25 June 2015
Well, double update, so here is chapter thirteenteentenntn
That means it's been two weeks this since started, right?
13. Theory
of the knight.
"I have a theory," Kirby announced as he scribbled nonchalantly on his notebook, "about Meta Knight."
"I don't care about your theories," Bandana Dee bit back, seemingly still annoyed at the mountaintop picnic a few days ago. "Everything you say is mostly just plain garbage and if you gave me every sentence you've said in your life, I'd find some fault in it."
"Because you cavil at everything I say!" Kirby whined. "But, no, it's plausible! Because, because, Meta Knight's a mysterious figure, so even if we throw something like, 'his childhood was full of rainbows but it turns out they were moonbows and he was devastated and betrayed and decided to seek revenge', all the readers can do is accept it."
Bandana Dee flicked a stray leaf off of his foot. There was only one tree next to Kirby's house, and of course it decided to shed leaves on Bandana Dee.
"I said not to break it."
Pretending not to hear Bandana Dee, Kirby continued, "Anyway, so here's the thing: Meta Knight had this person in his childhood whom he was really close to—his sibling, his parents, his grandaunt, whatever—and then one day they died, 'cause whatever. ...Wait, no, not 'cause whatever! Someone from some evil organisation killed the close person, and Meta's super upset and depressed stuff, then he found out the evil organisation has a revival thing—"
"No, this theory is terrible. My ears are bleeding."
"—and now he's on a quest to get it to revive the what-have-you!" Kirby huffed at Bandana Dee's less-than-pleasing remark. "Hey, you know, it's better than him being a demon beast and then defecting."
"Oh my god, fourth wall—poor you. Your top-grade murderer seems to be enthusiastic about it today."
"Oh, please, 'top-grade murderer'?" Kirby scoffed, continuing his scribbling, which had degraded from intelligent quotes to the phrases, "dum-dumb band aids".
Bandana Dee silently observed Kirby for a while, mulling over some thoughts. Kirby didn't seem too impacted; Bandana Dee liked to suddenly shut up for an hour then suddenly talk about the fungi pizza he had the other day. Yeah, it was stupid. They were all stupid.
"Do you actually think that?"
Oh, no fungi pizza? Or cooked penguins? "Hm? What?" Kirby prompted, glancing at curiously, yet never leaving his notebook.
"Like, um. The Meta Knight theory."
"Of course!"
"No, as in, seriously. As in the proper Kirby who does life-risking things." Bandana Dee hoped Kirby wasn't that much of a dullard, or the universe may not be able to depend on him much further.
Kirby slumped down against the outer wall of his house, and his insult-writing ceased, replaced with an unusually quick sketch of Pop Star.
"Of course not," the pink puffball snorted, and Bandana Dee immediately got the feeling that he was talking to a stranger. "I mean, if anyone actually thought that, then I guess they really need to get a hold of their life and quit being so fluffy-headed."
"Er. Em. Okay." That was the only plausible answer Bandana Dee's brain could muster right then.
Kirby brightened suddenly and jumped to his feet. "And, actually, I bought a barbecue set, and I don't know how to use it and I threw away the instructions guide, but let's still use it!"
Bandana Dee hoped his close unnamed waddle dee friend would find his will on his nightstand later.