Chapter Two: Suspect Number One

After they doctor gave Kirby the 'green light', he and his so called assistant left to go to his house to find clues.

"Anything you find, leave it be. We'll get a camera from Keeby and take a photo of the scene, and then we can gather evidence."

"Okay." Dedede nodded.

Before they could go anywhere, however, something grabbed Kirby tightly by the shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" A voice hissed in his ear. It was slightly high pitched, with a pinch of insanity on the edge. "I heard there was an attempted murder. Was there any blood?"

Kirby stood completely still. Dedede hadn't even noticed that he had stopped, and was walking off without him.

The person behind him ran a finger- no, a claw- down to where his bandage was. Where he had been stabbed.

"Oh... My. This must've hurt. My poor little plaything." He dug his claw deeper in, making Kirby wince in pain. "It would be a shame if you were dead. Luckily you aren't. Now, what exactly are you doing, looking for the murderer, hmm?"

Kirby suddenly recognized the voice. He gritted his teeth.

"Why do you need to know, you sadistic lunatic?!"

He broke away, turning around to face the other. Marx smiled widely, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated in the bright sunlight. To Kirby, it seemed like he was on the brink of insanity.

"I need to know because I care about you." He answered, getting closer and lifting the other's chin up so their faces were a mere inch apart. "What, you think I don't care?"

Kirby was too frightened to try and get away, but instead just reached up with his paws to stop his claws from digging into him. He was so close to him, and could reach his throat and kill him in an instant.

Just like his attempted murderer tried to kill him.

"You don't." Kirby grumbled. "You're insane."

"Maybe I am." Marx answered, smiling. "And you are adorable in that fedora."

Still holding Kirby's face in his claws, he leaned up and placed his lips on the puffball's forehead, a bit like a kiss.

Kirby flinched and gasped a bit. What did he think he was doing?! Marx could easily bite him with those sharp fangs of his, and a bite to the temple would be fatal! He stood as still as he could, hoping that the jester would decide that he preferred to torture his prey before he killed them.

Luckily, Marx just moved away after a while, without leaving even a scratch. Kirby was relieved.

"See?" Marx chuckled slightly. "I don't want to hurt you! Now, run along back to your silly detective stuff, and don't get hurt, 'kay?"

Kirby crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"You're just like Meta Knight, only worse." He growled.

Marx simply rolled his eyes, smiling. He was about to say something else when Dedede came back.

"Hey, Kirbs, you coming or not?" He asked. Then he spotted the jester. "Oh, hello, Marx." He spat. "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to wish your little detective good luck." Marx replied, leaning a wing on the puffball.

"Good luck?" Kirby asked sarcastically, trying to push the other off. "You weren't doing anything like that! You were just being creepy, like always."

"Well, puffball, let's agree to disagree." Marx answered, waving a wing around a bit. "Be seeing you, then."

He teleported away. Kirby sighed, frustrated.

"Well, that just wasted our time." Dedede muttered. "Should we go now?"

"You know what, Nick? Maybe it wasn't a waste of time." Kirby replied, going back to walking. "Because I think I just found Suspect Number One."