I'm a third of the way there *dies*


Thirty-three: Death
Characters: Magolor

He didn't know how this had happened. He had just wanted to be strong, so nobody could push him around anymore.

With his last dregs of strength, he dimly watched the battle, feeling as if he were a vast distance away. The little pink puff fought alone, his friends knocked far away. It was very impressive, the way he could still get up every time after each intensely powerful blow. Well, he hadn't really lied when he'd told him he admired him.

He vaguely felt the pain, but he was mostly feeling despair. As the Dark Matter possessing him weakened, so did he. Black gathered around the edges of his vision, and he couldn't hear much more than a high-pitched ringing in his ears. He'd gotten his power, yes, but at the cost of his very soul.

At last, Kirby dealt the final blow, a splitting strike that tore his warped body apart. As he and the Dark Matter screamed together, and the Master Crown began to shatter, he saw a look of deep sorrow on the pink puff's face and felt regret. If he could only take it all back, if he could only stop at fixing his dear companion the Lor, he would.

To make amends; that was his final wish. The Dark Matter died before him, and, just for a split second, he had control of the crown. He felt far worse about betraying the only friends he'd ever managed to make than anticipated, and not just because he'd gotten possessed. As he fell into nothingness, tears falling with him, he thought about how Kirby had never given up on him, even to the bitter end.