A/N: I hope this chapter is okay. It's my first fan fic. Read and review! Flames are accepted, but praise is preferred. I'm going to assume Kirby fans are reading this and are totally aware of the anime plot.

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all Kirby content

I waved goodbye as I watched my mom and dad enter their vehicle. My cute monster of a golden retriever, Charley, said goodbye by barking like a rabid garbage dog. Mac gave my parents one of those 'we come in peace' gestures you only see on those weird sci-fi shows. I shot her a look; my parents already thought she was strange enough. Mac dropped her hand.

When the white SUV disappeared into the horizon, we retreated into the house.

"What was with 'the look'? I thought you were gonna eat me." Mac asked as I closed the door and locked the deadbolt.

"I told you, alien peace signs are not proper etiquette," I said with a horrible impersonation of an eighteenth-century snob. "Besides, do you want to get sent to an asylum by them?"

"Yes,"

"Not funny."

We continued to climb the steps towards my room. It had the best view.

"So, Vivian, can I play with your DS?" Mac loves to play with my stuff. She turned on her overly clichéd puppy-dog look. No matter how clichéd it is, it still worked. Her violet eyes and golden hair enhanced the effect.

"Fine," My pouty face, however, does not work nearly as well. My hair was a brown that shows a mix between gold and amber in sunlight. My eyes were dark, flecked with a steely blue that show no weaknesses. My face was strong with a graceful jaw line. Her face was innocent and soft-looking. Also I was way taller than her, with a medium bone structure that is ginormus compared to her slim, elfin one. Despite the description of my face structure, my features didn't make me look beautiful; just between plain and pretty. Mac was beautiful.

Of course being bigger does have its perks. Sports are easier for you and shelves mean nothing to you. I did pretty well in track and softball, even if I wasn't a super athlete like Valerie. Video games, reading, and writing are my other pastimes.

My room had earthly colors decorating the walls and floor; soft green and mahogany. Pictures painted by me and Mac were scattered on the walls. The video game consoles and television were in one corner, my bookshelf and rocking chair in the other. The flowery queen sized bed we'd be sharing and nightstand were beside each other. Last but not least was my closet, so messy a monster looked like it went through it.

"Okay, where is it?" Mac scoured my room for the portable game system. When she found it she booted it up. I looked out the window. It was twilight right now, the sky a mixture of pink, orange, and light blue.

"Dammit!" Mac exclaimed as I heard the annoying tune Kirby games give you when he bites the dust.

"Language," I warned her, "You, of all people, should know cussing is my biggest pet-peeve."

"'Cause you are a Mary Sue, miss I'm-so-innocent-I-can't-cuss." It's really ironic, that she's the one who looks like a twelve-year-old. I laughed at this. "Hey, s'not funny. You need to grow a spine."

"So says the cute little pixie." I stated

"Correction: so says the cute little pixie that can kick your ass." She retorted.

"Again; watch your language".

"Ugh," Mac went back to playing Kirby. It was a few moments later when I heard the dying music again.

"Da-," She hesitated when I glared at her. "Dang it! I can't kill this cloud thing," She complained.

"That 'cloud thing' is Kracko."

"Okay, I can't kill Kracko."

"Do you want me to beat him for you?" I offered.

"Please. Wait, it's a guy cloud?" I nodded and reached for the game.

I basically took custody of my DS and was fighting a half-dead Dedede. Spring Breeze is a really easy game; which explains why Mac can't beat it. She sucks at video games. As I was watching the super-cute ending clip to Spring Breeze, I heard a very loud exploding noise outside. Mac just tore her gaze away from the flashing TV screen.

I ran down the stairs, with Mac on my heels, screaming at the top of my lungs: "CHARLEY IS SO DEAD!" That dog has gone way too far. I mean explosions? How the heck does a dog cause explosions? Of course I wasn't expecting the sight I received when I opened the door.

There was a huge gash in the earth leading into the woods. Okay, no freaking way a dog could do that, even with a stick of dynamite. Speaking of the devil-dog, he was curled up shivering; looking like the bejeezus got scared outta him. I looked over to Mackenzie, who had the same expression as Charley, 'cept her face is human.

"Why the hell are you so calm?" My best friend questioned me in a hysterical voice.

Just as I was about to answer; my phone rang.

"Vivian, are you okay? We heard a crash near your house and…" Mrs. Carson, our elderly neighbor, is one of the messengers my parents assigned to keep their eyes and ears on us.

"Yeah we're 'kay. We just, um, turned the stereo up too loud," I am a horrible liar, "Don't worry; we didn't blow up the house," No doubt I will receive a very worried call from the 'rentals.

"Well, take care then." The phone line went dead.

Apparently Mac regained her composure because she was heading toward the crash site.

"Mackenzie, where the heck are you going?" I shouted after her. I took her shoulder and spun her around.

"I am going to investigate. You know I always keep my camera with me. If it's an extraterrestrial, we can make money." I just stared at her. If anyone can think about money in a situation like this, it's the girl in front of me. Anyway, if it is an alien that crash landed in the woods, which it probably isn't, I'll probably befriend it like E.T.; knowing my luck.

"Fine. We can go find your alien." Now I started to lead the way.

To be truthful, this event spiked my curiosity. I wanted to go see it for myself. With Mac trailing behind, we entered the woods.

The place was in absolute ruin. Trees were knocked over, the ground had large gashes in it, and there were pieces of glowing gold…everywhere. But that was nothing compared to the sight in front of me.

On the ground was a golden, star-shaped object. The thing beside it was, well, round and pink… and that was about it. It's surprising that I would be so calm, considering aliens freak me out.

Mac was in pieces. She looked so into shock, she probably won't be able to snap out of it. Ah the irony again; the space invader-lover is freaked out by said space invader.

I looked at the pink, puff-like form a few feet from me. Poor little thing, it was flat on its face, all beat up. It looked like it got jumped by alien gangsters. Now that I got a better look at pinky, I recognized it. Red, shoe-like feet, stubby hands, perfectly spherical… Oh. My. Gosh. The thing is Kirby!

"Mac! Look at that pink thing. Do you recognize it?" I asked, praying that her psyche didn't completely snap.

"No, it looks like a pink marshmallow on steroids," Thank God, I thought, glad she was still sane enough to make snide comments.

"You were right, it was a U.F.O. crash. But seriously, you don't recognize the pink marshmallow on 'roids?" She shook her head, "Look at it! How do you not recognize it when you saw it five minutes ago?"

"…Holy sh-," I stopped her just in time, "I mean: holy crap! That's Kirby!"

"No way, I didn't even notice!" I said in a sarcastic tone. Mac picked up a piece of what I assumed was Kirby's spacecraft. I cowered in fear; if you witnessed what violent things Mackenzie Rae Thompson can do with any hard object, you'd probably run away screaming in terror.

"Jeez, Mackenzie, I'm joking. No need to bring out your violent side. Besides, don't you think we're forgetting a certain creampuff?"

"You can be his nurse. I am not touching that thing, no matter how cute it is." Mac shivered. It seems she hadn't completely regained her cool.

"Dude, I'd love to touch him. It's been my dream to hug a Kirby since I was seven." I confessed my wish. Mac rolled her eyes.

"Vi, sometimes I wonder about you. You're, like, twice as sane as me. Plus, you are a dork."

"Yes. But I'm a proud dork. Who is envied by many other dorks. All because I am the world's only cool dork." Again, Mac rolled her eyes.

I walked over to Kirby. He's cuter in person, even all messed up. Gingerly, I scooped him up. He only weighed a few ounces.

We approached the house. Charley was in hysterics; barking, growling, even hissing. I thought cats were the only ones who hiss, well, cats and vampires; I've been reading vampire stories lately.

"Your dog is crazy! I didn't know dogs could hiss!" So I wasn't the only one who noticed. Kirby stirred in my arms at Mac's loud voice.

"Shh, don't wake him up," I whispered, "It's probably just instincts. I mean, if my owner was carrying a foreign creature in their arms, I'd be pretty jumpy myself." Come to think of it, I didn't blame my dog; he probably witnessed the unfortunate landing. Anything like that would scare me to death.

We arrived at my living quarters. I set the Kirbster on my bed and put my hand on his forehead. It probably wasn't a great idea to base his temperature on human temperature, but I wasn't a real nurse; so the point was moot. He was a bit hotter than an average human, but his face looked relaxed. I don't think he has a fever. I lowered my hand to his left side. I felt a thumping under my hand. He had a strong heartbeat. Lastly, I checked his bruises, he winced. They looked very bad, even on an entirely different species.

"Wow, look at you! You're a sweet nurse." Mac had been watching me through the whole process; completely engrossed.

"Thanks" I replied.

"Is he really Kirby? I thought Japan was advanced, but I didn't know they had contact with another intelligent species. That little guy sleeping on your bed could be dangerous." I threw her a disbelieving look at this comment.

"I'm not sure how video game creators managed to come in contact with his kind, but I'm pretty sure this Kirby is the one who kicks monster butt on my DS." Of course I could be wrong, but I don't want to think this Kirby could be dangerous; he's really cute.

"Do you really know that much about him? You may know almost everything about all Kirby games, but there could be more information." She had a point. There may be another source of information out there.

"I'll Google him; you can continue to play doctor." Mac headed towards the computer.

It was a few minutes later when Mac tapped my shoulder. I was watching Kirby in his sleep. He was stirring in slumber; that meant he would wake up soon.

"Whatcha need?" I asked.

"Vivian, you might want to read this." Mac said flatly.

I looked on the computer screen on a website that said 'Kirbypedia, everything you need to know about him.' I skipped the games section; I already know about this. Instead I looked at the section labeled 'anime'. Great. I hate anime based off of games. It absolutely kills the game's reputation.

Look up the plot if you don't know it. I don't feel like typing two pages of a different story.

After about five minutes of reading I had completed the whole section. I looked into Mac's eyes and saw a reflection of what I was thinking: What if there are monsters out to get Kirby? And is the war over with dark forces? If it isn't , we are most likely royally screwed. Where's Meta Knight when you need him? Jeez-lo-petes.

"I have one thing to say: the Kirby show is jacked up."

"And you wonder why I don't watch it." Another moment of silence followed. I took this as a subject drop.