A/N: Hey y'all! I forgot a disclaimer last time; I might get sued. Don't sue me; I need my education, a roof over my head, etc. You should know the ropes by now. Read, review, blah blah blah.
Disclaimer: Kirby is not mine (sigh)
Mac dragged Carter the Stalker over to the black leather couch. Kirby was in my arms, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere looming around us. I was lost in Vivian World until the grandfather clock roughly jerked me out with its toll. I couldn't read grandfather clocks, so I counted the chimes instead. Eleven. Hmmm… time flies faster than a bat on crack. I chuckled at my favorite metaphor.
I didn't realize how tired I was until Kirby yawned, hopped out of my arms, and went to sleep on an oversized pillow. Since he yawned, I yawned, followed by Mac's drooping eyelids. I made my way towards the other couch. Mac was on the recliner, fast asleep. After collapsing on the unoccupied couch, I gladly sank into unconsciousness.
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Sleep was pried from my mind as a large crash boomed outside. Not again I thought as I jerked up. Vertigo hit me in full force, causing me to sway. Everyone was still zonked out. I decided to investigate the situation independently, being the naïve idiot I was. As I started walking, something nudged my leg. It was Kirby, a real shocker right there. He seemed to like me a lot—for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps he was partial to me because I was the first being he woke up to. Like an imprint with a baby duckling. I sighed, slinging him on my back and ungracefully walking towards the outside.
With a yawn I stalked towards the family of trees. My eyes adjusted to the light, allowing me to see a dark world of violets, midnight blues, blacks, and grays. The moon looked absolutely radiant; a crescent of iridescence bordered by white spots of fire. It was beautiful, despite the lack of warmth and coloring.
Kirby shivered. He was used to vibrancy, even at night. Popstar is a planet with only two points of reason: The brightest of bright and the darkest of dark, light personifying good and dark representing evil. Popstar was a very pure and innocent planet; therefore bright. On Earth it's much more complicated. Our reasoning has many points. Dark can be very embracing and veils you, while too much light can blind you. Sometimes it is hard to distinguish them apart from each other.
I smelled the scent of smoke. Not the woodsy scent that you inhale while burning wood, instead the essence of metallic burning. Hesitantly, I scrambled through the looming oak trees. Another deep gash in the ground—much like the one Kirby's landing left—had gnawed its way into the earth. My sternum-crushing heartbeat was pounding in my ears. I made my way over to the site of the crash. Near an off-white vehicle stood a figure facing away from us; blending in the shadows as if it was a phantom.
This figure was small. It was perched in a threatening, yet graceful, position atop a tree branch. The creature grabbed something on its bottom-left side; a hilt of gold, glowing in the moonlight. So blindingly fast, the sword was pulled out, revealing a weapon that crackled with pure energy. I gasped. Meta Knight turned his piercing gaze toward me and Kirby.
Slowly his flashing-gold eyed turned a startling shade of red. He jumped; barely jostling the branch. I spun around and found the sword pointed at my throat. I was surprised he could reach that far; my adrenaline rush heightened my senses, telling me Meta Knight was approximately sixteen inches taller than Kirby—still very short.
"Who are you?" I was questioned by the swordsman in an accent that sounded like a cross between a Spaniard and Count Dracula. To be honest, his voice was cool-sounding.
"I-I'm Vivian Carnal. A-are y-you Sir Meta Knight?" I spilled my words out due to the fact a weapon was pointed at my throat. Kirby seemed just as afraid; he was trembling.
"Yes. It seems you have found an acquaintance in Kirby. Hmmmm…" The knight looked deep in thought as his eyes shifted over to an odd shade of green. Since he has a mask, he should probably show emotion somehow. I just noticed he had a cape on, where in the world did that come from? Sleep deprivation sucks.
"This is not right, Kirby was supposed to come to Popstar. There are no monsters in this world… it is just not right." He trailed off, stress evident in every murmur.
"Excuse me," Meta Knight looked at me, "Ummm, can you explain what the heck is going on here? I feel so lost. I need to know what's going on here. Well, I feel pretty tired right now, and I'm sure you also need rest. You can crash at my place; you can explain everything in the morning." His eyes turned gold again and he nodded. I took this as a knight's version of a 'sure. I'll totally crash at your home'. He followed me and Kirby out of the color-drained forest.
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We entered the house. Meta Knight stalked ahead of me and into the living room. He took in the sleeping forms of Mac and Carter. Mac was on the floor, snoring loudly. Carter had an expression that showed comical fear. The warrior turned to me with pink eyes.
"Are these your friends?"
"Yeah, Blondie is, but the scared kid is more of a stalker," Meta's eyes narrowed, "Don't worry, he's harmless. But I have a question: do you notice how your eyes change?
He narrowed one eye in what I assumed was skepticism "What do you mean my eyes change?"
"Oh, nothing…" I wanted the subject to drop; I already think I'm on his blacklist. No need to tell him about his odd eyes.
He mumbled something unintelligible and made his way toward Mac. Much to my surprise—he picked her up. Now Mac was short; about four feet nine inches, but Meta Knight was half her height. He placed her on the recliner, and then positioned himself on the end table beside me.
"Your friend—Blondie—is a very heavy sleeper," I just stared open-mouthed at him. He lifted my chin up; closing my mouth. "It is not polite to gape, or stare." He said. I nodded and turned around, to avoid irritating him any more.
He took my couch to rest; so I had to stay in my regular bed. Kirby was on my shoulder and seemed to want my company. I trudged up the stairs and entered my familiar living space. After collapsing on my bed and taking in the scent of safety, I began slumbering.
Meta's POV (Fangirl squeal. Yeep!!) P.S. This is HARD
I followed this… girl. There really was not any better adjective to describe her. She seemed to be in between a young girl and a woman—I was not to dwell on that subject any longer. I was no expert on human adolescence—no humans fought in our war. She led me through the color-drained world that is Earth.
Earth is a strange star; it is filled with many evils on its own, not needing the help of Nightmare. Maybe that is why he hasn't sent any demon beasts here. This planet also has good in it. Good and evil and everything in between, all living in harmony; the perfection of imperfection…
My thoughts continued as we made our way to a building—bigger than Castle Dedede. Earth is also strange because of the proportions; this planet is bigger than Popstar, therefore everything seems distorted in size to me.
We entered a room with two couches and a recliner. There were other child-adults slumbering in this room. One had a funny expression; the other was snoring loudly—on the floor.
"Are these your friends?" I asked the amber-haired one. Her dark and steely eyes relaxed from their once fear-filled stiffness.
"Yeah, Blondie is, but the scared kid is more of a stalker. Don't worry, he's harmless. But I have a question: do you notice how your eyes change?" Eyes, change, what? I looked at her with a skeptic expression.
"What do you mean my eyes change?" I never knew that, hmmm…
"Oh, nothing…" She doesn't seem to want to discuss this, for a reason unknown to me.
"Human, adolescence…" I mumbled. The girl—Vivian—did not seem to hear me. I noticed the blonde one looked uncomfortable. Vivian always seemed tense around me; I should show I mean no harm. It was partially my fault she was scared of me; I all but pointed a deadly weapon at her throat. To prove my peace, I picked up the short one and placed her on the couch. She wasn't too heavy. I was very strong on Popstar—Earth didn't seem to change that.
"Your friend—Blondie—is a very heavy sleeper," I said as I placed myself on a coffee table beside Ms. Carnal; She was gaping at me. I hated it when people gaped, so I lifted her chin up and said: "It is not polite to gape, or stare." She immediately turned around. I turned to the unoccupied piece of furniture to sleep. Vivian went up the stairs with Kirby on her back.
My mind was free of distractions; so I could think clearly. I knew I had to tell these children what is occurring with Kirby.
Kirby's ship was meant to come to Popstar. There are no monsters here, so his Star Warrior ship should have crashed on Popstar—well, it shouldn't have crashed at all, it's two-hundred years too early for that. I sighed, realizing I needed to train him, and fast.
These thoughts continued to nag me as I drifted into sleep.
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Groggily, I regained consciousness. I awoke with a cool sheen of sweat on my neck and face. Afternoon light was seeping through my window, stinging my eyes as they adjusted to the brightness. I could feel my pulse thudding quickly in my ears. I must have had a bad dream; otherwise I wouldn't have been sweating nor having cardiac arrest.
Kirby was not at my side, and I smelled pancakes. My stomach growled like Chewbacca. Dizzily, I walked down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see Mac and Carter eating, Meta Knight standing on the table—eyes pink—and Kirby in a chair with duct tape over his mouth. I giggled a little bit; it was pretty funny to see Kirby like that. I picked up a plate of pancakes and Kirby stared at them longingly—I laughed again.
I received simultaneous good mornings from Mac and Carter. Kirby just waved and the knight nodded towards me. As I began eating, I had a thought.
"Umm… Meta Knight, sir, I still need an explanation for alien visitors to the quaint little state of Ohio." I bit my cheek; a tendency I act on when I'm stressed. He nodded again and began.
"I came here to find Kirby. He is a Star Warrior—a soldier who-," Mac cut him off.
"Yeah, we already know that. We already know you are a kick-ass soldier who is a nocturnal-vamp-type guy who is also a billion years old. We also know Kirby is another Star Warrior destined to obliterate nightmare, but is only a baby due to the fact he needs to age about two hundred more years. You guys have a T.V. show." She shrugged. Meta Knight's eyes widened slightly and turned green.
"It seems you have knowledge of our kind. Do you have a fortune-teller like Kabu? And also, I'm not a bloodsucker or a nocturnal creature."
"No, I don't think we have any prophet-tikis lying around. And you seem like the type to me. And where the heck did you pick up that accent?" I kicked Mac and she grumbled. Meta Knight rolled his yellow eyes.
"That is a mystery to be solved later," I didn't know if he meant the cartoon that turned out to be real, or his accent, "I came here when I found a piece of a Star Warrior ship in Dreamland. I searched and couldn't find any lost soldier anywhere, so I set out into space and found more pieces; they created a trail. I followed the broken fragments until I came here, to Earth. My theory is a meteor—or worse—collided with Kirby and caused him to crash here."
Carter's face was the same calm mask as mine. I guess he was filled in on the general background information.
"So the defeat of Nightmare hasn't happened yet? What about the demon beasts? Do you think he will send some down here?" I asked the veteran Star Warrior who probably knew everything.
"No, Nightmare is still polluting the universe with evil," All humans' eyes widened, "As for the demon beasts, I don't know if any will come to Earth. It depends if Nightmare knows where Kirby is."
I looked towards Kirby. He still had tape on his mouth. The thing looked so innocent; I didn't think he was capable of killing. At least he's a good guy. If I couldn't envision him killing, I definitely couldn't see him as evil. I sighed. Children, no matter what species they are, shouldn't be involved in a war. I guess there was no choice; Meta Knight needs help to defeat Nightmare. This thought made me sigh again.
Hours passed as we answered the many questions Carter had. Apparently he was very good at feigning calm. I asked him if his parents knew where he was, and he stated they thought he was at Jeremiah Bowring's house. Mac and I threw him disgusted looks at the same time. As we were conversing, we were interrupted by a loud noise that sounded like a splash and an explosion.
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