A/N: Oh yeah! Here I go! I'M PUMPED!
Kirby ran through the backyard of Smash Mansion. The mansion's backyard was an extremely large, over-fancified garden. It was decorated with flowers of every color, and shrubs of every shape. But none of the beautiful scenery made a difference. Kirby was running, with the well-done corpse of his cat resting in a sack that was slung over his back. Despite the perfect weather and the stunning state of the garden, no one except Kirby was in the garden...
"This is so wrong!" Kirby cried as he slowed to a dragged step. He whined loudly and turned back, then forward, worrying about his next move. "Okay... Okay..." He rubbed his temples. "Bury! I'll give my cat a respectful funeral!" He patted the sack and laughed insanely. "You'll be safe soon Fudge!"
Kirby continued to walk through the garden, growing more paranoid with each step. Every twig broken, every falling leaf... They were all his enemies.
"Hey Kirby." A voice smashed through his tension.
"GWAHAHA! DWAH!" Kirby spun around, swinging the sack around wildly. "DWAHAHA! BACK BACK BACK!"
"Whoa man, what are you on?"
"SHHHWWWWAAAA-- Huh?" Kirby stopped his swinging and actually looked at the person talking to him. His fear turned to relief. The person was too stupid to realize what was going on. It was the one, the only, Roy.
Roy peered nervously at the sack. "Um..." He stepped back. "Is everything alright?"
"What are you doing here?" Kirby asked, ignoring Roy's question.
"Sneaking back in."
"In the middle of the day?"
"Well..."
"With people awake? And Master Hand fully alert?"
"Um..."
"You're not even sneaking! You're just wandering out here!"
"You see I..."
"Shut up."
Roy shook his head and rolled his eyes like he knew exactly what was happening. "Hey..." Roy's attention was captured by the sack once more. "What's in the bag Kirb?" He walked towards Kirby, reaching out to touch the bag. "NO!" Kirby suddenly screeched, flying back. The boy grew curious. "C'mon... just a peek?"
"I'll hit you! I mean it!"
Kirby began brandishing the bag in Roy's direction. Of course, Roy ignored this threat, and proceeded to touch the bag.
"YOU!" Someone shouted angrily, making Roy stop. Both Kirby and Roy turned, to meet an angry Pit making his way towards them. "Crap." Kirby mumbled. "I'm outta gas." He turned on his heel, hoping to make a sly getaway. But Pit foresaw this, and shot an arrow at Kirby. It pierced the bag, and both the arrow and the bag flew until they stuck to a tree. Kirby gasped, and ran to his cat. Roy glared at Pit. "What the hell is your problem? Interrupting conversations! Shooting arrows at random sacks that people carry! You have some seriou--" Pit pushed past Roy roughly, heading towards Kirby.
"I HOPE YOU"RE HAPPY!" Pit hollered, pointing at Kirby. "You've ruined my image with the public! Now I'm gonna open a can of angel whup-ass on you!" Pit drew his sowords and whipped them through the air cooly, cutting off branches of the tree above him as he did.
"Hey man!" Roy approached the two. "I'm not done with you--" He tapped Pit on the shoulder, but a brach that had been sliced loose fell and knocked him on the head, leaving poor Roy out cold. "Prepare for a smackdown!" All of Pit's innocence disappeared, revealing a very angry kid. He suddenly lashed out, but Kirby skillfully dodged him. "Wait!" Kirby shouted, waving his arms frantically. "I'm just a cute little fluffball!" His eyes became huge and sparkly. "Who would hurt an adorable thing like me?" He stood on his toes, trying his hardest to be as cute as possible. Pit tilted his head. He scratched his chin, and pondered over his decision. His battle-ready arms went limp, and he smiled faintly. "I would." He said, and Kirby's jaw dropped. "SUFFER!" He screeched.
"Oh my God." The newslady and her crew emerged from the bushes. Kirby and Pit stopped their dramatic scene and looked over to them.. "Ladies and gentlemen..." She turned to the camera. "I came here to give out poor, gassy Pit another chance. Instead, I find him beating up adorable puffballs! Kirby! Poor Kirby! I love Kirby! This kind of inexcusable issue calls for an angry mob!" She turned to Pit, who was almost hysterical.
"WHY?!" He cried to the sky.
"Because you suck." The sky called back.
"ARRRG!" Pit screamed as a mob of people came and dragged him away.
Kirby was left alone. He gently tugged his bag off of the tree. "Well... At least that wasn't weird."
A/N: Yes. This would have to be my least favorite chapter so far. I was actually going to have Pit kick Kirby in the face, but that would be too serious. Poor Roy. :(