Of course. It just had to be. His worst nightmare- No, his second worst nightmare had been realized by some other than himself. And they were about to use the worst thing that could possibly happen to him to their advantage.
See, it all started when Meta Knight was walking down a path near Whispy's Forest, just wanting to take a break from the stress of leading an army and a battleship while at the same time guarding a huge castle with only two other people.
Suddenly, his foot landed on the ground and a strand of tough yarn lassoed his foot, colored to look exactly like the path. No, as Meta Knight was lifted into the branches of the tree, he saw that it was not just colored. The yarn had been painted.
He was not quite sure why that spoke to him as his cape dangled down over his mask, blinding him. There was no one within sight, and even if there was anyone he would not have called just to bring attention to himself.
The yarn glowed pink for a moment, the magic coursing through Meta Knight's well-rounded body, and everything on him with a buckle fell to the ground immediately, the buckles having been undone. Luckily, he was technically wearing what served as his pajamas; a mask without a buckle that was soft and plush. Meta Knight decided that if he was going to relax for a day, he did not want his face rubbing against cold metal.
Meta Knight sighed and tried reaching up to undo the rope around his ankle, but he could not quite reach around his own roundness to do so.
Cursing whatever childish prank this was, he concentrated on an area on his back and unsheathed the only pair of backup wings he had, but because he was not wearing his cape, which transformed into bat wings as well, the spiked thumbs of his wings were gone due to the absence of his aquamarine mantle.
Meta Knight groaned and tilted his head to look at his belongings strewn about the ground. Everything seemed to bulge under his cape. He could see Galaxia's hilt peeking out from under the navy blue cape, begging to be used.
He returned his attention to the rope. How did he get himself caught up in this?
Suddenly, a golden rod poked out of the leaves above Meta Knight. The rod levitated through the yarn loop connecting the knight to the tree and slowly pulled him off the branch.
Meta Knight, seeing as he was being moved, muttered fiercely and coldly up at the rod as the blood roared in his head, "Set me down immediately."
The rod stopped after hearing his voice and, coincidentally, just after it had managed to take the knight off the branch entirely. It slowly turned around, and Meta Knight was internally horrified to see that this was no ordinary rod; it was a knitting needle with a malicious, yellow-eyed face and a single spike on its top.
A knitting needle.
Meta Knight recognized this knitting needle.
Meta Knight did not like this knitting needle.
Not.
One.
Bit.
"Kirby killed you," Meta Knight hissed quietly.
The needle swiftly took Meta Knight through the branches of the tree above the trees and started dragging him off toward the other side of the forest.
"Goodbye," Meta Knight spread his wings and flapped them a few times until the yarn connecting his foot to the needle was freed and dangling below him and he started gliding back down to the path where he was walking earlier, but suddenly a super-tough, rainbow-colored rope wrapped around him, pinning his wings around him and to his sides.
Meta Knight was rendered flightless and dropped like a stone toward the ground, grunting in surprise, but another needle, two spikes and purple eyes, was holding the other end of the rope and was making a noise not unlike talking to the first needle.
All Meta Knight could do for a while was dangle there while the two needles bickered back and forth, but soon enough they took off again over the forest to Nova knew where, dragging Meta Knight behind them. He did not like getting into situations like this, where he could not do anything to improve his condition, as many people would agree.
The needles made quick work in swiftly flying over the entire forest in a hurry, wherever they were taking him. After about a trek and a half over never-ending forest, the needles swooped down into a clearing-like area, Meta Knight's hand brushing against one of the branches of the trees.
There was a huge boulder off to the side of the clearing, just in the shade of the trees. From what Meta Knight could see of the stone from being jostled about, it was not a type of rock that could be found on Popstar, at least not from what he had read or seen.
The needles brought him around the boulder and the one with purple eyes stopped abruptly on the other side, its counterpart bumping into it. The purple eyed needle took a moment to scold the yellow eyed, smacking it and speaking in their raspy language. Purple swung the rope connecting Meta Knight to it, and he started swinging back and forth.
"If you just wanted to toy around with me, you have had your fun. Untie me and we will see how much fun we have." Meta Knight taunted up at the needles, who ignored him and threw him directly at the boulder. Meta Knight was heading for it mask-first and shut his eyes, awaiting impact, but when it did not come he opened one eye and saw a sight he never thought he would see again.
"Caught'cha!"
Meta Knight landed in the grip of a foe who he hated very much, another of the same opinion floating just behind him. He had somehow been tossed through the stone and inside. The place was scarce of any decoration except a small rug and a painting on the wall, but Meta Knight could not focus because his captor was speaking.
"The Great Sir Meta Knight! It's been a while since we've seen you."
Meta Knight glared at both his captors so hard his gaze turned a shade of red so dark his eyes could just barely be made out with his visor creating a pitch-black shade behind it. "Indeed it has. Now then, how are you two still alive? Kirby defeated both of you years ago."
The knight's captor chuckled and placed him on the floor. "Are you sure he defeated all of Drawcia's paintings? They found her remnants and patched her up."
Drawcia floated forward and leered down at Meta Knight, speaking in her screeching voice, "And did your so-called Kirby of the Stars have the guts to destroy Yin-Yarn's knitting needles? Of course not! He just sent them to Patch Land where they found the sock and knitted Yin-Yarn right back up!"
Yin-Yarn grinned even wider than before as his knitting needles floated through the boulder- which was now recognized as a masterfully painted curtain- into his hands. "You've been his little helper the whole time. Without you delivering that infernal Metamortex, I would have snagged Dreamland for sure! Without you cutting Drawcia into pieces, she would have ruled too; at least until I came along four years later. Now we finally get our revenge; putting you into the same degrading position as us. Me first~"
Yin-Yarn lifted both his knitting needles above his head in an "X" shape, quietly murmuring a spell causing Meta Knight to glow bright white and levitate for a few moments before falling back to the floor in the form of Yarn Meta Knight, still tied up, although he was not possessed like the last time this had happened.
"I usually win these coin tosses," Drawcia muttered bitterly, then murmured her own spell and raised her own weapon. This time, Meta Knight only hovered a few inches off the ground, but with a light so bright that Yin-Yarn, even with his sunglasses, had to look away.
Meta Knight landed with a thud on the cave floor as both baddies glowered down at him.
Of course. It just had to be. His worst nightmare- No, his second worst nightmare had been realized by some other than himself. And they were about to use the worst thing that could possibly happen to him to their advantage.
Meta Knight could not let any more harm befall him. With nothing holding back his non-existent limbs, he rolled out of the denim cave through the curtains as fast as he could, catching Drawcia and Yin-Yarn by surprise. They forgot that the ropes would unravel from around him and slip off due to his slightly smaller size.
"We must get him back-" Drawcia was stopped from her advance by a thin, dark yellow strand of yarn in front of her.
"No, let him be. We've done all we had to."
"But still... Don't you want to do one more thing to him? Just for kicks?" Drawcia floated a bit over to Yin-Yarn.
"Hmm... Yes. Let's follow him."