another meaning to Marx, but it's difficult to decipher. Let's see if anyone can figure it out.