23 June 2015
This was originally going to be longer, but I split the long chapter into two because it would've been terribly long otherwise.
So the continuation of this chapter will be tomorrow, probably.
11. Invitation
of the enthusiastic puffball.
Even after Kirby destroyed Meta Knight at fighting and forced said knight to flee, he still felt very annoyed.
"Bandana Dee!" Kirby all but yelled into his phone, shocking the waddle dee on the other end.
"U-Um, yes, Kirby? You're at home, right? O-Or are you going to attack the castle?" Bandana Dee choked out quietly, trying not to gain attention from the other minions in the food court. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, or bother, and Bandana Dee skedaddled to a quieter and secluded corner.
"Do you have a day off tomorrow?"
Was he that bored again? Bandana Dee frowned, shaking his head even though Kirby couldn't see it. It was a habit. "Um... no. The day after, though. I have the later half-day off."
Kirby whistled over the phone. "Well, great! Then, mm... Do you think you can run all the way to White Wafers in an hour?"
"What?" Bandana Dee was convinced Kirby has lost his mind. "You're insane. No. I can't run all the way there. Not in an hour. Definitely not."
"Aww... I didn't really want to bother 'em, but since things are like this..." Clicking his tongue, Kirby hummed briefly. "Okay! My friends will come over tomorrow in front of the castle to fetch you to White Wafers, then. Don't worry, they're fast. They need... a half hour, probably?"
The waddle dee sighed, attempting to ignore the strange looks the passers-by were giving him. Like, screw. Away. What was the big deal in calling someone? Bandana Dee usually didn't think that rudely towards others, but in the castle, according to status, they were technically inferior to him. (Though, he sounded a little conceited, didn't he?)
"Who are they? Have I even heard of them?"
"Psh, of course! If you didn't remember them, I think they'd be a little hurt. But then again, Band-Aid, you have a pretty terrible memory, huh? It took you about eight months to memorise the route to my house which you go to about every week—"
"How do you remember that?"
"I, uh. Dunno. Maybe because I'm not you?"
At that moment, a waddle dee—Bandana Dee's friend, who is currently unimportant to the story and therefore his name will not be mentioned—jabbed Bandana Dee's side. "Uh, Bandana," he whispered, "I don't know if you're talking to your mum or what—"
Ha. Kirby. Bandana Dee's mum.
"—but, uh, your spaghetti was left alone for a long time, like, a really really long time, and it kind of was shoved over by a bronto burt, and the janitor got pissed, and then the bronto burt started defending himself and then there was a really short catfight before a bonkers jumped in to knock the bronto burt out so the fight would stop but then the bronto burt's friend's friend accused him of being a violent gorilla and then there was another catfight and there was a food war between all the bonkers and all the bronto burts before that scary flaming lion came in and—"
Oh. Right. This was the castle. The castle was rife with idiots.
(Coming from a minion from the castle.)
"Well, bye, Mum," Bandana Dee said sarcastically, as an inside joke with himself.
"What? 'Mum'? Listen up, young man—"