A/N: Okay I am very sorry for going totally hermit. I am a busy jock-child who is participating in basketball. Well here's chapter three.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kirby

I walked outside to find a wet dog and the backside of my house drenched. Charley was whimpering inside his dog house, whether shivering from the cold or the sudden splash—I have no idea.

There was only one place I could think of that would have enough water to drench my house. I ran over to our neighbors' pool to find it half-empty, now occupied by a small octopus. I looked into its small black eyes as they turned green and slit slightly.

"Does Mr. Watson own a pet octopus? Or is that what I think it is?" Carter was suddenly behind me, transfixed by the red creature.

"Guys, run. Now!" Mac got an eyeful of the octopus and began dragging us with her. We speeded towards the house and found Kirby and Meta Knight standing on the porch.

"What's going on?" Confusion seeped into my words.

"Honestly Vivian, that thing was a demon beast," Mac hissed the words, "It was the monster in the first episode! Kirby has to stop it." I remembered that crucial part of information from the anime.

"Holy Batman!" I exclaimed, right into Carter's ear.

"Ow." he mumbled. He seemed to look out towards the pool. Shock crossed his face. He snared his arm around my waist and knocked me down. Mini sea creatures with angry faces flew above my head; heading towards Kirby. Meta Knight and Kirby both dodged them.

I now looked towards the pool to find a red octopus the size of a tree. My eyes widened.

"I told you so," Mac sing-songed.

"Have you seen Kirby's warpstar?" Meta Knight's voice sliced the air. I nodded and took it out of the back pocket of my jeans—that I was still wearing, eesh. The warpstar started shaking, so I decided it was probably wise to let go. It levitated and grew, shimmering like a gem.

Kirby's eyes flashed with instinct, the curiosity and innocence gone. He jumped on the warpstar. He hovered for a moment, buzzing around the demon beast like a hornet. He dodged several mini-monsters, and then started to inhale them. Kirby swallowed them, and a bright flash blinded me. When my sight returned Kirby donned a crown of flames, the inferno on his head dancing.

"Fire Kirby," Meta Knight's quiet, yet sharp words echoed through my mind.

Mac raised her hand.

"Yes, Mackenzie," Meat Knight learned her real name just this morning. He kept calling her Blondie.

"How does an octopus relate to fire?" She asked with fake innocence.

Meta Knight's eyes turned to the octopus. Mac turned to see it spout flames, nearly singeing Kirby.

"Oh,"

"Does that answer your question?"

Mac just nodded.

A few more minutes of watching Kirby kick butt was starting to get boring. He kept burning the monster and his spawns, hardly making progress.

"Hey Meta Knight, why don't you help Kirby? Surely you can give that monster a good arse-kicking." Mac asked him.

"Kirby needs training if he is going to defeat Nightmare. This is the perfect opportunity for his natural talent to show."

Mac muttered something with the words 'wimp' and 'lazy'. As she was walking towards me and Carter, the knight tripped her. We tried to hide our guffaws as Meta's eyes shifted to pink. Mac was pissed with a capital 'p'.

I noticed Carter kept stealing glances at me. I guess we know which one of us he's stalking. It just had to be me. Ugh.

"Hey Kirby's kicking butt!" Carter announced.

"He has been for, like, ten minutes," Mac said. She threw an apologetic glance at me, noticing my distaste.

We were interrupted by a loud explosion. I looked over to see no sign of the demon beast, all traces of it gone. Lord knows how the yard, and Kirby, came out unscathed. I was interrupted when my ring tone shouted: I can feel you all around me. Thickening the air I'm breathing…I flipped it open and was greeted by my mom.

"Honey! How are you? I'm so sorry for not calling earlier; we've just been so busy with finding the stadium, getting our room…"

"Yeah Mom, I'm fine," if fine counted as staying sane while one should be scared out of their wits, then yes I'm totally fine, "I forgive you, I'm sure it's hectic up there. Mac and I are great, Carter Wells wants to come over, is that okay?" I tried to soothe her—not to mention get permission for a stalker to be in my house. If I didn't have permission I would always feel like I was betraying my mother.

"Yes Vi, you have permission. Well I am glad you are having a good time, but I have to go now. We love you."

"Thanks Mom, tell Dad and Val I love 'em too." I flipped my Nokia phone shut.

"Your parents?" Meta Knight asked me. I nodded.

We got back inside. This time I wasn't exhausted, so I took a shower and threw on some pajamas (by pajamas I mean a t-shirt and cheerleader shorts). I dressed modestly; I don't want the stalker's animalistic thoughts kicking in. I shuddered when I thought about that.

Speaking of Carter, I made my way down stairs. Mac and Carter were talking, and then he noticed me. He stood up, nodded, and stalked out the door. My eyebrows scrunched and I looked at Mac. She just shook her head at me. The rest of the day was taken up by discussing matters of accommodations. We decided that when my parents came back, our visitors would reside in the old cabin in our woods.

The sun set and we decided it would be best to conserve energy. After all we never knew when another monster would show up. I went to bed on the couch.

My body felt like it was floating. I opened my eyes but could not feel the movement. My subconscious told me I was dreaming, but I didn't know how my mind could conjure the images I beheld. I was strapped to a lab table along with Mac and Carter. We each had hectic expressions etched on our features, Mac nearly hyperventilating. I looked up into the black hole-like ceiling; hands were suddenly reaching out for me.

I screamed.