"Hmph. we meet again." Sometime later, after what seemed like FOREVER of walking with Ignus, they run into Galacta knight. "hHe should be in that crystal, Meta, why'd you release him!" Marx wailed. "Excuse me, but i'm fine out of that stupid crystal anyway." the pink knight hissed. "What crystal? And woah, its Galactoce Knight!" Ignus said, cracking a bad pun. Ignus DID have a lactose intolerance, which is what made her hair so fiery and an unnatural red. "Square? You mean sphere...cause im a puffball...bad pun, I guess." Ignus said, and then sighed. "But still." Galacta huffed.

"...I wonder what to do, everyone. Wanna take votes?" "Fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight." Marx whispered to Meta knight, who smacked him away. Sneering a bit at that, Ignus then said "So...what to do?" "We can vote, i guess-"Someone else said. But a mysterious female voice interrupted. "But i've already got the vote in place! You are going to meet me!" Drawcia floated in. "Who are you, exactly?" Marx asks. "I'm glad you asked. I've already said i would introduce myself, idiot." Drawcia glared at Marx. "IT'S A BALL OF PAINT!" Yelled Ignus. "Uh, no. my name is Drawcia. I'm a sorceress, thanks a lot." She says. "Now, now, settle down. We can fight eachother. It's fine. Don't you hate one person so much? Go ahead, attack! It would be fine!" She gives a happy expression. "I called it! I knew there would be a fight!" Marx smirks. "Uh, exactly who do i kill, though?"

Another mystery female voice, that sounded young and withered, called out "Hey, whats all this noiiiise...?" "It's just us, idiot. I bet all that there is gonna be is some bug." Marx scowled. "...Im not a bug...im an arachnid!" And out came a black, fluffy spider, with fur covering her left eyes. "But you're still a bug." Galacta said. Galacta's lance poked her a few times, from the tip, then held her down with it. "Who are, and why are you here?" "You guys woke me up, thats why! Anyways, im Wynfreda. Wynfreda Delirious Harloom." She said. A proper introduction, if I must. "I guess it's nice to meet you. "Marx rolled his eyes. Kirby said "It's nice to meet, you, poyo! I'm Kirby!" "Oh, who would've guessed?" Marx snarled. "Heard that name way too many times." "Whos? Me, or Wynfreda?" Ignus wanted to make clear.

"What do you mean by that? You don't make sense. It's nice to meet Wyn, and i've just heard the pink puff's name way too many times! Does that clear everything out?" Marx huffed.