25 September 2015

There is no school because of haze so we will SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY

I haven't written since the last chapter which was what twelve days ago haha yeah so my writing may be a bit gross here and there

29. Pillars

of peace, and that is not called pillars of peace just because it is an alliteration.

Bandana Dee yawned, crinkling the piece of paper he held up. On said crinkled paper was a picture of a hallway obnoxiously coated in bright pink paint, and ridiculously narrow. And obscure. And out-of-the-way. And hidey. He'd never seen that hallway before in his life.

Underneath the picture, written in a presumably permanent blue ink: "LATEST KIRBY ATTACK"

"Why did you send me a picture of this hallway... and... um... what?" The bandana-toting waddle dee threw a bewildered look at the waddle doo.

The waddle doo, wearing a police cap he'd stolen from God-knows-where, blinked up at Bandana Dee. Everyone mostly just called the waddle doo Official Doo. He handled very official matters. Very official. Much official. Official-ity.

Official Doo squinted at the picture Bandana Dee had flipped round to let him have a look at. "Oh, that."

"Yes, this."

"I don't know. Someone reported Kirby eating something along that hallway, and I guess he's dangerous." Official Doo certainly was giving off a very official vibe. Very. "They took a picture of the hallway—"

"With a low-quality camera."

"—and sent it into the office." Official Doo blinked at the photo. "...That's for you to decide."

Bandana Dee groaned, before flipping the picture around so he could have a look at it again. The picture was blurred, slightly, but he could definitely make out the obnoxious bright pink paint and ridiculously narrow feature of the hallway. He was sure of it.

"So where do I find this place?" Bandana Dee questioned, scrutinising the printed photograph carefully.

Official Doo tapped the table with an inkless pen. "It should be obvious."

Even Google Translate could accurately define that: I don't know.

And so ended the prologue of Bandana Dee's journey.

(The entire journey is only a prologue and a half.)

Truth be told, Bandana Dee thought he'd be wandering around in the castle for some good hours. He'd never seen that place before and it didn't help it was blurry. And it didn't help Bandana Dee didn't have the greatest sense of direction. Although that had nothing to do with the present times.

He was painfully wrong. He ended up walking around for ten minutes before he decided he wanted to redo his bandana on, leaned against the wall, and the wall immediately rotated with him and he shrieked when he ended up on the other side of the wall.

Which was, by the way, obnoxiously coated in bright pink blinding paint and was ridiculously narrow.

And happened to coincidentally contain a pink puffball.

Bandana Dee nearly had a heart attack.

"Kirby Kirby Kirby Kirby Kirby why are you here um um um um oh god is anyone else here no one else is here right? What are you doing here is that a tomato why are you picnicking here—"

Very casual Band-Aid greeting.

"Oh, hi!" Kirby waved like Bandana Dee wasn't spluttering and about to suffer from a heart attack or a panic attack or a whatever attack. "I was gonna have a picnic, but the weather's ridiculously horrid, and having a picnic in your own home is as horrid. 'Horrid' is such a nice word. Like, horrid. Horrid, horrid, horrid. Horrid—"

"Okay, okay!" Bandana Dee frantically waved his arms. "But why in the castle?!"

"Because the weather's horrid, and I needed a picnic, and the castle is nice and sheltered and there's this secret hidey hole! And also because I can visit my friend."

For a fleeting moment, Bandana Dee thought "friend" referred to him, but then remembered Kirby was very direct and probably referring to someone else. Great. Way to get feels very crushed.

Wait. Um. "Your friend? In the castle? You have friends from the castle apart from me?" That was pretty dangerous. Maybe.

"Yeah, my friend over here." From his sitting position, Kirby scooted around a little so that his side was facing Bandana Dee. Making a big show with his hands, Kirby gestured to the pillar. "Pillis, meet Band-Aid! Band-Aid, meet Pillis. Pillar."

"'Band-Aid' isn't my name—it's a pillar."

"Exquisitive!"

"I... no. Do you even know what that means?"

Kirby's smile did not double as a reply to Bandana Dee's question.

"I met Pillis last month!" Kirby continued cheerfully, suspiciously ignoring Bandana Dee's earlier question. "I finished defeating the fire lion by throwing it against the wall and suddenly the wall moved. And that is how I met Pillis."

"...I—"

"He's such a good friend! He can't move, but whenever I'm near him, I don't get attacked!"

Yes, because it was a hidey hole. A very inconvenient hidey hole. A hidey hole coated in obnoxious bright blinding pink paint and was difficult to look at.

Of course it was the pillar protecting him.

"So he's... like... the Pillar of Peace." Kirby bounced to his feet, grinning excitedly. Like a drug addict in a drug store. Bandana Dee didn't know. He wasn't good at similes, or whatever. "It's an alliteration. I didn't even need to take Language Arts when I was young!"

"Well, neither did I—"

"Pillis makes a better friend than cheesecakes."

"You... okay."

It only later occurred to Bandana Dee Kirby probably had it real tough on him when he was younger if he was saying stuff like that. Well, it wasn't like the waddle dee would bring it up, anyway; he was too awkward for that.