16 June 2015
I nearly forgot about writing a chapter today oops.
Don't know if I kept Dedede's character in line. I tried. At least.
05. Cleaning
of panes that are nowhere near his.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Maj—"
"Shut up!" Dedede hollered back, subconsciously squeezing the fork in his grip. He swore he couldn't have a moment where a minion wasn't bothering him with something or other while he was plotting something evil, doing something evil, sleeping, taking a bath—what-ev-er, something was always the problem.
A waddle dee stumbled in clumsily into the throne room, panting heavily. Ah, A waddle dee. It had been a waddle doo the last time. Or was it a bronto burt? Or that elephant—Pan Pan? Fan Dan?
"I'm—uh, I—um, I apologise for interrupting your—ah—afternoon snack, Your Majesty," the waddle dee said, throwing a quick glance at the steak before the king, "but we've just received news Kirby is in the castle."
"WHAT?" Dedede didn't really intend to flip over his table, but his abrupt stand all but shoved said table over and came crashing down onto the floor. Oh. The steak. Ah, well, he'd get another one later. "Why?! I haven't executed my plan yet! Grr... where is he?!"
Jumping, the waddle dee seemed almost taken off guard, and he fidgeted nervously. "Ah... uh, about that... well, he... um... he's not really... much of a threat right now, you see, so... um..."
Stupid minions. It always took them so long to reply, didn't it? Useless! The only reason they were even working in his castle because of his mercy, and they still failed to live up to his expectations. He'd have a talk with them after he defeated Kirby, probably. If they weren't told off properly, they'd never start working up to the point where they were of the first-grade standard.
"Where is he?"
"Oh! Um..." The waddle dee dropped his arms. "Um, he's cleaning... the... castle windows..."
When Dedede descended two floors and peered outside of the first window to his right, Kirby was bloated up, floating, wiping the window with what seemed to be a wet cloth and waving to the penguin with his other hand.