In the whimsical and chaotic universe where video game characters can cross paths without warning, Ralsei from *Deltarune* and Marx from *Kirby Super Star* (and its remake, *Super Star Ultra*) found themselves in a peculiar predicament. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, their worlds inexplicably collided.

"Ah, what a beautiful evening," marveled Ralsei, adjusting his scarf. "The perfect time to practice some new healing spells!"

Before Ralsei could begin, a sudden, vibrant warp star crashed near him, revealing the mischievous Marx. Marx dusted himself off, a wide grin spreading across his face as he took in his new surroundings.

"Wow, would you look at that! I've just hopped from one star to another! And who might you be, Mr. Fluffy Horns?" Marx quipped, bouncing over to Ralsei with a playful glint in his eyes.

Ralsei, taken aback but always polite, replied, "Oh, I'm Ralsei! I'm a prince, but more importantly, I aim to be kind and helpful. And you are?"

"The name's Marx! The ultimate jester who's played both sides in the past and, oh, just recently broke the fourth wall for the first time. How novel!" Marx exclaimed, throwing his arms wide before turning directly towards an unseen audience. "That's one! Keep count, folks!"

Ralsei, puzzled, looked around, trying to understand whom Marx was addressing. "Um, Marx? Who are you talking to?"

Marx chuckled, "Oh, Ralsei, my fluffy friend, you're in for a ride. I'm talking to them," he said, gesturing vaguely around them. "The unseen voyeurs of our little encounter! That's two, by the way."

Ralsei, ever the pacifist, decided to roll with the peculiar situation. "Okay, Marx. What brings you here? Is there something you need help with?"

Marx's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Help? Oh, no, no, no. I'm here to ensure a little chaos. Life's a stage, and I'm its star! Speaking of which—Hello, lovely audience! Did you miss me?" Marx winked outrageously at the thin air. "Three!"

As the evening grew darker and stars began to adorn the sky, Marx's antics became increasingly unpredictable, summoning items out of nowhere, referencing conversations that hadn't happened, and causing general mayhem—all while breaking the fourth wall with such frequency that Ralsei found it both bewildering and endearing.

"Ralsei, dear, how does it feel to be part of a narrative much larger than ourselves? We're but characters in a grand story, playing our parts for their amusement!" Marx gestured emphatically, counting yet another fourth wall break. "And that's, what, thirty-four? I've lost track."

Ralsei, adjusting his scarf nervously, tried to understand Marx's perspective. "It's... an interesting way to look at things, Marx. I've always believed in the power of kindness and friendship. But, I suppose knowing there's an audience out there might make our adventures feel even more meaningful."

Marx, hopping onto Ralsei's back for a piggyback ride uninvited, declared, "Oh, Ralsei, your innocence is so refreshing! Let's give them a show they'll never forget!" He turned his head skyward and shouted, "Are you not entertained? That's thirty-five!"

Throughout the night, Marx's count grew, each instance more outrageous than the last. He performed astonishing feats, criticized the designer of Ralsei's scarf for not making it edgier, and even paused their interaction to ask the audience if they should get ice cream or not.

Finally, as the dawn crept over the horizon, casting a golden light over the landscape, Marx, sitting beside Ralsei and looking surprisingly contemplative, said, "You know, Ralsei, despite all the chaos and wall-breaking, I've genuinely enjoyed our time together."

Ralsei smiled warmly. "I have too, Marx. Even if some of it was... confusing."

Marx chuckled, "Ah, confusion is the spice of life! And for one final time, dear audience, remember, wherever there's fun, there's Marx!" He looked squarely at Ralsei and then out into the vastness. "And that's thirty-nine. Perfect."

As Marx bid farewell, creating a warp star out of thin air and disappearing with one last mischievous wink, Ralsei couldn't help but feel a little sad yet grateful for the experience. He turned towards the same unseen audience Marx had addressed so often, saying, "Take care of yourselves and remember to be kind!"

And with that, the worlds of *Deltarune* and *Kirby Super Star* gently drifted apart once again, leaving behind a tale of unlikely friendship, chaos, and a record-breaking amount of fourth wall breaks.