this is for an event that happened on my Kirby blog, where Mags wound up taking a blow for Kirby, which knocked him into a coma for fifteen days
Kirby doesn't deal with it well
the ball-Meta is just a ball with, i think, a cutout of Meta's mask on it
though this universe's Meta was not why it was made
"-SO LEAVE ME ALONE!"
How did it end up like that? Screaming at Meta Knight at the top of his lungs, saying something he had never told anyone before?
Meta just seemed to thrive off of pressing one's buttons until they couldn't take it anymore.
Maybe the hero would have been more patient if he wasn't already stressed out, worried about his actual friend. Maybe the absolute anger had been born from the absolute lack of sleep he had, and the screaming was from having all of his past mistakes thrown back at him, even though he quite clearly remembered all of the horrible things the knight had done beforehand…
But there all of his anger went-coming out in a long rant-vent, ending with that one sentence. Surely, sir Meta Knight wouldn't let that fly…? Even if the pink puff didn't want to fight…
"…hmph…As you wish", MK responded coldly, turning and, surprisingly, walking away.
Kirby watched him leave, still fuming so much that he didn't care that the situation had ended so…easily…
Storming back to his house, he took the ball-Meta his other friend, Proto, had made for him for Christmas, out of its hiding spot, and grabbed the nearest sharp object he could find.
Mercilessly, he cut into the thing, puncturing and just outright shredding it a few times. In all honesty, though it was meant to be harmed, some part of him doubted it was meant to be in such a violent fashion. If the onslaught kept up, nothing would be left…
But the rest of him didn't really care.
After he was done, he threw himself into his bed, still as angry and hurt as ever…
Despite getting his violent urges out, Kirby didn't feel any better. Despite finally telling Meta Knight off, he didn't feel any sort of satisfaction.
Instead, he curled up, gripping his pillow close to him, and began just flat-out crying. How long ago was it that he had done such a thing…?
…Right, back when Magolor came to apologize to him, earlier last year…
However, there was no one to comfort him this time. No one to make him feel any better about this…not even ask what was wrong. In an odd way, he preferred it. As stupid as it might sound, he hated telling people about his problems.
He was the one that was supposed to help people! Not the other way around!…Not that he truly minded it…It just made him feel…
…useless.
"…"
Kirby rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. That was it wasn't it? Hearing all of the mistakes from his past, after he had worked so hard to forget them and function properly, made him feel useless.
He wasn't supposed to feel like this.
The puffball was the hero! If anything, he was supposed to feel fulfilled and happy, wasn't he? Not depressed over losing friends that may have never really been his friends in the first place. Not paranoid of being completely abandoned when the people around him no longer needed him.
Not exhausted from…lack of…sleep…