This will probably be the last part of the story, and I can easily say that it will be the one that you'll enjoy the most. Plus, in order to maintain the illusion that occurs after the opening paragraphs, you'll have to imagine all this in human form.

Smooth Meta Knight Part 3

The following day, Meta Knight took leave from Dreamland to pursue a two month vacation. His reason was unknown, but many thought he had finally cracked.

So two months passed and at the end of the two months, there was a ball held withing the castle, and supposedly Meta Knight would be returning that night. But as the sun drew closer to the horizon and set, Meta Knight was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was late?

In the grand hall, there were large arch shaped windows to one side and a grand wall of mirrors to the other side. The floor was large and was made from polished wood. There was a large stage at the end of this hallway and decorations surrounded the entire area. It was an absolutely huge hall, the biggest in Dreamland, with a capacity of roughly 10,000 people. When there were performances, people who paid good money would get to sit in the seats that sat on alcoves in the wall for a better view. There was also a tier rather high up full of seats above the grand entrance.

The Dreamland ball was an annual event that celebrated the creation of Dreamland. This was the 492nd anniversary, so no special number, but a special occasion nonetheless.

Tiff, who's hair and face were done up especially for the ball, was talking with Sword and Blade. She was concerned about Meta Knight, seeming that he loved these types of fancy do's.

"We don't know what time's he's coming back" Sword said. "All he said was he was coming back today, guaranteed"

"Oh, but he'll miss out on this wonderful ball!" Tiff said. "Are you sure he said he was coming back today?" she asked. Just about then, the lights suddenly dimmed and horns started playing. The stage started to flash red lights and dancers in mafia suits started to spread across the stage. Everyone started to cheer as five more men came down from the top of the stage, sliding down on rope. Gunshots could be heard coming from the stage and the horns were playing the iconic start to the James Bond theme. Then before the proper theme came in, one of the dancers at the back, who had his back turned to the crowd, started emitting sparks along with gunfire, silencing the song as if the man were getting shot. The man dropped revealing the shooter, a mystery man wearing a black veiled hood and a cloak that covered his body. The man started to strut slowly along to the beat of someone clicking whilst talking.

"As soon as she walked into the place I knew right then...There was something different about this girl..." he said. Then, he did a quick movement with his feet as if he was kicking the floor, accompanied by an orchestra hit. The man nearby his foot flinched on the floor rather dramatically. The silence came back with the clicking keeping a tempo.

"The way she moved, her hair, her face, her lines....divinity in motion...." he said. Then, he threw out his arms and the cloak flew off, but the hood stayed on, keeping the man's identity a secret still. The man seemed to be wearing some sort of futuristic space armour on his arms, legs and torso. An electronic drum beat had replaced the clicking, but still kept the same tempo.

As he slowly moved to one side, the men that had fallen around him started to get up and stand in a pattern. Then, all of the people moved into the middle and did some slow dancing that made their bodies look like moving illusions. The hooded man was doing the same, but a different move which didn't involve spinning. He started to do the whispery talk again.

"She walked right up to me...Gave me an offer I couldn't refuse..." he said. Then, all of the dancers and the hooded man put their hands just above their crotch swiftly but softly.

"A touch..." The group then blew a kiss with two fingers.

"A kiss..." The group turned their heads to the crowd.

"A seductive stare..." Then, all the group quickly turned to the other side and stamped their feet as the drum beat vanished, leaving the clicking again.

"The girl is bad..." the hooded man said. The group brought one arm out and clicked twice.

"The girl is dangerous..." They did a quick movement with their hands that went twice the speed of the beat. Then, the music stopped and a small set of violins were all playing a high note. All of the light on the stage focused of the front and the hooded man slowly walked backwards into the shade, vanishing. The clicking came back, but at a slightly slower tempo. Women now wearing voluptuous dresses walked onto the stage and started to dance with the men (who all wore fedoras) slowly. It looked like something from the 30's. Backing singers started to sing 'doo doo' along to the current tune to emphasise the 30's feeling. Everything had a laid back feeling to it. The crowd seemed to enjoy it and some even started to dance, thinking this was the song that was to be played. Wrong!

Suddenly, everyone in the crowd got a fright as the music suddenly stopped and the loud sound of a machine gun firing erupted through the hall. The spotlight focused on the hooded man who had reappeared behind the dancers on an elevated platform that sunk slowly to their level, wearing a white suit, blue shirt, gold trousers and a black tie. As he fired the gun, fireworks exploded at the top of the stage, moving across from one side to the other to create the illusion that the gun was actually firing bullets. The dancers pretended to take cover and fled the stage as this 'carnage' continued. As it reached the other side of the stage, the firing and fireworks stopped and a large white sheet unfurled from the top of the stage. A light shone from behind which cast the hooded man's shadow onto the sheet (the man was behind it).

The violins played a note higher and the clicking came back. Everyone could see the man's shadow, but not the man. The man threw away his gun and then put a hand up to his neck. Then, he grabbed his head and pulled off the hood he was wearing, which garnered a small reaction from the crowd who waited in suspense to see who it was. Tiff's worries of Meta Knight not being there to see it all had slowly vanished through curiosity of the show.

A fedora flew from behind the sheet and the man caught it, placing it on his head. He then did a few spins and did a few dance steps with his feet. But soon after, he stood still and just clicked in tempo with the clicking. Two other men, their shadows smaller than the mystery man appeared to each side. The clicking vanished and the violins gradually got louder for a bar until...

Sorry! I love to create suspense! Who could this mystery man be? Where is Meta Knight? Is he safe? Will he ever make it on time to watch this show? What is going to happen? Read the final chapter to discover!!! And there won't be any little introduction before the final chapter, I'll get right to it!