Oh NOVA! Is Kirby dead? We'll just have to wait and see...
Chapter Seven: Forgive Me?
Kirby had his eyes shut tight. Was this the end? Was he dead? Was this what death felt like? It felt like he was flying, but at the same time, being held close to something soft. A cloud? An angel? He clung close to it, as if this was the only part of life he had left, and if he let go then it would be the end.
The wind whipped around his body, cold and deadly, but this soft object was warm and comforting. He felt safe in it's arms.
A voice whispered in his ear.
"Hey now. That was a close one, little buddy. You're safe now, though."
Kirby didn't open his eyes. He just kept listening, thinking that this voice would be the only thing that could save him, and if he didn't listen, then he would be doomed.
The voice continued.
"Now then... I know you haven't gotten on well with me, puffball, but I just saved your life back there. I could've easily left you to die, but I didn't. Even though you've killed me before, twice. I still want to be your friend, you know. Will you forgive me?"
Kirby was both happy and confused. By the way he understood it, he wasn't dead. Something had saved him. The only thing was... Who was it?
He looked up and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw were a pair of rose colored eyes staring back at him. Two white balls of cotton whipped about around him and the purple furred puffball, connected to a red and blue jester's hat. He was being held in two gold wings, between four claws.
"... Marxy-poyo?" he asked opening his eyes a little wider. He was surprised. Maybe he really was dead, just like Marx. Maybe he had finally joined his old friend in whatever sort of mixed up heaven, hell, or limbo that would hold both good guys and bad guys.
Then he looked down. Then he realized. He saw the Ice Dragon, and little spots running around that must've been his friends, trying to escape from the danger. And those two white flashes he saw... That must've been Marx teleporting!
"...Forgive me?"
Kirby looked back up at the Noddy. Marx was smiling gently. He seemed like he really was trying, and did want to be friends. Kirby nodded happily at him.
"... Forgive, poyo."
Marx smiled even wider.
"Well then, let's go beat up some Dragon, shall we?"
Down below, Fumu was still looking for Kirby, not wanting to believe that he was truly dead.
"Kirby! ... Kirby?"
Meta Knight's eyes suddenly turned blue as he saw something in the sky.
"Fumu, over there!"
The little girl looked up, and almost started crying with joy.
"It's Kirby! And... Is that Marx?"
The Noddy let go of the puffball, who dropped safely onto his warp star. Marx teleported down, landing right next to Fumu, scaring her a bit.
"Marx? What are you-?"
The purple puffball gave her a look and smiled. His eyes were shimmering gold.
"We're going to save you. You might want to get out of here; things could get dangerous."
Fumu, although wanting to stay and watch, nodded and ran off, grabbing her brother on the way.
As Kirby flew past on his warp star, trying to inhale something, Marx got an idea. His ball was still lying on the ground, and he rushed up to it, kicking it towards Kirby.
The pink puffball inhaled it and swallowed it, jumping into the air as he did so.
Turns out, he was doing a backflip. When he landed had a hat on his head that looked like a circus tent with eyes.
"Circus Kirby!" he announced. "Is this for real? You bet it is! Jump through a flaming hoop, and show off your finest Acrobatics! After the curtains close on your foes, they'll know the clown arts are no joke."
Meta Knight's eyes turned blue once again. Fumu, who was watching from behind the crumbled wall, was confused.
"What is that?!"
"It seems like Marx and Kirby have found a new copy ability," Meta answered, "Circus!"