Author Note: This is only preview that I will edit this chapter later to give a full first chapter of this story.
One strange figure swept down from the sky full of smoky grey clouds. With his black wings cover with holes beaten against the strong winds. Everyone ignored, feared, hated, or angered at this bastard named Dark Meta Knight. Nobody would bother come near the black knight would rather drink dog piss than meeting up this ruthless bastard knight. He was flying high in the sky over the shitty, desolate wasteland called Mirror World. This ruthless knight is the opposite of the noble Meta Knight from Dreamland. Dark Meta Knight doesn't care about the code of honor as he only do what he believe is right by living his own morals, not Meta Knight's, nor anyone else's. He is that kind of an asshole who will bite down onto anyone viewing anything that is consider bullshit. He rather not stand in the way to follow his own morals.
Feeling peckish in his rumbling stomach, Dark Meta Knight flew down towards a town filled with towering and rusted buildings with some of the copper pipe chimney exhaling out toxic, black fumes. Some of the pipes blew out hot steam which didn't made the air clean in this polluted world. With the town filled into the brim of hardships and survival, the residents focused on their busy lives to bother sticking their noses into anyone's business. Some parts of the town area were either bustling in the sea of crowd or barely vacant with only most of the residents hid amongst themselves in the buildings.
As soon Dark Meta Knight landed onto the cracked sidewalks, there wasn't much prescence of Mirror Worlders walking by. He preferred that way without having a shouting match nor physical fights against them. His stomach grumbled again as he began his search for food. Creaking pipes covered the walls like vines as some of the structures were wrecked either from the large holes on the walls or pipes broke in half leaking out mucky water. Dark Meta Knight wasn't surprised that the water was covered trash bits and sewage waste which is difficult to find any clean water as finding fresh food. The only ones who got that kind of privilege are the nobles and royal families as he grinded his teeth thinking about it.
Further down the streets with the oil streetlamps shined bright onto the cobblestone road due to the sunlight being smothered by the grey clouds. Odd trinkets and machine powered by steam onto the metal buildings as you can say the machines populated more than Mirror Worlders. The sound of wheezing and coughing from the passersby and the homeless squatters were either living inside the abandoned homes or by the street. Some of the passersby walked past Dark Meta Knight giving their glares as he returned them back with a low snarl. Not the time to argue as what he needed were dumpers or trash cans for any leftover food. He doesn't care if it is moldy bread or rotten fruits as long anything that can satisfied his hunger in order to survive, that's just the way it is.
An empty tin can roll out from the dark alleyway that caught Dark Meta Knight's attention with his head turned over to the continuous sounds of cans and metals clattering. He treaded forward into the alleyway that whoever is in there might found some leftover food. The sound came from a grime covered dumpster filled up with metal junk. He realized that whoever is searching inside the dumpster won't have any luck finding food as there was a sign on the front of the building that read Brass and Copper Workshop. Dark Meta Knight raised an eyebrow wondering if the scavenger is either rummaging for metal bits or being senseless to notice the dumpster is next to the metal workshop.
"You do fucking realize you are not going to fucking find anything unless you're being a fucking shitard cunt idiot?" he questioned.