The pink puffball slowly opened his eyes, awakened from his heavy sleep. Light was streaming in from the window, and it was another beautiful day in Dreamland. Kirby groggily sat up and looked around his room.
Nothing was unusual, except for that odd little lavender object on the rug…
…Actually, that little lavender object looked very familiar to the pink puffball.
"Marx, poyo?" Kirby hopped out of bed and gently shook the jester.
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"Huh, wazzma?" Marx muttered, still half asleep. "Oh, hey Kirby."
He said that so calmly. He didn't stay at Kirby's house the night before, so why was he here? A better question would be how he entered the young Star Warrior's abode in the first place.
"Marx. How did you get in, poyo? The door and window was locked." Kirby pointed out.
"Your door and window may have been locked, you know, but there was nothing stopping me from going down the chimney." Marx replied casually.
"…Why?" Kirby asked, befuddled.
"Well, I was just so excited about the picnic today! I couldn't wait, so I thought I would drop in to see you! That was a few hours ago. Then I fell asleep and here we are, you know."
Kirby laughed. He was a bit embarrassed to have overslept on the day of their picnic, but Marx didn't seem the least bit angry or disappointed. The little jester was hopping into the air every few moments in excitement.
"Just let me get ready, poyo."
After Kirby was finished with his morning routine, Kirby and Marx left with their picnic basket in hand. Their picnic spot was just outside the village, but it would take a little while to get there. Yet another reason why Kirby wished he hadn't overslept.
Suddenly, Tokkori spotted them and flew in.
"Hey Kirby, watcha got there?" The yellow bird asked.
"A picnic, poyo."
Tokkori scanned over Marx, a look of confusion on the jester's face.
"Wait a minute! You're that purple hobo kid with the box!" Tokkori observed.
Marx frowned. "Ah, you were the one that told me to scoot."
"So Kirby, why not let me have that basket? I'll take it as rent since you sleep in my tree all the time."
The pink puffball held the basket away from the bird. "This is for Marx and I, poyo! I promise I'll make you something later."
The bird grumbled. "Fine. You better not forget you promised either!"
Tokkori flew somewhere, leaving the two children to continue on their way.
"So, what kind of food did you bring for the picnic?" Marx asked, brimming with curiosity.
"It's a surprise, poyo!" Kirby grinned, giggling at the jester's excitement.
"Oh, come on! Just a peek, you know!"
"Surprise! You have to wait, poyo!" Kirby playfully stuck out his tongue.
"I think I'm starting to rub off on you." Marx smiled, perhaps with a small gleam of pride in his large purple eyes.
The little jester then sighed. "If only that terrible tragedy hadn't occurred with our cupcakes…"
"It's okay Marx!" Kirby patted his lavender friend gently on the back. "It may not be as good as those cupcakes, poyo, but I made a chocolate cake!"
The pink puffball then smacked an arm over his mouth when he realized he just gave away his surprise. "I-It was supposed to be a surprise, poyo!"
"Hey, Hey, Hey! That was your fault, not mine you know!" Marx giggled, who was quickly joined by Kirby.
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Kirby and Marx had to take a shortcut through Dedede's castle property to avoid the villagers. Everyone knew how good of a cook Kirby was, and more than a few would try to talk the young Star Warrior into giving up a few of the basket's goodies.
The pink puffball inwardly hoped that Dedede wasn't around, as he would surely attempt to take something from the picnic. Kirby did consider the penguin king a friend (even though the feeling wasn't exactly mutual), but the pink child had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anything ruin this day for Marx.
As the two walked through the castle's garden, they noticed a familiar masked knight. The blue knight was sweeping the porch with a broken broom, collecting garbage and disposing of it in several bins.
The masked knight seemed to notice their presence, slowly looking up from his work.
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"Hello, Kirby. Hello, Marx." He replied in his ever so calm tone of voice.
Marx immediately paled and dived head first into a Hydrangea bush. The only thing visible through the plant was part of his face as he peered at the knight.
"Marx, come back, poyo!"
"Um…I can't hear you Kirby! I'm not here right now! Please pay absolutely no attention to me! Nothing interesting at all in this bush, you know."
The pink puffball sighed and turned to his mentor. "He's just shy."
"It seems to be something more akin to fear. I can understand that fully, after my actions…"
"Dedede's really letting you have it, huh poyo?"
Although three months was quite lenient for what Meta Knight had attempted, Kirby knew that Dedede was probably working him to exhaustion. Despite the knight's calmness of the situation, the young Star Warrior could see Meta Knight's shoulders slightly drooped. It seemed like he was also struggling with keeping his eyes open.
Meta Knight's eyes widened, suddenly alert. "Hide."
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Kirby, slightly confused, dove into another flower bush. He pushed aside some leaves to get a better view. Dedede and Escargon marched to the blue knight, who bowed as they stood in front of him.
"Is all the sweeping done, Meta Knight?" Dedede asked irritably.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Great." The king of Dreamland then knocked over the dustbins with his foot. "Now do it again."
Kirby gaped from the bush, being careful to not make a sound.
Still Meta Knight looked as passive as ever. "Yes, Your Majesty."
Escargon grinned. "Not so fun being in my place, is it?"
Dedede bopped the snail on the head. "Shut up, you."
The penguin king and his advisor made their way inside, no longer showing any interest in the knight. Once they were out of sight, Kirby emerged from the bush.
"Meta Knight, that's not fair! He can't treat you like that, poyo!"
"Kirby, I vowed to atone for what I have done. If that means handling King Dedede's ridiculous requests for the next three months day and night, then I must do so."
"But…he's being so mean to you, poyo…" Kirby frowned, showing concern for his mentor.
"I have experienced far worse from others in the past. Besides, I have become accustomed to this chore."
A thought entered the young Star Warrior's mind. "Meta Knight…how many times have you swept this porch?"
"This time would be the fourth."
The pink puffball knew that Meta Knight was determined to uphold his promise, but this was too much. Then again, if it was Kirby in Meta Knight's place, he would have done the same thing. Kirby couldn't help but feel pity for the older Star Warrior.
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Kirby dug through the picnic basket and took out one slice of chocolate cake. There was still plenty left for him and Marx, and Meta Knight needed something to keep his energy up.
The pink puffball held out the plate of cake to his mentor. The blue knight slightly tilted his head to the side. Kirby stepped a bit closer and presented the confection again.
"Is it…for me?"
Kirby nodded, thrusting the plate into the knight's hands.
Meta Knight paused for a moment, then held the cake towards Kirby.
"This belongs to you. I can't take it."
Kirby shook his head. "You need it, poyo. It's a present!"
The blue knight seemed frozen, then his eyes glowed a bright blue. "Thank you Kirby…"
Kirby didn't need to see Meta Knight without his mask to know that he was smiling. It was nice to see the usually stoic knight showing genuine emotion from time to time.
Meta Knight tucked the plate of chocolate cake into his cape. Just how that worked still boggled the young Star Warrior's mind.
"I will eat it later. I have to finish my assigned task at the moment."
"You mean sweep, then Dedede makes a mess for you to clean up again." Kirby said.
"It's better than what Sword and Blade were assigned. They were told to play music for His Majesty with pieces of tissue paper."
Kirby winced. Dedede was really going all out this time.
Kirby picked up his picnic basket, then managed to rustle Marx out of the Hydrangea bush he seemed so keen on staying concealed in.
"Be careful, Kirby of the Stars." The blue knight said.
"You too, poyo." The pink puffball gave Meta Knight one last glance before heading off with his jester friend in tow.
Marx breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that's over."
"Why do you not like Meta Knight, poyo? He never did anything to you." Kirby asked, slightly worried.
"It's not that I don't like him. It's just…he's kind of scary, you know? I mean, someone like him could tear through me like a wet napkin!" Marx shuddered.
"But he wouldn't do that, poyo! He's really nice once you're around him."
"Kirby…I know that you mean well, but he tried to take over Dreamland. Aren't you the least bit afraid of him? Don't you feel any sort of anger or resentment towards him at all?"
"No." Kirby answered, without even having to think.
"Wow…you really are the greatest person on Pop Star, yup yup."
Kirby blushed a little and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, poyo…"
"You really are great. How could anyone not like you?" The little jester bumped him in the side.
The pink puffball laughed. "Still, could you maybe try to stay around Meta Knight sometime, poyo?"
"Okay, Kirby. Just because you seem so insistent on it, but he still scares the filling out of my doughnut…"
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The two friends finally reached their picnic site, a small grassy hill, without being sidetracked. Kirby spread the blanket across the grass, then began to take several food items from the basket.
"Wow, look at all of this food! There's hams and yams and jams and even…foods that don't rhyme!" Marx grinned.
The pink puffball and jester sat down, scanning over the picnic with mouths watering. They dug in almost immediately. The two were quite content a while later. Kirby and Marx lied on their backs and watched the clouds roll by, their stomachs full for the moment.
"Hey Marx…can I ask you something, poyo?"
"Does it have anything to do with borrowing money?"
"No…?" Kirby answered.
"Okay. Continue."
"You've been to a lot of places, right poyo?" Kirby asked.
"Yeah. Lots and lots of places. Crowded places, small towns, big towns, snowy mountains, all kinds of places, you know?"
"Was there ever someone from one of those places you didn't want to leave?"
"…No. I never stayed long enough. This place is the only exception to my usual routine of leaving after a few days." Marx explained.
"So, there was never a place you really wanted to stay at, poyo?"
"No. I needed to keep moving to find the answer to my very important question. No matter where I went, I just couldn't seem to get close to the answer, you know? I'm still nowhere near close…" The little jester sighed.
Kirby decided it was time to change the subject, too afraid of the jester telling him that he might be leaving town soon.
"Marx, poyo? Did I ever tell you about Ripple Star?"
"Only bits and pieces. Ripple Star is one of the planets in the Gamble Galaxy, the planet of Love and Happiness." Marx informed.
"Yeah, it is, poyo! But…there was someone there that I wish I could see again…" Kirby sighed, though not quite from sadness. "Her name is Ribbon. She's Queen Mary's vassal, a fairy, poyo. She was with me in the last Dark Matter adventure."
"A fairy? Did she yell 'hey, listen!' every few minutes?"
"No, she's really nice and pretty…it seems like it's been so long, poyo…When we said goodbye, I wanted to say something, but I never could say it, poyo…" Kirby frowned. "Marx, have you ever felt that way before? Was there ever a girl you acted strange around, poyo?"
Marx averted his eyes from Kirby. "…Once."
"What happened, poyo?"
"Well, there was this girl and she always wore a bow. I finally got the nerve to talk to her and…"
"And?"
"She said I was weird, poked me in the eye, and I've never seen anything in anyone since." The little jester frowned, slightly grumbling.
"That's awful, poyo…" Kirby patted his friend in sympathy.
"I mean…it was just a stupid crush, you know? Nothing special. Honestly, I think it was just the bow I liked."
Kirby remained quiet, somewhat stunned by Marx's story. Sure, the lavender child seemed quite casual about his experience, but it probably crushed his feelings at the time. Marx continued to grow more and more mysterious.
"Actually Kirby, I have a question for you…"
"What is it, poyo?" Kirby responded, now fully attentive.
"What's it like to be you?"
The pink puffball sat up and tilted his head, confused by the little clown's question.
"Let me elaborate. What's it like to go on adventures all the time, have all these amazing abilities, you have all the friends you could ever want, you know…"
"What do you mean, poyo? You've had adventures too."
Marx suddenly shot up from his place on the blanket."But, not like you! You have everything you could possibly want! Friends, a home, appreciation, food, nothing can really hurt you…Why would you want to be friends with someone like me?"
This confession stunned the young Star Warrior speechless. How long had Marx felt this way? How long had Marx waited to say this? Finally, Kirby replied.
"Because why not?"
Marx's mouth hung open slightly. "…You amaze me."
The little jester flopped on his back again with a small smile, seeming to be content for the time being. Kirby lied back down too, glad his friend seemed to be happy once more.
"Kirby…if you could have one wish, what would that be?"
The pink puffball thought this over for a moment. One wish? What would be the best thing to wish for? A never ending supply of food? Universal peace? Eternal happiness all around? Kirby couldn't decide.
"I-I don't know, poyo…" Kirby laughed. "What would you wish for?"
"Obviously, I would wish for the answer to that very important question, you know."
"Oh…" Kirby said, slightly embarrassed. "I should have known, poyo…"
Kirby didn't bother asking Marx about what the important question was. He had already said previously that he couldn't tell anyone. As curious as the young Star Warrior was about his friend's secret, he decided it was best not to pry the answer out of him.
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"I've heard stories…" Marx began. "About a clockwork star in space called NOVA. Supposedly, if one were to gather the energy around the stars surrounding, one could get their wish granted!"
"Really, poyo! A wish being granted could actually happen?!" Kirby exclaimed.
"Mhm! According to legend, several beings in history made wishes on NOVA. Money, power, social status, NOVA can do all of that, you know. Perhaps many historical leaders came to power because of a wish to NOVA, and many probably met their end because of the same reasons."
"What do you mean, poyo?" Kirby sat up and tilted his head quizzically again.
"Hmm. Let me try to explain." The little jester hummed. "See, wishes have a nasty way of biting the wisher in the butt if they didn't word their request specifically enough."
"…Huh?"
The lavender explorer rolled his eyes and sighed. "Let me try a different method of explanation."
The little clown struggled to sit up, wiggling his feet in a futile struggle. Kirby gently pushed him up into a sitting position.
Marx cleared his throat. "Say if you made a wish for an egg omelet. You get your omelet, but it's hot and it's in your hands. You drop it because it burned your hands, and your omelet is on the ground ruined."
"But that doesn't explain-"
"It's not over! Now, let's say you wished for an omelet on a plate. What kind of omelet is it? What if it's an omelet with peppers in it and you don't like peppers, you know? But wait, why stop there? Let's say that instead of peppers, there isn't even something remotely edible inside. Like a sweaty wrestler's sock or something."
Kirby made a face and stuck out his tongue.
"It's still not over! Let's say there's nothing wrong with the omelet. Then right as you're about to take that first bite of delicious eggy goodness, someone swoops in and takes the omelet. Then they eat it in front of you and laugh. Or they shove it into your face and it lands on the ground, and they laugh at the sad and disappointed look on your face as the tears begin to form in your eyes…"
"Marx, poyo?" Kirby gently tapped the suddenly angry rambling jester.
"Oh right…ahem. So, in other words, you need to make the wish so specific, it will go exactly like you planned. And that explanation only covered an omelet! Imagine what would happen if you wished for something really big, like power. You would probably end up losing it all in the end, you know."
Kirby blinked, trying to take it all in. "I…I think I understand, poyo…"
"Sorry if that explanation was lengthy and a bit mind boggling, but keep that in mind if you ever do get the opportunity to have a wish come true."
The two sat in silence as the sun dropped a bit lower in the sky. Judging by the position, it was probably five in the evening. They had been out here for quite a while. Suddenly, Marx turned to Kirby.
"It's getting late. It'll be dark soon and there's supposed to be a full moon out tonight, you know. I love astronomy!" He kicked his feet a little in excitement.
"I wish this day would never end, poyo…" Kirby said, looking at his friend.
"I agree. This has been one of the best days of my life…well any day is a good day when you're around, you know."
Kirby laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you, Marx poyo, but I'm really not that great."
"Yes you are! You're so heroic and righteous, and so trustworthy…" The little jester suddenly stopped short.
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"What's wrong, poyo?" Kirby asked, slightly worried.
"Kirby…if I show you a secret, will you promise not to tell anyone or show anyone else?"
"Of course, poyo! What is it?" The pink puffball asked excitedly.
"It's a surprise! First we need to drop off your things at your house though."
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Kirby and Marx walked on their way to the young Star Warrior's house. They didn't let anything distract them, both fully focused on getting to the secret.
The two friends arrived at Kirby's house, then the pink puffball dropped off his things inside.
"Do we need to bring anything, poyo?" Kirby inquired.
"Nope! Nothing at all." Marx replied, quite chipper.
The sun was beginning to set, meaning that whatever surprise Marx was going to show him, they needed to get to it quickly.
"Kirby. I'll tell you this one more time. You can't tell anyone about the surprise. Not Fumu or Bun, Gooey, the scary blue guy, nobody. Understand?"
Kirby nodded. "I know, poyo! Let's see the surprise!"
"Great! Now follow me!" Marx began to sprint, with Kirby following close behind.
They ran a little while longer, until they were on the outskirts of the village. It was where Kirby had met Marx. Still, the little jester continued his run, seemingly never running out of energy. Soon, the trees began to decrease in number…
"Marx, are you sure we're going the right way, poyo?: Kirby asked nervously.
"Of course I'm sure! I go here at least twice a week!" Marx confirmed.
Then Marx's pace slowed, and at a very unfamiliar and unsettling place.
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The land was barren, no grass was growing at all and the soil was dry and cracked. The few trees that were spread around sparingly were old and dead, no leaves at all on their twisting pointy branches. The setting sun casting off their forms only made it worse.
It was too quiet.
There were houses too. Most of them were in shambles, falling apart at the seams with at least one cracked or smashed window for each house. The wood was peeling and the wind would make the buildings creak every few moments.
Not a soul was around, save for the young Star Warrior and lavender child. It was as if they were at the edge of the world. Kirby began to wonder if they were even in Dreamland anymore. What could have happened that would cause a seemingly once flourishing town to transition to a ghost town?
"Marx, this place is scary, poyo…this isn't really a good surprise…" Kirby shivered, inching closer to his friend.
"This isn't the secret. The actual secret is in the middle!" Marx said, with a gleam in his eye.
The pink puffball frowned slightly, but continued to follow.
As they continued walking through the barren wasteland, something suddenly came into view. Something lush and green.
"We're almost there!" Marx wiggled in glee.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a small grove. It was the only sign of life in the entire area. The two friends began to move closer to the grove, the trees swayed playfully in the wind.
"Close your eyes, Kirby." Marx ordered. Kirby complied, still quite confused.
Marx jumped into the green area, followed by Kirby. The little jester grinned wider.
"We're here."
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Kirby opened his eyes to see a small stream in front of him. Fireflies danced around the grove with carefree abandon, not even noticing the duo's presence. Night had fallen and the stars above twinkled brightly, appearing far more prominent in this area.
However, what really caught Kirby's attention was the centerpiece of the small forest.
In the center, a large crystal rested. It's color was some strange mixture of light blue and grey, it really couldn't be identified. The crystal glowed faintly, surrounded by the small stream. Mystical white bell shaped flowers with black berries adorned the area around the crystal and stream.
It was truly a magical sight. Kirby felt a bit guilty for ever doubting Marx's word.
"Marx…this place is…beautiful, poyo…" Kirby sniffed.
"If you think that's breathtaking, wait for just a moment…" Marx grinned.
The clouds uncovered the full moon in the sky, the light reflecting off the crystal. The gem glowed vibrantly, and the water from the stream spouted upward. The water droplets then landed on the strange white flowers, making the plants sparkle and shine under the moonlight.
The young Star Warrior's mouth dropped.
"You see, Kirby? I told you it was amazing!" The little clown beamed.
"It is, poyo!" Kirby agreed.
The pink puffball eyed the berries growing on the white plants. His curiosity got the best of him and he walked toward them, reaching to pick one of the black fruits.
Suddenly, the purple eyed child gave Kirby a sharp kick in the side, sending him flying away from the plants.
The young Star Warrior picked himself up. "What was that for, poyo?!"
"Don't you know what those are?! Those are belladonnas!"
Noticing Kirby's confused expression, Marx decided to elaborate once more.
"They're called Atropa Belladonnas. Their berries contain scopolamine and hyoscyamine!"
"…?"
Marx rolled his eyes and sighed. "In Layman's terms, they're poisonous. Best case scenario involves loss of balance and a really irritating rash, followed by delirium and convulsions."
Kirby jumped as far away from the plants as possible.
"Granted, I don't know what poison may do to you. I mean, you've eaten bombs before and you're alive, but better safe than…well…dead, you know?"
"I…I almost ate them, poyo…" He said in disbelief.
"It's okay, Kirby. But don't just eat stuff growing from the ground. Next time you might not have me around to point out if something is life-threatening. If you had eaten them and gotten sick, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself…and then everyone would know about this secret…"
"But…why is it a secret, poyo?" Kirby asked.
"Because…because it needs to stay that way…" Marx answered.
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When he saw Kirby's confused look, he continued. "Kirby, no one knows about this place. I'm sure of it. Everyone is too scared to get this far into this place. The Broken Village is enough to ward off anyone who may get too close."
"Broken Village? Is that what that scary place is named, poyo?"
Marx nodded. "Even the existence of the Broken Village is little known. Those who do know of it want to stay as far away from it as possible, you know."
"Why, poyo? There must have been some who wanted to explore this place…"
"That is also true. However, something happened that caused everyone to stay far away from the Broken Village…" Marx looked at the crystal, a mysterious smile spread on his face.
"W-What h-h-happened?" Kirby stuttered.
"They went mad."
"…M-Mad, poyo? Like when we were in that cave?" Kirby asked.
Marx chuckled. "No, Kirby. The type of mad where they're haunted by illusions and hearing strange noises. Some said they saw large glowing black hands reaching up from the ground with clawed fingers, other said they saw a tall man with a cloak that had the appearance of space itself…"
Kirby gulped, some of the descriptions sounded strangely familiar for some reason, but he couldn't quite place where.
"And…strangest of all…there was one thing that stayed consistent with all of the victims…"
"W-What was that, poyo?" The young Star Warrior shivered.
"All of them claimed they could hear wild screeching in their minds. No words, just frantic screeching and wailing."
"A-And you brought us here?!" Kirby squeaked.
"Haha! But I've been visiting this place for a few years, and I haven't ever experienced anything like that, you know!" Marx giggled. "Besides, you're a strong Star Warrior. Anything dangerous here, you could surely take it down!"
"I-I guess…but…if this place is so scary and crazy, poyo…how did you find this forest?"
"…Because I didn't have the time to be scared of the Broken Village when I found this place…something far worse was behind me…" The little jester looked at his feet, melancholy hinted in his tone.
"But that was a long time ago, you know! Now I've got a friend, and I never thought it would be so great!" He bumped against Kirby in a playful manner, a far cry from the way Marx acted when they first met.
Then an unpleasant thought struck the young Star Warrior…
"Marx, poyo…what kind of friends did you have before we met?"
The lavender child grew very quiet.
"Marx…have you…never had a friend before?"
"…No." He sniffled.
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Kirby gaped. The child standing in front of him, so clever and fun loving, never had a friend in his life? That was far too sad to be true, but it seemed to be reality. The little jester hung his head low.
"Kirby…you don't get it…nobody wanted to be around the weird kid…didn't even want to be seen with him…he made wishes every night for a friend, only to wake up the next day alone once again…" A small sobbing noise escaped his throat as tears began to form in his large purple eyes.
"I was so alone…and no one tried to reach out to me…except you." Marx looked at Kirby woefully. "What made you so different? What made you care? Why would you?!"
He only cried harder, hiccupping. "Kirby, your friend Marx is a loser!"
Kirby held the poor crying jester as his sobs increased. "It's okay, poyo…that's over now…"
"How do you know?! What if you decide to stop being my friend?! What if you start to get embarrassed by having me around you?!"
"That would never happen! You're my friend, Marx. I would never do that to you, poyo…"
"Really? Really really really?" Marx hiccupped again. "You'll still be my friend? I-I don't know what to say…"
More tears started to roll, but he had a wide genuine smile on his face.
"Are you okay, poyo? You're still crying…"
"No, I'm fine! I-I'm just so happy! I'm so happy that you're my friend, you know!"
Kirby smiled, he felt a bit like crying too.
"Kirby…I've made up my mind." Marx sniffled, trying to compose himself.
"About what, poyo?" The pink puffball asked, slightly confused.
"I can't leave. Not now. I-I want to stay…I want to stay in Dreamland!" Marx declared.
"But…but Marx, poyo…what about finding that important answer to that question?"
"It doesn't matter anymore! No answer in the world could be more important as this! I can't just leave the only friend I've ever had over something that's become so insignificant! I've spent almost my whole life on finding that answer, but now I have to start living!"
"Y-You really want to stay, poyo? Are you sure?" Kirby grinned, tearing up.
"I've never been more sure of anything! Just promise you won't get bored of seeing me everyday, you know!"
"Never, poyo! Who could be bored around you?" Kirby giggled.
"Then it's settled! I'm staying! It doesn't matter if I have to sleep in every bush, tree, and trash can in Dreamland! I want to be with my best and only friend!" Marx cheered, tears still forming in his eyes.
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Kirby suddenly nudged Marx gently. "Come on, Marx poyo…We're going home."
"Home…" The little jester smiled.
The two friends walked through The Broken Village, neither had no idea what time it could be. Fumu was probably worried sick, but they were both fine. Kirby was very thankful that Marx had shown him such a beautiful and mystical place. The Broken Village didn't even seem half as scary as it was before, even with knowing about it's supposed effects.
And most important of all, Marx would be staying. Kirby opened the little door to his house, then dragged out some blankets and pillows for his little jester friend. Both were very tired from their excursion, and they drifted into peaceful slumber rather quickly.
It was probably the most peaceful night of sleep Marx had ever experienced. He had nothing to worry about anymore, now that he had the most important thing he would ever need in his life: A friend.
Author's Note: Well, I've had this chapter in my mind for a while, but thankfully it's finally finished. I have another explanation(excuse) on why this took so long: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Sky
It's only a matter of time until the inevitable occurs, and this chapter is only adding fuel to the fire. So what's going to make our little jester buddy go off the deep end? All will soon be revealed.
Another question that may be on your minds: What was with the destroyed village and the forest? It wasn't just there for this chapter. It has later significance. And the significance is a whopper of a plot twist. I'm afraid that if I say much more on the subject of The Broken Village, I will have to erase your memory on the subject until further notice.
So, I'm on break and I should have more time to write the next chapter. So why don't we see how Meta Knight and friends are holding up?
Fair warning: The next chapter is mostly going to be 80% hilarity.