Poyo wars: Kirbies of the Old Republic
Chapter 2
Poyo was in a long, dark hallway. A warm wind whistled through one of the many gaping holes in the walls. He heard a lot of shouting and blaster fire. He slowly wandered down the corridor with its various elegant statues, most of them missing a limb or a part of their gold embroidery. He noticed a person standing at the far end of the room. Maybe he knew where he was! He ran over to the person and just as he was about to talk to them, they turned around and flipped on a lightsaber. A Sith Kirbi! He fumbled for his blaster. The Sith moved so fast he didn't even see him do anything; one split-second later he was holding the trigger of the blaster, while the barrel was on the floor, and it didn't even make a single noise.
The shadowy figure once again seemed to move faster than anything in the galaxy, and Poyo's hands were stained in blood. His blood! Then the world began to drain of its colour, and every sound gave way to a noise that sounded like he was underwater. He then saw his recollection of what transpired on the Kirby Spire in monochrome, and the noise did not stop. He heard someone faintly say "Better luck next time…" and then everything seemed to cease to exist. Just inky blackness.
Poyo woke up in a cold sweat. It felt horrible. He looked around him. Poyarth seemed to be alive and well. That was good. Then Poyarth turned around and saw him sitting bolt upright in the bunk and screamed the girliest scream he'd ever heard. So much for a decorated war hero. "ZOOOOOMBIEEEEEE!" Poyarth shouted after he'd finished catching his breath. "I'm not a zombie, darn it!" Poyo stomped up to Poyarth and kneed him down there. Poyarth somehow managed an even girlier scream and dropped to the fetal position. "Wimp." Poyo said.
"Oh yeah? Let's see how you like it!" Poyarth got up and kicked Poyo down there. Poyo also fell to the fetal position and began to cry like a baby who has had their candy stolen. One futile scuffle later Poyo finally remembered to ask the most clichéd of questions: "Where are we, exactly?" "I dunno." Poyarth shrugged.
Poyo stared at him blankly. "Can't you at least look outside?" "I don't wanna." "Jerk."
A/N: I finally got around to continuing this! How'd you like 'dem apples? Anyway, I'd like to thank you for reading my second chapter. 'Nuff said.
