1 May 2016

Disclaimer: I wrote this with no particular aim in mind so it feels pointless n stuff. I think I forgot how to write but it's okaY. Continuation of this in the next chapter if I remember.

This chapter is so vague and bad I don't think I even properly mentioned what they're doing. I'm just going to leave it up to your imagination.

If I don't finish these 50 chapters before this story's one year anniversary I will change my display picture to a tomato and leave it for 50 days.

38. Spying

of unfriendly knights by hooting owls.

"—I don't remember agreeing to this."

Tap, tap, tap.

"Actually, I don't even know why I am allowing myself to be forced to associate myself with you."

Bandana Dee looked up from his gaze that had previously been stuck on the ground, because crawling ants and flying dirt was the most interesting thing alive. He had some sagely, sagely advice that had been carefully repeated through the years of his life, since childhood:

"Do not bother arguing with Kirby."

Instantly, the masked figure beside him hurled him a livid glare. Bandana Dee squeaked, shrinking back, betting on his life that those carnivorous plants could be considered cute next to the knight.

Pressured, he desperately grabbed to change the subject. "That's a very nice bag you're holding—uh—it suits you. I guess." Yes! He wasn't completely hopeless—he was vaguely aware of Meta Knight carrying something in his hands, probably something Kirby foisted onto him—

"Excuse me?"

"Excused?" After all, excuse me was commonly used in the castle when someone sneezed or... farted. You know. Saying "excused" back was courtesy in the castle. ...Wait a moment—

Bandana Dee looked down at the bag.

It was pink and lined with red ribbons.

Uh.

Meta Knight made a sound akin to... a... carnivorous plant? A carnivorous plant about to eat you? Did carnivorous plants even make any sounds..? He put his glove on the grip of his sword—oh, right, Bandana Dee ought to start running—

"If you think I am going to tolerate your—"

Instantly, the figure in front of them whirled around. "Meta!" Kirby shrilled, with the voice of a naggy, scolding mother. "You're being mean to Band-Aid! How could you do that?! He's your fellow picnic-fearing friend!"

Meta Knight: "What."

Bandana Dee, confused: "'Fellow'?"

"The both of you are terrified of picnics, and I'm here to solve that." Meta Knight opened his mouth to object. "Don't, Meta. Everyone knows you're scared of socialising, and picnics include socialising. So it's the same thing. Everyone has their fears, but these fears of important life skills must be overcome one day!"

Bandana Dee was about to question that, when Meta Knight, clearly bothered, retorted, "I am not afraid of socialising."

"No, you are. I have owl spies all over the place, and the pink one went to me all, 'Hoot hoot!' And that means 'Meta Knight is a social loser'. Hence, you are afraid of socialising."

"That is the most broken conclusion I have ever heard—"

"How is picnicking a life skill?" Bandana Dee instantly inquired, very politely interrupting Meta Knight. It earned him a glare, but that was about it.

Kirby stroked his chin as if he were a sage—those with the long, white beards that were probably combed and gelled into shape. "Happiness."

"Um—"

"Happiness."

"Joy," Meta Knight said dryly.

Eyes sparkling, Kirby whipped to face Meta Knight. "I'm glad you're finally learning, Meta!"