I don't own anything relating to Kirby. Ownership goes to their respective owners (Nintendo, Hal, etc) AKA not me
Kirby squeaked out, "W-was s-stuff you said t-true?"
"Maybe."
Click click
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Hey!" Dee banged against the door.
Marx wandered off somewhere. Kirby got up, and heard water running.
Cli-ck Kirby unlocked the door. Creaaaak.
"D-Dee?" Kirby looked at him. Dee looked around.
Whispering, Dee said "Hey, about Nodds-"
Kirby tried to whisper, "Marx?"
"He told you too?"
"Is that why there was a bump on you poyo?"
"Y-yeah. We should take action against him, two on one, right?"
"Y-you want to fight Marx?"
"I mean- we have a weapon?" Dee glanced at the sword.
Kirby grew nervous, he saw what happened to the Bonkers.
"We could run, too?" Dee sat down on the bed.
"Try talking poyo?"
"Kirby-"
"He hasn't really done anything too bad, he could have killed me in my sleep, but didn't!"
Dee thought of what Kirby had said. "But Kirby! I'm sure this is just part of one of his big plans!"
"I'll try to talk to him poyo."
...
Creeeeak
"Hey, hey. Came to apologize?" Kirby looked confused.
"For what..?"
Marx gave a small grin and said, "For lying to me, of course!"
"Wh-"
"Saying that I 'saved your life' and that you 'trust' me." Marx took a step toward Kirby.
"I-"
"I didn't save your life at all! You would have been fine even if I hadn't been here!" Another step.
"Bu-"
"Do you really think I would believe, that you would trust me as a 'friend', when I, as far as you know, am a villain that has come back to manipulate you and put you through more pain."
"Marx, th-" Marx was close enough to push Kirby, and did. It didn't take much, due to Kirby's injuries.
"Maybe you are right, maybe making you suffer is my only goal in life, the same person who killed me." Marx was staring at Kirby's pained look. "How about you call out for help, see if someone comes to help you kill the 'big vicious villain' that's threatening you."
Kirby was about to try to talk again, but stopped when he felt something wet hit his foot. He looked at what it was, it felt oddly warm and glistened in the small amount of light there was.
Kirby looked back up to Marx. Marx had his eyes closed tightly.
Kirby didn't open his mouth to talk, he waited. Marx had returned his eyes open again, back to Kirby, but something was off. Kirby didn't get to think about it any longer, as he was kicked aside, like a piece of trash.
Marx opened the door to leave.
Creee-eak
Kirby could only watch from his position, he had no energy to get up, none to speak.
Marx was dodging something oddly grey. That's the first thing Kirby noticed, then he noticed what it was, the sword. Kirby tried to get up, explain the situation, but couldn't. Marx had kicked the wind out of him.
Kirby groaned, Dee glanced at Kirby for a second.
Dee swung again, hitting the ground.
Kirby looked over at Marx, he had a look on him that could only be explained as 'amused'.
Dee swung hard, flinging him forwards, Marx dodged to Dee's side and lifted his foot.
"Have a nice bath!"
Dee didn't even have time to turn when Marx kicked Dee forwards, over the small wall and into the bath. Dee cried out in pain as he hit the side of the bath, the sword fell to the ground with a clang, where Dee had been standing previously.
Marx then left.
Kirby summoned all the strength he had, to stagger over to the bath. He reached in and tried his hardest to pull Dee out, but failed. Kirby got in the bath with the intent to help Dee out, but that was impossible now. Dee was out cold after hitting the tub. He drained the water.
Kirby got Dee out of the bathtub, despite his body's protest. He had a harder time standing, his feet felt like wet paper. His paws were no better, they were shaking like he was in the middle of an earthquake.
Kirby looked over at Dee, checking for injuries. There was a bump near the back of Dee's head, bruise across Dee's face, and bruises on the back of Dee's heels. The bumps on Dee's head and heels had a small bit of blood on them, mostly washed off.
Dee didn't move for a while. Kirby assured no-one in particular that Dee was going to be okay. He had to be, right? Kirby started to go and find what little medical supplies were left, but slipped.
Kirby was sent falling towards Dee, and landed on his middle, causing Dee to throw up water. Kirby, seeing this, tried again, without falling. It worked. Kirby had Dee throw up water, until the water didn't come out anymore. Then he would do his best to heal Dee, it was the right thing to do!
There was one bandage.
Kirby put the bandage on Dee's biggest bump, the one on the back of his head. Kirby then passed out, hitting the hard stone below.
Kirby woke up with a throbbing headache. There was a constant pushing against him. Kirby looked over to see what it was.
It was an orange blob, it was saying something.
"K...y y..r. . !"
"Poyyy?"
"Kirby!" It was hugging him.
"Iss that youu Deeee?" Kirby's lips felt like they were pillows.
"He must've done a number on both of us." He? Oh, Marx.
"N-no, only youu."
"You look pretty bad to me." Kirby had bandages on his hand, a puffy lip, and a bruise on his middle. There was a soggy bandage nearby.
"I okay." Kirby was laying in a bed. It felt soft and warm... He couldn't get to sleep. Dee was sleeping, Kirby was surprised, he just got knocked out and now he sleeps like a rock.
Since Kirby couldn't sleep, he got up to get a snack. There was one minor complication though, there was no fridge. Looking around, he realized he didn't recognize anything other than the rocky floor and walls.
Where was he?
There was a pool of water, baskets, and the bed he was just laying in.
There was one thing he recognized though, a door. He opened the door, silent as ever.
Kirby peeked out the door, a soft glow was radiating off the floor. A match. There were mushrooms and other cave fauna, but a match is no plant. The match wasn't burning though. The glow was from glass. Broken glass. Nearby, Kirby could see a lantern with a squished tube inside. There was some blood around the whole display. Kirby recognized this, when he and Marx had been wandering through here, and then he was shot. Kirby had to assume that Marx shot him, but with what?
He tried to think back to when he fought Marx the first time, but it was such a long time ago he was drawing a blank.
He could only remember that he killed Marx... twice? He was back, again, multiple years since his deaths. Something was off about him now though, even when Marx had injured Kirby, he tried to help him, like when Marx was Kirby's friend. He was odd, he could make anyone laugh with enough time and planning. What made him put his planning skills, his patience finally snapping, why did he try to take over Popstar?
Kirby could try and ask Marx, but that would probably end badly. Then again, what other choice did he have? Ask one of Marx's friends? Wait a second...
He never mentioned having any other friends.
Magolor, an alien from a place called Halcandra, had a similar plan to Marx's, and possibly had some help from him... but how? Kirby didn't even think of Marx being alive when that happened. How long has Marx been alive without Kirby knowing? Magolor was already long gone into to space, so he can't ask him.
This was all too confusing for Kirby. He felt dizzy.
Did Marx have any other friends before he tried to take over Popstar? He didn't seem to get along with anybody, he could make them laugh, but why was he making them laugh? Did it help him at all? Was Marx even comfortable around Kirby?
When Marx made laughter, Marx didn't often laugh himself. In fact, a lot of his tricks seemed to harm himself. One was so extreme that he ended up bleeding to the point of passing out, but he laughed the whole time, to cover up the fact he was actually bleeding. No one called for help, they all thought it was a big act, fake blood. He ended it with a weak "Thats all folks." and stumbled away into the bushes. It was at the end of an actual trick, so Kirby saw it with his own eyes.
Kirby was one of the few who followed Marx into the bushes, the last of them, Marx had shooed the rest off with excuses.
"Kirby? Go away, I'm relaxing here." Marx had covered the ground and most of his clothes red, blood red.
"No! Marxy hurt!"
"Don't call me Marxy..."
"Marx hurt! Come! Come!" Kirby shouted with urgency.
"Nooo~ I'm not hurt, I'm just... fine, I guess knives are hard to bounce on shoes." Marx didn't move.
"Marx get up! Get up!" Kirby tugged against Marx's hat.
...
"Marx?"
...
"HELP POYO!" Kirby screeched. No one came.
Kirby held Marx and ran back to his house, covered in the blood.
It was a long time before Marx even slightly twitched. He did wake up, in the same clothes he wore, as the last time Kirby tried to take anything from Marx, he got a target pinned to his back, a target of pranks, jokes, and insults until Marx felt it was enough.
Marx woke up with a multitude of bandages, and bags stuck to him. Kirby had called over a doctor as soon as he got home.
"MARRRRRX!" Kirby yelled a little too loud and caused Marx to promptly let out an ear-splitting scream, causing Kirby to jump back into the door, out the house and finally fell onto the ground. Kirby's ears were ringing for a few minutes before he even attempted to get up.
With the little hearing Kirby had at the moment, he heard a faint "Oh, sorry Kirby." from his house. He finally got up and headed towards his house. He was expecting to jump back in, talk to Marx about something, have Marx joke about his wounds maybe, and finally they could sleep.
Marx had his eyes open, staring softly at the door. Kirby bounced in, and sat down next to Marx. He was grinning, as he did while he was sleeping. If he did frown, Kirby never knew.
"You okay Marx?"
"Just dandy." Kirby didn't expect this, and giggled. Marx's face was the same as before, grinning, passively staring, not laughing.
"Marx, you don't find funny?"
...
"Marxy don't you die on me now!"
"Die? As I said, I feel just dandy!" Marx let out a choked giggle, forced.
"Marx... lets just... sleep?" Kirby said, hopeful that everything would be okay.
Kirby had dozed off before Marx did, a mistake on Kirby's part, as Marx got up soon after Kirby was asleep. He bit the tubes off himself, put the bags somewhere they wouldn't spill over-night, and left. Kirby woke up an hour later, he was hungry, but wasn't anymore when he saw Marx gone.
Kirby knew this because Marx had left. Kirby was worried now. Why had Marx wandered off? Did he do something wrong and offended Marx?
Kirby followed the bloody footprints, as Kirby didn't know if Marx even had a house, he forgot to ask. The footprints stopped abruptly, a bloody flick of blood in two directions, left and right, with a pool of blood in the middle. Kirby could only think that Marx must've gotten into a fight!
"MAARRRRXXX!" Kirby yelled, scanning the surroundings for any sign of him. Kirby found more blood, this time against a few leaves, and followed ever further into the unknown, not sure how far Marx had went.
He eventually got lost and ended up in a field of flowers.
"Marx?" Kirby's voice was strained, it was tired of yelling, and could only manage speaking volume.
"Hey Kirby! What do you think you be doing, stomping around my flower field?!" King Dedede had strolled right up to Kirby with his chest sticking out, the usually selfish king had some good intent with the statement, Kirby had noticed the field many times before, and it was something good to look at, Kirby never expected the King to have a such a nice hobby.
"S-sorry, poyo, I'm just l-looking for Marx."
"Who?"
"Marx... light purple, red tie, jester hat?"
"Oh... him." Dedede's posture slackened. "Some Waddle Dees found him outside last night. They took him into a makeshift medical room."
"Can I see him poyo?" Dedede closed his eyes and sighed. He hated having Kirby in his castle, and hated having freeloaders too, but he still had a good heart.
"I... yeah, fine. First room on the left."
"Has anyone tried to take his clothes?"
"Only one."
"What do you mean only one?"
"He scared them out of trying to do it again."
"How?"
"They won't tell me."
Kirby ran to Dedede's castle, careful not to step on any flowers on the way. The door was locked.
Knock knock
A Waddle Dee in a doctor's outfit opened the door slightly, enough to peek out.
"Can I come in?"
It shook it's head no.
"Please? I know him!"
It looked back and was listening to something, and opened the door. There was one other Waddle Dee, in the same outfit. They both pointed towards a door.
The room inside was a guest room, set up like a medical office. Marx was laying on a bed with two golden things sticking out of his sides, like they were jabbed in forcefully. There was still blood on him, and some more where the objects protruded from.
"Marx what happened?"
"I got beat up by a couple of thugs that's all."
"No- the things."
"Not sure... I blacked out."
"Do you remember who?"
"...No."
"Marx-"
"Just be glad I'm alive."
"Huh?"
"I'm not in the mood for questions now, Kirby~... why don't we continue this tomorrow?"
'Marx, the things..."
"What about them? So what if they stick out of me. They can't stop my sleep can they?"
"I guess not..."
"You going to join me?" Kirby was going to ask if that was a joke, Marx and the golden things sticking out of him took the whole bed. He didn't ask, because they almost reacted to Marx rolling on to his side, they didn't seem to be as stiff as they seemed to be.
"I guess so..." Kirby climbed in the bed and tried his best to sleep, and did. He was tired out from all the searching and yelling. Kirby also tried his best to avoid the sharp claws on the things.
...
"Marx?" Kirby woke up with a question, to see if Marx hadn't left once again.
"What?" Kirby turned over, the things were gone now, and he was clean. No blood, no dirt.
"Did you stay up?" Kirby wasn't surprised when Marx replied with a nod.
"We should probably get out of Dedede's castle."
"Okay poyo."
They were back on the road back to Kirby's house, and Kirby turned to look at Marx.
He wanted to break the silence, and found four large cuts across his face. Kirby was sure this wasn't from the knives he juggled. They were covered with bandages so they weren't a big worry, right?
"How'd you get things out?"
"Surgery."
"They cut them out?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
They walked past a group of various species, but Marx stopped when he heard
"Look at that idiot! He's a beacon of attention! HEY, DO YOU ALWAYS WEAR SUCH TERRIBLE CLOTHES?" Kirby heard the last part, and they both turned around for different reasons.
"Marx-"
"You can't save them."
"What do you mean?"
"From the verbal thrashing about to happen."
"Oh."
Kirby backed off. Marx stared at the speaker. It was a Waddle Doo.
"Yeah you! Can't you wear something you didn't find in the trash?"
"Can't you mind your manners? I find insulting someone for pleasure is childish."
"Childish?! Look at what you are wearing!"
"Well, Mr. Eyeball, why don't you just go and buy me new clothes that don't look so childish?"
"Fight me!"
...
"I said fucking fight me!"
"I heard you, I ignored you the first time. No need to repeat yourself."
"You're going to get it you arm-less freak!"
"Can't win the verbal battle, going physical?"
The Waddle Doo rushed at Marx, shooting a beam. Marx dodged the beam and was right in front of him.
"Kids close your eyes! You won't like what happens next!'
Marx kicked the Waddle Doo in the eye, causing it to screech and recoil backwards.
"Ahh fuck my eye!"
"Take that you mindless cyclops!" Marx looked over to Kirby and whispered, "Get ready to flee."
"Fuck them up!"
The rest of his group started running towards us. "Hahaha! Can't even take me one-on-one!"
We both ran, but a few were starting to catch up, even when Kirby thought that they were going as fast as possible.
"I'm sorry for lying to you Kirby."
"Lying about what?"
"About it only being verbal!"
"What do you mean Marx?" Marx turned around and kicked a Wheelie into a tree. "Oh."
"I won't kill anybody!"
The brawl went on for a while, Kirby had a few cuts and bruises, Marx had a gash down his side, cutting a few bandages off his face. This revealed that the cross of slashes were not normal weapon cuts, they were from some kind of claws. Like the claws on the things!
"Marx those don't look like knife cuts!"
"Con-cen-trate."
"Ma-" Kirby was punched right in his face, sending him on to his back. He didn't understand why someone would even think of fighting him, he did so many good things, he could even be called a hero, but here he was, brawling.
His assailant quickly hit the ground after Marx slammed into him.
Neither Marx or Kirby killed anyone, they all were knocked unconscious or too pained to get up.
They turned around and started heading back towards Kirby's house only to be interrupted by a beam, a beam to Marx's back.
"Motherfucker..." Marx hissed, slowly turning around. He dodged the next beam, it was predictable.
"Not so tough now, are you?"
Kirby went to hit the Waddle Doo, but was hit with a beam, shocking him until he hit the ground with a groan, smoking.
"Hey, leave Kirby alone! You have problems with me, not him."
"Collateral. What can you do?" The Waddle Doo was about to shoot another beam into Kirby.
"Don't."
"Ohhh~ Why not?"
Marx tilted his head, with a bored expression on his face. "I don't like to lie to people I like."
"Oh you like him? That makes it even more fun for me!"
"Don't, you'll regret it."
"Oh, regret seeing the agony on your face?"
"No."
"Then, what?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Oh, you fucker." the Waddle Doo charged a beam at Kirby.
Marx had a wicked grin stretched across his face as he dashed at the Waddle Doo, preoccupied with Kirby. Marx leapt and kicked the Waddle Doo in the place that dominated most of it's body, the eye. Blood rocketed out of the eye, as the blunt force crushed part of it.
"Told you so~" Marx said in a mocking way.
"Marx..."
"Hey, he won't die! I didn't lie for the most part! Just call a doctor or something."
"Okay, but we better run quick poyo."
"Fast as you can."
"Fast as you can?"
"No."
"Okay poyo."
Marx was licking the blood off himself as he ran.
"Marx what you doing?"
"Trying new things!"
"Blood?"
"Sorry, thirsty." In truth, Kirby was thirsty too, but for water, not blood.
"Could you say I'm... bloodthirsty?" Kirby didn't laugh, Marx didn't either.
"Bad joke?"
"Yeah, sorry."
When they finally did get to something resembling a settlement, Marx was mostly clean of blood, Kirby had small burns wiped off his face.
Kirby stopped. He was so deep in his thoughts that he had gotten lost in the dark, his feet had propelled him forwards without him noticing. He looked around, but there was no light to guide him.
"Help poyo?" There was a rhythmic sound to his left, distant but possibly friendly. "Hello?"
The sound continued, not moving. Kirby convinced himself to go towards it, but slowly, in case it was a trap.
Now that Kirby was closer, it sounded more like bouncing.
"Hello?" Kirby edged ever closer. He could feel air coming from his front, so he was very close to it. He reached out his paw to touch the it, and it stopped bouncing.
"Could you help me? I've gotten lost!"
"Why?"
"M-Marx is that you?"
"...Depends."
"C-could I ask you stuff?"
"Sorry, Marx is not here right now, please leave a message after the beep."
"Marx please..."
"Fine."
"How long you been alive?"
"I was revived once again after you fought me, about... five years."
"Oh... uh, Why haven't you killed me yet?"
"Haven't felt like I needed to."
"Why did you try to take over Popstar?"
"Why do you think I tried to take it over?"
"I don't know..."
"Hm."
"When you did your tricks, why did it almost always harm you?"
"I made them back-fire."
"You were... harming yourself on purpose?"
"Yep."
"Were all of them on purpose?"
"No..."
"Did you like making others laugh?"
"No. I hated it."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Made me feel useful."
"Have you... harmed yourself... today?"
"Disappointments get hurt."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes."
"Do you like me?"
"Do you like me? Really? You got a crush on me?"
"N-no, I was just wondering if you are okay around me..."
"Depends."
"Do yo-"
"Do you like seeing things?"
"Y-yes poyo?" There was a spark and then a match dropped down. It only let Kirby see things directly around it, such as the ball in front of him.
"How's that?"
"Bad..."
"Hmm? Bad?"
"It's not bright..."
"It's bright enough for you to see me right?" Marx jumped off the ball, and behind Kirby. Kirby instinctively hopped backwards, away from Marx.
"I can see you."
"Is that all you want to see?"
"H-huh?"
"Maybe something better?"
"N-no, I'm okay."
"Oh, you're flattering me. I know what you really want, light and a path back to safety, not the dangerous ice you're walking on, right?"
Kirby nodded.
"Well, maybe you'll tread on even thinner ice to reach your destination?"
"Poyo?"
"Come closer." Kirby inched forward, until he was right next to Marx. Kirby was a little shaky, but he told himself to calm down.
"Now, encapsulate me in your embrace."
"Huh?"
"Hug me." Kirby froze.
"Repeat?"
"Hug me before I change my mind."
"Only for a second, poyo."
Kirby hugged Marx, for three seconds. Kirby felt a little warm in his face. It was nice not having to fight anything, and he might even have gotten his friend back.
"That the best you got? Your hug game has gotten weak." Kirby giggled, it was a nice change from the serious atmosphere that seemed to creep into every situation.
"...You're on poyo!"
Kirby hugged Marx, and he really tried this time. He hugged Marx for a good while, long enough for the match to go out. He didn't expect to be hugged back though, especially since he hugged back with golden wings.
"Marx?"
"Aw, come on, admit it! You were feeling left out!"
Kirby and Marx hugged for whole minutes, Kirby didn't want to leave, back into the seriousness of the situation he was usually in, he wanted the goofiness of now to last. Of course he had to stop some time, Dee would eventually wake up, and someone might notice his disappearance.
Muffled, Kirby asked, "Can you lead me now?"
"Sure."
Marx had his wings wrapped around him, having the rainbow lights bounce off everything nearby.
"Marx... what made you change your mood so quickly?"
"The same reason I asked you for a hug, and why I revealed I still had my wings."
"...You felt like it?"
"Yep."
"Is that the same reason you tried to take over Popstar?"
"Nope! Not even close!"
"Why did you shoot me?"
"It was an accident. Sorry... Can we be friends again?"
"...That would be nice."
Marx wrapped a wing around Kirby, bringing him close.
"Yes. Friends."
"Will you forgive me poyo?"
"For now~"
I woke up. Kirby wasn't in the bed with me, the blankets twisted and turned this way and that, the door was creaked open. I was alone, but heard Kirby's voice.
"OVER HERE KIRBY!" I yelled, hoping that the darkness wouldn't consume me before Kirby came, but that was ridiculous! I shouldn't be scared of the dark! Which is almost as ridiculous as my 'greatest fear', being forgotten. I was a Waddle Dee, I look the same as all the others, of course I would be forgotten!
I jumped out of the bed and went out the door.
"Kirby!" I looked around, looking and listening.
"Dee!" Kirby jumped out of the darkness, nearly landing on glass.
"Why did you leave?"
"I got scared and ran."
"Well... what scared you?"
"New place."
"Oh... sorry."
"I hungry poyo."
"We only have mushrooms?"
"Okay, where the mushrooms?"
"The ground." Kirby got down and started picking anything that looked mushroom-like. "We have to wash them before you eat them."
They tasted weird. Really weird. Then I realized what I just ate.
"I don't feel so good." I sat on the bed, my hands were becoming warped...
...
"Dee?" I looked over, I could just barely see Dee's eyes closed.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't think..."
"We shouldn't have eaten those mushrooms..."
The color of the room wouldn't stay the same for even a moment. I looked over to Dee, only to find him out like a light.
"Dee?"
The door opened once again, inviting me to go through. It spoke to me,
"Come on pal, another stroll couldn't hurt, right?"
"Door... you traitor..."
"Hey, it was only a suggestion?"
The bed stated cheerily, "What harm could it do?"
The water spoke up. "Yeah, be alive!"
"You're one to speak..." I looked over at the door again. "Who's going to help Dee when I'm gone?"
"Bed could..."
"Yeah! I could! I'm known for holding stuff in my embrace!"
Kirby lifted Dee onto the bed.
Water gurgled, "Don't let the puff down."
"Hahaha!" The door splintered out. "We'll take care of Dee while you're gone, we won't let you down!"
"Bye Kirby!" They all shouted as I left through the door.
I bounced off something round. "You not looking too good there Kirby. What are you doing out here so late?"
"Door convinced me."
A voice came from on top of the round thing, "Door, huh? Tell me more."
"Water, Bed, and Door had convinced me to go on another stroll. They said they could take care of Dee while I was gone."
"Hey, hey, hey... you need some sleep."
"No... I'm perfectly fine!"
"Yeah, right. You look like you're about to throw up." The ball it was standing on laughed.
"N-No!" I punched the ball in front of me.
"Hey! I don't know how you're feeling, but that wasn't nice! I like my ball as it is, I don't need you bursting it!"
I was going to punch it again, but was met with a firm blow to my head. I picked up a rock off the floor and chucked it as hard as I could.
Pop.
A part of my mind sounded an alarm. Like I just did something wrong.
"You..."
I was right, and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't hear footsteps behind me, so I assumed I wasn't being chased.
I followed Kirby through the door of the place, and noticed a few things. The mushrooms were the most important. Kirby got drugged up and popped my ball. Great. If I was told to be honest, I would say that I'm pretty fucking mad. I walked between Kirby and Dee, and summoned up wings. I took the claws on the wings and scratched them both. I scratched them enough to get blood on the claws, both of them. I soon left, licking the blood off, thinking that this would be enough for me to leave Kirby alone, for now at least. I felt a little strange, but not much more than normal. The drugs must've stayed in the blood.
I wandered off into the darkness, where Kirby had popped my ball, my anger renewed. I put my wings away and just sat, facing a wall. Occasionally, cave life such as Bronto Burts, a fly-like creature would try to sneak past me, they were shy and tried to avoid conflict. They only would ever attack something if they had to, a few brave ones might accept orders. One approached me, but I didn't turn to it, instead I faced the wall, eyes closed.
It nudged against me, making small cheeping sounds. I turned to it, eyes only opened slightly. It had a few buddies watching, either family or friends. It was trying not to run, I could see it's eyes shake.
I whispered, "Hey there."
It shouted out, "Y-You're a big ol' loser!" then glanced back at it's friends. They were laughing, but it then turned back to me and whispered a sheepish "Sorry..."
"I understand, you were pressured by your friends over there, right? If you are truly sorry, come back later."
It's mouth made a small o shape, and said "O-okay." It fluttered back to it's friends, and I heard "Y-yeah I sure got him! Y-you wouldn't believe the look on his face!" It gave a quick glance back to me, and mouthed "Soon!". They all fluttered off, and the one that spoke to me had came back a few minutes later.
It was slower in it's approach this time, and visibly nervous.
"Hey, you're back." I had a small smile.
"I'm sorry for insulting you."
"Come closer, I want to truly hear it face to face." It fluttered it's wings until it was within a single step of distance.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's okay. Just talk to me like one of your friends." Easier said than done, of course, but it really did try to.
"I- My name is Plin."
"Hey there Plin, I'm Marx."
"Oh... you're Marx?" It started to back away.
"Where you going Plin? I'm not going to hurt you."
"B-but... you're not mad?"
"It was a weak insult, I didn't take it personally. Besides, based on your reaction, you probably heard of me. I don't want to scare you away."
"O-okay, but... how are you still alive?"
"Spooky space magic."
"Really?"
"No. I'm not trying to kill you right now, am I? Why are you so afraid of me?"
"It's just- I've never seen one of the villains everyone is so afraid of, they made them out to be big vicious monsters, but... you don't seem like a monster, at least not now."
"Aw, what did they tell you about little old Marxy?"
"Not much... just that he had a jester hat, tie and wings."
"Anything about what I did?"
"Oh uh, tricked Kirby?"
"So, you lumped all the other villain descriptions of them being big scary monsters, and me, which made you picture a big scary thing that's out for blood, right?"
"P-pretty much?"
"And now you realize you called him a loser?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Oh, but what could I do? I don't even have hands." I leaned back dramatically.
"They uh, said you had fangs as big as me?"
I laughed, and said, "As big as you? Look, do these look you-sized?" I opened my mouth.
"No?"
"Maybe they'll feel that way if I sunk 'em into you." It jumped back in terror. "Aw, come on, can't take a joke?"
"N-not ones like that..."
"How about you?"
"Huh?"
"He or she?"
"She..."
"Aw, cute." She shuffled closer to me, with a confused look.
"What is?"
"The fact you came up to me and called me a loser, you're pretty brave."
"Oh... thanks? One of them bullied me into saying it."
"Funny thing is, I'm actually quite angry right now. I'm almost glad you came along."
"You don't seem angry?" I got up and stood directly in front of Plin, avoiding my eyes, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"I was just wondering if you were up for a hug."
"A h-hug?! We don't even have hands- my wings are hardly big enough for something like that!"
"Eager?"
"...Maybe?" She was blushing slightly.
"Anyways, I was wondering if we could hug because I don't want to destroy anything right now, I'm sure you'd like everything staying the same as well. I would hug a friend but... they were the ones to make me angry in the first place."
"Oh- uh... I'd like to feel something new like that- but how?"
"Think back to what they told you."
"Wings? You don't seem to have any though..."
"On the contrary, I do."
"Where?"
"Aw, why don't you find out?"
"Y-you want me to let you hug me so I find out what your wings are like?"
"Well, what did you imagine them to be?"
"Like a birds'?" I giggled, it was so far off! "No?"
In a flash, I summoned them and captured Plin, a hug. I didn't intend to hug Plin, in-fact, I planned on using Plin as a 'punching' bag. More emotion couldn't hurt though, right?
"Oh... these are nothing like I've ever seen before..."
More emotion... Any?
"I didn't know villains could be so nice... You okay?"
"Yeah sure, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine..." I accidentally bit my lip with a fang.
"I said I'm fine."
"Is your anger going to go away?"
"Depends." I was might've attacked something out of anger later, but Plin must've taken what I meant the wrong way and said,
"Then I'll take it away myself!" Then she kissed me. If I was ready for something like this I might've tried to ready, but it was sudden. Too sudden.
I didn't try to stop her, I was unsure of what to do, and how to do it. The wings wrapped around us covered what we were doing pretty well, so I could let it go on, or, I could kill her on the spot for doing something so sudden. Neither sounded like ideal options, as one might make her kiss me again, and the other would be unnecessary. So I thought of what happens when things kiss, and they usually return it, right? Maybe I would feel happy?
I even decided to get a little bit of my tongue involved, it seemed to work as she had a hard blush on her face.
"You like this?" I questioned.
Almost shamefully, she responded with a "Yes". I closed my eyes, the feeling wasn't bad, almost nice. It didn't last long though, as a 'friend' had come looking for her.
"Oh Pli-i-in! Where are you?" I stopped, and withdrew my wings before they saw the lights, and shook away any evidence of anything physical happening, and wiped off anything Plin had on her.
"What do you think you were doing when you ran away like that?"
"I j-"
"Were you apologizing to another again?!"
"Yes, b-"
"You can't do anything right! I'll show you how to really do things!" It turned to me and was about to do an aerial charge.
"I don't think that's a good idea Vim!"
"Shut up, you! Everything I do is a better idea than yours!"
I looked over at Plin, she almost gave a kind of shrug, as if to say, "Go for it."
I finally spoke up, "Hey hey, hey, that's not a good idea!"
"You really are dedicated to your role-playing, huh? Well maybe you should pick someone who isn't dead!
I pulled a shocked look, "He's dead!? You sure?"
"Yeah! He's dead as hell!" He was clearly done speaking, as he charged at me as fast as he could. I slid back a bit when he impacted me, I could've dodged, but surely nothing would be more satisfying than this, I smirked and promptly said,
"Hello Vim, nice to meet you." He charged again after gaining some speed.
"My name's Marx! You might've heard of me." Another charge, and I was closing in on a wall.
"I'd like to say I'm not dead, and you should probably stop."
"Marx is dead! You can't scare me! You don't even have wings!"
"Well, he's not dead." He charged at me one more time, but before he hit me, I opened my mouth and dug my fangs into him, before throwing him into the wall behind me.
"Ah, fuck!" He got up again, he wasn't done fighting.
"Hey, stop it." He kicked at me the best he could, his wings crippled. "Stop it."
"No! I will teach you a lesson!" He ran up to me and went for a big kick, and missed, leaving him open, right in front of me. My wings came out instinctively, and grabbed him, claws ripping into his face. I stared at him with narrowed eyes, and a wicked grin.
I whispered to him, "I said I'm not dead, now do you want to live or die? I should just kill you now, but I'm giving you a chance here, you fucking vermin."
His composure finally cracked, and could only let out a small "Live!"
I said even quieter, "You want to live? Beg for it." I dug in my claws, causing blood to seep out onto the floor below, I had him lifted up slightly off the floor, before dropping him down. I returned my wings to my side, with a properly insane look on my face. Plin was nowhere to be seen.
"I want to live! Please! I'm sorry for not believing you!" I turned one of my wings towards his face, with the bottom row of crystals on them had sharp tips pointed towards him as well. I dragged one across his face, cutting a line toward his back.
"Please..."
I licked some blood off him.
"Please?"
"Fine, leave with your life." It sounded like I said it multiple times over, as more than one voice said it, all vaguely similar to mine, some delayed.
He ran as quick as his feet could carry him, away from me.
