5 July 2015

Should I just update on alternate days

Because after school has started I am not feeling the it.

18. Mental Torture

of a sad arch enemy that isn't really an arch enemy.

"Meta!" Kirby squealed.

Bandana Dee hadn't even noticed they had reached one of the deepest parts of the Halberds. Where, exactly? He didn't know. He hadn't noticed, you know, so don't expect him to know.

"What was the surprise invasion for?" the other puffball demanded. "I have taken no action against you or Dream Land, neither am I even planning any. And you took down three-quarters of my troops?"

"'Unforgivable!'" Kirby dramatically finished for the knight. "Well, you see, since we're gonna be best buddies in the future—"

"We will never be what you claim to be 'best buddies'."

"Yeah, right. You know, that's like a death flag for you. Kind of. It's gonna happen once you say that. It's story stereotypical logic." Kirby pulled his mouth into his big, signature grin. "Anyway, I wanted to ask some stuff!"

Maybe it was a good thing Kirby was usually straightforward with what he wanted. Or maybe it was bad. Things really depended on the entire situation, Bandana Dee supposed.

"Answers," Meta Knight snorted. "Of course. Answers. Well, before I knock you and that orange blob at the back off the ship, I suppose I'll indulge myself in your questions."

He did not just call me an orange blob.

"You must've had childhood friendship problems if you talked like that," Kirby deduced, saying things like he was trying to get Meta Knight annoyed. If he was, good for him, because Meta Knight looked like he was going to butcher the pink puffball and go to the nearest food court and hang his carcass up with a sign, "FREE KIRBY MEAT".

"Questions," Meta Knight ground out, repeating words, annoyed.

"You want me to ask questions? You must really want friends, then!" Kirby happily exclaimed, seemingly innocently, although Bandana Dee the Bystander knew it was anything but. "Okay! Um... why do you wanna take over Dream Land so badly?"

The knight laughed. Or something that sounded like a laugh. Bandana Dee could never tell with Meta Knight. "Mysterious" was too much of a fancy word, more like... more like... weirdo.

"That is a simple answer—"

"So someone close to you really did die!"

Meta Knight was unfortunately not as accustomed to Kirby's nonsense as much as Bandana Dee was, and beneath his mask, frowned in utter bewilderment.

"Lowly servants die, but they are never close—"

"And the evil organisation who killed them does have a revive!"

"No one was killed, and I am facing no 'evil organisation'—"

"And you are trying to get the revive!"

The knight did not even manage to come up with a suitable snappish reply to that, and instead stared at Kirby for the longest time, with Kirby bouncing on his feet like he hadn't just spouted out the worst theory ever.

Bandana Dee cleared his throat. "Sorry you had to hear that."

Scoffing, Kirby spun on his heel to face the waddle dee and mocked the action of zipping his mouth. "Shush! Have you heard those terrible theories of Meta Knight being a demon beast?! A faulty demon beast?! Get off the anime! The show had so many flaws, plus, who ever said watermelons are my favourite food?! They're not! Tomatoes are! And then there are those who mix the game and the anime together, but no, you can't do that, I mean, I don't go around looking like an idiot saying 'poyo'! I can talk! And Meta Knight's role in the games and the anime are so different—"

"You've managed to completely obliterate the poor wall," Bandana Dee interrupts, casting a glance towards Meta Knight, who seemed in no condition to absorb Kirby's words, much less talk. Of course. No one got used to Kirby's infamous Speech of Nonsense of Pseudo-Wikipedia Babbles in the blink of an eye.

Kirby laughed through his nose, but it seemed more spiteful than anything. (Though, knowing Kirby, it was probably all just an act.) Meta Knight remained motionless, paralysed in his position, ever since Kirby started even talking.

"And the anime isn't that bad."

"You know you don't even exist there? You're replaced by a waddle doo."

"Crap, that's a trash anime. Why do people watch it? It's redundant to anything's existence and I don't know how the show would make anyone any profit at all."

"I," Meta Knight, who had apparently recovered by some bit, began, "did not have anyone close to me die. And I am not looking for any revive of any sort. It is simply that I have many rivals who are out for my throat—"

"Pft, throat!" Kirby crowed.

"—and must therefore defend myself. I also possess the aim of ridding my rivals of the world—"

Halfway through, Kirby tossed a glance towards Bandana Dee. The waddle dee was sitting on the floor, redoing his bandana rather innocently. (Well, of course, the poor thing wasn't really involved in the two's bickering.)

"Actually, Bandana Dee," Kirby said loudly in front of Meta Knight, "this guy's backstory is actually pretty plain for a villain's so I think we can leave now."

"Great. My shift starts in an hour—wait, Meta Knight hasn't finished his backstory yet."

The pink puffball tapped his chin, looking at Meta Knight thoughtfully, before shaking his head. "Nah, my games aren't the plot type."