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quotes-of-dreamland · 4 years

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do you have any headcanons as to what the favourite gifts of some of the different Kirby characters would be? like, who prefers food, who prefers flowers, that sort of thing? I hope that makes sense, I really like seeing what you all come up with on this blog and I hope you all have a good day!~

Mod Taranza: Yes!! Taranza loves flowers and potted plants, chocolates, and stuff for photography! Gooey likes Crayons, and Void likes anything!

Mod Galacta: Kirby,,, would like food a lot yes, but i also think they’d love gifts like clothes and little trinkets, little things that remind them of their friends! i'm thinking specifically about the sock at the end of epic yarn GHFDSEADSF

Bandana Moddle Dee: Bandee would want anything shiny or pretty looking. He has crow brain

Mod Skirby:

what have you done.

I know you probably meant specific stuff but... Sorry-

Kirby: Food's always great, but there's one thing he likes more although it isn’t a gift in the traditional sense. Memorable experiences. Like having a day at the spa with Susie or stargazing with Meta Knight is an absolute treat for him. Spending time with him is the best thing you could possibly gift. Dedede: Prefers food and goods that he couldn't normally get himself. He's a literal king so anything out of his reach interests him, but what really matters is if it's personalized to him. He loves nothing more than a gift made just for him, even if most people would scoff at it. Literally everything Kirby/Bandana's ever made for him is hanging in Dedede's castle. Meta knight: Hot take, he loves flowers. They smell nice and look really pretty, and he could look at a complicated floral arrangement for hours if he's bored. You can't go wrong with chocolate though. Bandana: Bandana isn't a big fan of gifts being given to him, so it usually has to be disguised as something else. Regardless he always likes diving into a new hobby or embracing an old one. Buying an unfamiliar instrument brings plenty of joy since he gets to experience trying to tune it, then play it, then retuning it and looking for lessons, until he's nearly mastered the thing and comes back to the gift-giver to show how good he's gotten. It's a gift that keeps on giving really. Taranza: Buying or even finding wild seeds that he doesn't know about can get him excited as he tries to guess what it is before it grows. Also any vintage-y collectables are great gifts, and those kind of old, silent movies are a treat for him (they're super rare). Susie: Susie's also pretty big on quality time with people. Memories made are super important to her... which is why a scrapbook could be a very out there but perfect gift. It isn't something she can just get herself and she'd never expect a book full of the memories she's had or shared with others. Marx: Honestly gag gifts are pretty great for him. Honestly they probably don't exist in the kirby universe but the idea of paying for one of those 'break rooms' (rooms with stuff easily destroyed like plates and chairs, that you're allowed to break at your leisure. Yes they're real yes I want to go to one) sounds hilarious and very valid. Magolor: Get him an impossible puzzle and watch him struggle. Jkjk- but those really really complicated puzzles that take hours to complete would be pretty great. Gooey: Give him a little whiteboard and colorful markers and dude will use them until the markers dry out. Also one of those uhh... doodle boards. You know the magnetic ones? Yeah. Or just an Etch A Sketch, but that might be hard to use with nubs.

Time to end on my faves; Prince Fluff: Literally anything someone's made themself. Doesn't matter the quality or what it is really. As long as love and care was put into it, he'll lovee it. Rare fabrics and skeins of wool are a good follow up, as well as pins, patches, and beads. (He'd probably die if someone made him a patch.) Shadow Kirby: Hard to go wrong really. I don't think he'd receive gifts often, so even the most mundane of things like a mug would be great. Potted plants (especially flowers) are an unexpected favorite, as long as they don't require much light and are easy to care for. They're beautiful and bring color to the darker Mirror world.

Don't even get me started on gifts that are to two people, or seasonal gifts... or just who would give what what because yes I have a lot of ideas. Just know that I actually cut stuff.

#mod taranza #mod galacta #bandanna moddle dee #mod skirby #ask

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escargoon-sandwich · 4 years

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marx attempts to ruin a chatfic - scrapped chapter

there is a reason why this isn’t going on ao3. simply put, i’m not satisfied with it.

11:50 pm

Zan Parthenon: @everyone

Zan Parthenon: HELP

Zan Parthenon: MARX JUST RAN BACK TO CAMP WITH A BUNCH OF THE SKULL GANG FOLLOWING HIM

Big D: I’m already on my way.

Zan Parthenon: please tell me you’re bringing kirby

Gryll: AAAAAA

Gryll pressed their back to Zan’s, sucking their breath in. “Man, this sucks! Big time!”

“Understatement of the year, my friend.” Zan stated flatly as she charged her drums. Gryll had managed to build up a small wall to hide behind, but the blocks they’d made crumbled easily - it wouldn’t hold off the Skull Gang forever.

Something glittering hovered above their heads, and Gryll glanced up to see Marx barely clearing the wall. “Yo Zan! Mind lighting me up?”

“Sure. Just stand in front of me.” Zan ordered as she jumped up to the top.

“Oh come on, that’s gonna suck…” Marx whined.

“Think of it as payback for when you sprayed me with febreeze earlier.”

“Okay but you asked for that-”

“BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DRINKING KOOL-AID!”

“WHY WOULD I DRINK KOOL-AID OUT OF A FEBREEZE BOTTLE-”

The inane argument was interrupted by a particularly large skully barreling through the wall, showering Gryll in brick fragments. Gryll cried out and swung their broom forward, borrowing some techniques they’d seen some Broom Hatters do. The skully tumbled away, just in time for Marx to body slam it. “Hey, Gryll!” he shouted, twirling on his toetip. “Go find Dedede and Kirby!”

“I - okay!” Gryll hopped on their broom and booked it out of there, weaving through the trees. Beneath them, they felt the broom sort of sputter - which was to be expected. The enchantment was beginning to wear thin - they probably should have refreshed it before coming to the islands.

As the sound of battle faded behind them, Gryll bit their lip. They really, really wanted to help, but they were more of a hedgewitch - someone who did spells meant for everyday life, not for the battlefield.

Whatever. Finding Kirby was helping too.

The broom fell suddenly, about five feet - it couldn’t last much longer. Gryll groaned, knowing they’d have to continue their search on foot. Quietly, they landed and leaned against a large tree, trying to listen to their surroundings…

Okay, there was the fight going on, and that kind of drowned things out. Oh, how Gryll longed to have nice big ears like Daroach, then maybe they would have better hearing! Above them, the branches rustled, and then something dropped on them - Oh, Lord.

They swung their broom wildly, batting at whatever had chomped down onto their face. They sucked in air, choking on the downright rancid breath, then filled their lungs again. “LET! GO!” they howled at the top of their lungs. “I’LL TASTE AWFUL, SO LET -”

Suddenly they were free, and they gasped for air. The thing was now howling in pain, and Gryll cautiously looked over to see something brown and furry mauling their attacker - a skull gang member. They’d been followed! “Shit…” they breathed. “I gotta find the others quick…”

“Wait!” The furry thing turned, and - oh lord, if that wasn’t the cutest thing Gryll had ever seen! Kirby was wearing some sort of animal costume - it was probably a copy ability! “Gryll, it’s me!”

“Yeah, I can see that now. Sorry, I thought you were like… some sort of raccoon…” they muttered. “Where’s Dedede?”

“Over here!” The king crashed through a bush and faceplanted in the dirt. He scrambled to his feet quickly, just in time for Escargoon to slam into his back, with Gooey close behind him. He stumbled forward, but caught himself before he could body-slam Kirby. “Okay. Okay, I’m good. Um.” He smiled sheepishly at Gryll. “Where’s the circus?”

“The circus? Oh, you mean Marx!” A crack of thunder roared through the forest, and Gryll pointed in that direction. “I’d say they’re over there.”

“Thanks.” Without missing a beat, Dedede charged forward. “Escargoon, you stay with Gryll!”

“But Sire -”

“No buts! I don’t want those freaks anywhere near you!” Dedede turned away and disappeared through the brush, and Kirby and Gooey soon vanished after him.

“No, wait!” Gryll cried, only to be drowned out by another crack of thunder. “... Damn. Okay.” They turned to Escargoon, who was tugging at his beard. “We can’t stay here. I don’t care what Dedede said, it’s not safe. There might be more of those guys around.”

“Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Escargoon growled, waving his arms in the air.

“I would have, but they ran off before I could - wait.” Gryll’s eyes narrowed as they heard more rustling in the branches above. “... Hey. Weird question. If you were surrounded by, say… five or six dudes who wanted you dead, how likely do you think you’d be able to survive?”

Escargoon was peering at the canopy now, quivering. “H-honestly? I’d give it like, a twenty percent chance?”

“Okay then. Let’s run.”

----

12:39 AM

Kirby: you know i’m glad those guys don’t get stronger at midnight

Big D: @Marx did you find Gryll and Escargoon yet? Or DMK?

Marx: i found the first two and got a broom shaped bruise on my face

Kirby: ouch, did gryll get you? they hit pretty hard sometimes…

Marx: no it was escargoon lol

Marx: gryll got one of those tears to the face, so i think goonie grabbed the broom to defend himself

Big D: Shit, are they hurt?

Marx: nah, they’re in pretty good shape

Marx: gryll is now under a bunch of leaves, we made them a little blanket so they could stay worm

Marx: … i meant to say warm but you know

Marx: i guess that fits too? since they’re under some leaves

Marx: anyway dedede come get yo mans

Big D: I have absolutely no idea what that means, Marx.

Marx: oh, you know

Marx: ;dauhnjffff

Kirby: MARX????

Marx: You know that massive downed tree? We’re near that.

Kirby: yeah i do know it, but what happened?

Marx: A stupid clown nearly played a nasty prank.

Zan Parthenon: Who is this?

Marx: This is Escargoon. I grabbed Marx’s phone before he could do something dumb.

Zan Parthenon: He was going to send the winky face, wasn’t he?

Gryll: nooo, that’s our inside jooooke

Kirby: oh hey, welcome back gryll!

Gryll: right i need to debrief everyone, maybe in the morning? i need access to my dream journal even though this wasn’t really a dream it’s a good idea to write it down

Zan Parthenon: I got it, and I’ll bring it over.

Gryll: thanks

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8:14 AM

Gryll: alright, i wrote down what i saw in the doc you guys have going for that sort of thing

Daddyroach: Alright, I’ll take a look.

Gryll: the good news is that i did find a good tree, finally, while i was writing everything down

Gryll: so i’ll be re-enchanting my broom and making a new one

Gryll: … actually, wait

Gryll: @Escargoon do you want to borrow one?

Big D: He’s still sleeping.

Gryll: oh, okay

Gryll: i’ll try later then

Big D: Any reason why you want to give him one?

Gryll: because last night, i lent him it

Gryll: well, he took it from me actually, and he was like, “if you want to get rid of a pest you sweep like THIS” and then did the windy thing

Big D: The windy thing?

Gryll: kirby knows the windy thing! the thing the broom hatters do

Big D: ooooh, i get it

Gryll: but he seemed to like it, he was cackling

Daddyroach: Okay so, uh.

Daddyroach: My dad got sacrificed to Necrodeus.

Gryll: the guy who was PROBABLY your dad

Daddyroach: Most likely my dad.

Daddyroach: Considering that you said my mom confessed to being pregnant at the time.

Gryll: well no necrodouche kind of forced the confession out of her because he grabbed her and…

Gryll: uhm.

Gryll: he tried ripping you and your siblings out of her

Gryll: i think he wanted to eat you

Daddyroach: … thank god dedede’s dad was there.

Gryll: yeah

Kirby: we still haven’t found any sign of DMK anywhere…

Taranza: Come back to the hotel, Kirby. Ribbon, Adeleine and I are gonna go look next.

Kirby: okay

Borb: Do you need me there?

Big D: You know, not to sound rude, but I’d rather you be at the castle right now.

Big D: If we have a group of people back at the castle, it’s… something.

Big D: In case something bad happens.

Borb: … I see.

B. Dee: I’ll do my best, your majesty!

Big D: Thank you.

Tiff: something happened

Big D: Tiff? Are you okay?

Tiff: no

Tiff: dmk came back here and took my mom

Tiff: she went out to the balcony and he grabbed her

Gryll: oh shit, oh SHIT

Daddyroach: This lines up too well.

Daddyroach: I’m going to try to find her.

Tiff: she’s where you guys are?

Daddyroach: Yeah, and she’s in immediate danger.

---

Normally, Daroach would be happy to have a target that broadcast its location. When that target was a woman who was five months pregnant, though, things got intense.

Lady Like was kicking up one hell of a fuss, though, and it made tracking her down easy. "Yo! Marx!"

The jester crashed out of the canopy, faceplanting into a puddle. He coughed out some mud and grinned at Daroach. "I meant to do that."

"Sure you did. Now listen." Daroach pointed in the direction of the screaming. "Go up ahead for me, okay? We'll try a pincer attack."

"Oh, good idea!" Marx took to the air, then visually screeched to a halt. "Did you tell Kirby and Adeline too?"

"Yeah." Daroach readied the Triple Star, listening for the sounds of struggle. "We're close. Just a little farther…"

"Right. See ya!" Marx flew off, and Daroach zoned in on where he heard the fighting. He soon found himself in a small clearing, where he caught Dark Meta Knight getting a square kick to the face, delivered by one Lady Like.

Daroach couldn't help it. He laughed and clapped as he made his presence known. "Good job, idiot, you're getting your ass handed to you by a pregnant woman."

"A woman with a black belt," Lady Like corrected, pouting.

Dark Meta whirled and drew his sword, brandishing it towards his poor victim. "Listen here, both of you!" he growled. "I don't have time for this horseshit, nor the patience." He was shaking slightly. "All I want is for one thing to go right for me!"

"Yeah, and I'd like some goddamn peace and quiet. But life isn't fair and we don't always get what we want." Daroach shrugged. "You'd think you'd have learned that by now."

"Bold words from a thief." Dark Meta hissed, prodding Lady Like's belly with the tip of his sword. "Now. I have a gift to deliver to my master, and I'm willing to rip it out of her if need be."

Daroach felt like his stomach was turning to ice, and he lowered the brim of his hat to hide his panic. "... Master, huh? You rebounded kinda fast, huh?"

Dark Meta's wings twitched, as Daroach heard rustling in the nearby undergrowth. "What do you mean, rebound?"

"I'm just saying… you hopped on the Necrodeus train pretty damn quick." Out of the corner of his eye, Daroach saw Kirby peek out of some tall grass. He wished he had a way to signal to him to wait. "You got a thing for toxic men, don't you?"

Oooh, the sword tip was wavering now, and it was quickly pointed in Daroach's direction. "I hope you realize what you are implying."

"'Course I do." Daroach flicked the brim of his hat up and grinned. "You, my friend, are a slut."

Dark Meta Knight roared and flung himself towards Daroach, who gasped as he felt the serrated blade sink into his gut. Lady Like stumbled away from the two, and Daroach saw a waiting Adeline reach for her hand and drag her out of the area. “You do not get to impose that judgement on me!”

Daroach smirked, then coughed up blood. “Well. At least I set out what I meant to do here,” he muttered as he pressed the Triple Star against Dark Meta’s mask, and blasted him away. “Go and run back to your new sugar daddy!”

There, he fell to the ground, where he wrapped his cloak around himself as his opponent scanned the treeline. One of Daroach’s ears twitched as he heard Marx yelling hysterically - he must have found the two escapees.

“Hmph. The child’s not worth getting in a fight with the jester over.” Dark Meta sheathed his sword and turned, leaving Daroach in the dirt. “My master will be back soon anyway.” With that, the sound of shattering glass filled the air as he teleported away, and Kirby darted out from the bushes.

“Are you okay?” Kirby squealed, while pressing a few leaves into Daroach’s wound. Daroach yelled in pain, and Kirby almost looked a little sick. “Ooh, guess not…”

---

12:12 pm

Daddyroach: Alright, so maybe calling him a slut wasn’t the best idea.

Kirby: !!!! you’re up!!!

Tiff: is my mom okay?

Kirby: yeah!!! she kicked him a lot!!!

Adeleine: I’m pretty sure I saw some dents in that mask, your mom’s a straight-up badass.

Adeleine: Are you okay though, dad?

Daddyroach: No.

Daddyroach: He got me bad, but Doc’s taking care of the stab wound.

Adeleine: i should have stayed?

Daddyroach: Absolutely not. You could have gotten stabbed.

Adeleine: … yeah, you’re right.

Gooey: tiiiiiiiiff

Gooey: yourmoooomisssniccccce

Marx: so uh daroach

Marx: why’d you call him a slut?

Tiff: what’s that word mean?

Marx: you’ll find out when you’re older.

Tiff: what if i want to know now, marx?

Marx: i’d have to say too bad because your mom would probably kill me

Tiff: oh it’s a swear word?

Marx: yeah lol

Escargoon: Speaking of your mom, Tiff…

Escargoon: Should I go talk to her?

Tiff: is there a reason why you think you shouldn’t?

Escargoon: We weren’t always on good terms.

Escargoon: Scratch that, we were never on good terms, up until I left.

Tiff: i think she knows you’re trying to change for the better

Tiff: i don’t think it’ll hurt to see her

Dedede: Can you like, keep her company while I’m out dealing with some shenanigans?

Dedede: There’s something going on to the north, and I’m going to go investigate.

Escargoon: I can do that.

----

Escargoon stared at the door handle way longer then he probably should have. One of the Waddle Dees that worked for the hotel was giving him a curious look. He knew the worst things Lady Like could do - he’d seen her beat the shit out of those guys who’d stalked her daughter. If she didn’t want to see him, well… he probably deserved whatever she dished out.

He finally decided to just knock. “Oh, who is it?” Lady Like’s voice rang out loud and clear, and Escargoon swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

“It’s, um. It’s me.” There was a brief pause, and he added. “Can I come in?”

“Yes. Yes you may.” Oh boy, that response was rather terse...

Escargoon took a deep breath and entered the room. Technically, it was the one in his name, but with the… thing with Dedede, that was up in the air. Lady Like was here, now, nestled in a pile of pillows, one hand resting on her belly while the other one picked at a piece of bread. She looked like she’d been woken up in the middle of the night - in fact, she probably had been. “So! I’d ask you how things have been, but. Yeah.”

Like gave him a look so sour it could curdle milk. " I have had one of the worst mornings of my life. Are you certain you are happier here?"

"Huh?" Escargoon blinked in confusion. "Of course I am! Why, instead of getting hit all the time, I get hit on -" Lady Like had instantly raised an eyebrow. "Oops."

Well, her mood seemed to have improved. "Escargoon," she said with a conspiratorial smirk, "I have the inkling that you have a thing with the king!"

Escargoon felt his cheeks heat up, and he turned away. "What gave you that idea?"

“Well…” Like tilted her head and winked. “I heard you were sleeping with him...”

“T-that was only last night!” he spluttered. “A-and it was platonic, okay. No shenanigans happened!”

“Yes, and I only married my husband platonically.”

“Look, he hasn’t even kissed me yet, okay?” Escargoon crossed his arms. “And I doubt it counts as a thing if he hasn’t even asked me out yet.”

“But there is a potential of a thing, yes?” Like smirked at him. “I’m sure your mother will be happy to know her little snail has a sweetie!”

“Oh, no, no, you are NOT telling her before I do!” He began to pace a bit. “Great, now I forgot what I even came here for in the first -”

Escargoon was interrupted by a wet “thump” on the balcony, and he jumped and whirled to face the sliding glass door, now plastered with Gooey’s face. He sighed in relief as he went to open it, but as Gooey rolled in, he realized that the little slimeball did not seem happy at all. “Hey little guy, what’s up?” Gooey wiggled around, a look of distress on his face. “Listen, Gooey, I know you’re upset, but you’re going to have to use your words, okay?”

Gooey paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and shouted one word. “FUCK!”

Lady Like gasped in horror. "Was this where Tiff learned that word?"

"Nah, that was probably Marx." After a look of confusion from Like, he continued. "Y'know, little jester guy, kicked Dedede in the junk?"

"Ah, him." She rose from the bed, smoothing her hand over her stomach. "Oh, my! Escargoon, look!"

"Huh?" A massive thundercloud was beginning to form on the horizon, but something was off. Mainly, it seemed like it was pouring out of the ocean. "That's not good..."

Gooey was beginning to buzz loudly. "Is he supposed to be doing that?" Lady Like asked, then cringed in disgust as Gooey spat out his phone. "Oh…"

Escargoon, however, noticed something else. Something that looked like a shockwave of sorts… and it was heading towards them, fast. He shoved Lady Like aside, away from the glass door, then grabbed Gooey and ducked into his shell.

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years

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*King Dedede sits down to check his email*

Dedede: Let’s see what we got here …

Dear King Dedede

I just wondering, if you had a chance to make the mansion different, what would you do?

Sincerley, Stevie Weegee

Dedede: *typing* Pour hot soup in Wario’s eyes, eh, Steven? That sounds like a pretty good- *stops typing* wait… what’d your email say again?

Dedede: *scrolls up to read the email again, muttering* Oh, oooh! Okay. *scrolls back down*

Dedede: Make the mansion different, eh, Steven? *breaking into song* Weeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhllllllll,—

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Dedede: (singing): Kirby, he would talk,

Kirby: Hello!

Dedede (singing): And Isabelle would rock,

Isabelle: *shreds on an electric guitar*

Dedede (singing): And Whispy would be a monstrous tree that’d try to eat everyone but K. Rool and me!

Bowser: and me?

Dedede: WE’LL SEE!

Bowser: *GASP!*

Dedede (singing): And Ridley would be buried underground in a box filled up with bees!

Ridley: I HATE BEES!

Dedede: I know!

Dedede (singing): Snake would wield a bazooka that shoots chocolate hundred-dollar bills…

Snake: Kill with kindness!

Dedede (singing): And my stupid former minion would have been born with horns and a taaaail!

Demonic-Looking Meta Knight: (sigh) I’m evil.

Dedede (singing): Ness and Lucas would have matching jackets,

Ness & Lucas: We’re cool!

Dedede (singing): And Wario just couldn’t hack it,

Wario, wearing only a barrel: I’M BROKE!

Dedede (singing): And the pokemon wouldn’t change at all except they’d be free of their pokebaaaalls!

All of the pokemon, flipping the finger: WE’RE OUT!

Dedede: … two … three … four …

*a spotlight shines on Mr. Game & Watch*

Dedede (singing): And this little weirdo… would be a modestly hot girl to help me through the hard times!

*as he speaks, Mr. G&W’s shape changes to that of a hot girl*

Dedede (singing): You know, the kind that are just hot enough so they don’t mess around with other guuuuuys!

Modestly Hot G&W: *SEXY BEEPING*

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Dedede: *typing* Yeah, things would be different alright. Though I’m a little disappointed in what I came up with for Mr. Game & Watch. Modestly hot my eye! I think my imagination’s broke.

Dedede: Lemme try and think up the Best Thing Ever.

Dedede: hmmmmmmm …

Dedede: … beef …

Dedede: … stew ..

Dedede: Yup, it’s busted alright.

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #source: homestarrunnerdotcom #King Dedede #Bowser #Ridley #Kirby #Isabelle #Ness #Lucas #Wario #Super Mario #Animal Crossing #Metroid #Earthbound

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scribemallow · 5 years

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kirburbia ch. 21 - story time

kirby leads an army. meta knight and dedede capture a prisoner of war.

read here on ao3 or full text below!

It doesn’t take long for Kirby to attract a lot of attention in daycare. A combination of his vivid storytelling, natural charisma and endless kindness draws half of the other students towards him, almost inseperable by the second break of the day. And, as the caretakers notice, he seems to pick up language much faster than the other students. Sure, his vocabulary was fairly limited when he came in, but he’s able to pick up what other people say and repeat it in an instant, even when the words seem much too complex for someone his age. So it doesn’t take very long for the staff to peg him as unusual, either. Having finally calmed down the naptime riot that Kirby had instigated- he was happy to sleep, but the others couldn’t get enough of him- the youngest of them, a tall and lanky woman in a navy dress, gestured for Kirby to follow her away from the main recreation room. Gesturing for him to hush, in order to prevent the others from waking up, she spoke softly.

“Sorry to take you out of naptime, Kirby.”

Kirby blinked twice and thought about his response. “’S okay.” His understanding bought a smile to her face, knowing that the potential stress of him fussing had been relieved.

“Did you tell everyone else to cause trouble? They seem to like you a lot.” she murmured, enunciating the last part of the sentence. Kirby shook his head firmly, lifting himself up by his heels to try and reach her face better.

“No… I was just telling them a story! They wanted, uh.. They wanted to hear the end.” Despite tripping over his words a few times, Kirby spoke with a reserved confidence and dignity that impressed adults immediately.

“What was the story about?”

“Oh! It’s about… Um, the king who took all the food. I had to go and fight him so I could get it back. Then we became friends, and it was okay, but I missed that part.”

“It’s a nice story. What made you think of it?” she asked. Kirby paused again, this time for a few more seconds, imitating the hand-on-chin motion he had seen adults do while they were thinking.

“Well, miss, it really is true!” The insistence in his voice nearly made her laugh. “Um, we made good friends. And then we went on an adv-adver-adventure!”

“Awww, I like that ending. Do you have any other stories?” Kirby nodded enthusiastically, counting on his fingers.

“Um, well, one time I had to fight a big robot with my friend Meba Night. He had a big ship and I had a big robot suit! We saw a lot of scary things.”

“Meta Knight is the one who’s taking care of you, right?” Again, Kirby nods.

“He’s really cool. He helps me a lot.” Assuming that the bit with the robots and the ship was untrue, even still… It seems that they’re a good unit when they’re together.

“Well, I think Meta Knight would really like it if you went for a nap.” Kirby shook his head with insistence.

“He says I nap too much.”

“…He’d be happy if he knew that you listened to adults.”

“Okay, Miss Hardy! I’ll see you when I wake up, okay?” He gave a final wave before hopping back over to the main room, which the older woman returned even though Kirby had already turned around.

That kid’s gonna be a great storyteller one day, I can feel it. How does he even come up with all of these strange stories?

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It takes a great while of grunting and struggling, but Dedede and Meta Knight eventually manage to stuff the large ginger feline they’d captured into an animal crate. Still faced with its defiant meowing, but free from the frustration of trying to stop it escaping, Dedede patted Meta Knight’s shoulder with vigour as he panted.

“Tell you what, I’m not fuckin’ doing that shit again. Any more lost cats can find their own damn way home.” Meta Knight smiles, watching the captured cat paw fruitlessly at the entrance of its personal prison cell. “Thankfully I have the buff- ah, buff muscles to control the beast successfully. And you helped as well.” Surprising Meta Knight, he hadn’t mentioned the trap he’d set at all.

“I sure did.” Kneeling down, Meta Knight was able to get a better look into the pet carrier where they’d imprisoned the soft animal. He was now lying on his side, licking his paw in a defeated fashion. “We should get him back home as soon as we can. Hopefully he won’t bust out again, huh?

“Agreed. It doesn’t look like he’s been suffering or anything, though. Bastard still has a gut and everything.”

“Probably because you’ve been feeding him so many burgers.” Meta Knight sighed, lifting himself up again.

“Guilty as charged. You still got that picture with the address on it?” Dedede asked. Meta Knight nodded, reaching for the phone in his pocket and first noticing the time.

“We can maybe get the cat back before we have to pick Kirby up. If we leave pretty soon, that is. Since we’re not very far from the address at all.”

“Sounds like a good idea. And before you ask, I’m driving, because at least I can be trusted with a car. You thought Burger King was an enemy of America.”

“Well, the burgers there are bad.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk! Y’ always get the one with the bacon on it, then take it off and complain it tastes of bacon. Just ask for it without the bacon!”

“I want to get my money’s worth if I’m going to spend money at some sub-par burgery.” Dedede rolled his eyes at the statement.

“I’m sorry the burgers aren’t as good as mine everywhere. Perfection is a difficult standard.” Again, Meta Knight finds it hard to argue that Dedede isn’t pretty good at putting one together. “Also, it’s literally just two pieces of bacon.”

“Kirby wants them.”

“Awwww. That’s actually really cute.”

When Meta Knight’s cheeks light up once more, he’s mortified by the lack of a convenient cat to hide it.

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kirburbia ch. 27 - hideaway

there's a limit to what you can get away from.

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Bacon popping in the pan, Dedede runs through an imaginary list of his options. Calling the cops on Meta Knight is out of the question- it’s not like Meta has a license, so he’ll be arrested, and Dedede isn’t prepared to find out how he’ll react to the concept of human jail. Second path of action- calling Meta Knight himself. Dedede remarks to himself that those two should be the other way around, but only if Meta Knight had somehow overlooked the chance to destroy his phone. Or shut it off.

He’s overdramatic, so he’ll probably break it before it occurs to him he doesn’t have to.

“Debebe!”

His attention moves suddenly from the phone to Kirby, sitting of course at the reasonably-sized dinner table Dedede covered with a red gingham cloth. Apologetic under his breath, Dedede rushes over to the pan and observes the grease sizzling, hit on his cheek with several drops. What I do for this kid. Unable to stop for anything now, he pulls out the spatula hanging over the burner and takes it to the pan, doing his best to scrape the pieces of meat from the black iron pan. Hit with several other drops of oil and grease, it takes Dedede a moment, but he’s eventually able to free the food and load it onto the eggshell blue plate set out for Kirby to eat from.

“You not having breakfast, Debebe?” Kirby enquires. Dedede shakes his head and sighs.

“I don’t have much of an appetite, kid. Just enjoy what I’ve made for you, alright?” After a moment, Kirby smiles and receives the plate. Loaded next to it, Dedede remembers the grilled tomatoes he halved and the toast he… toasted. A satisfying spread, hopefully enough to distract the young being from the situation at hand.

“I gotta go call someone, you understand? I promise I won’t be out long. Just don’t interrupt me.” Mouth full of food, Kirby nods politely and returns to his breakfast, downing half a glass of orange juice after he swallows. Dedede takes his chance to dart out of the room, taking the door into the living room and shutting it behind him, becoming ever more conscious of the weight inflicted by the phone in his pocket. Knowing that in just a minute he’ll have to take it out and try his best to contact Meta Knight, unsure of the answer he’ll receive, or whether he’ll receive one at all. Lifting it from his person- holding it to his mouth. Pressing down on the button that he’s had open ever since he realized Meta Knight took the car.

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Meta Knight, if asked, would always say that he preferred to wake up with the sunrise. It was natural, fulfilling and good for the body. In the human world, however, he was prone to indulging in lazy mornings. No wings meant none of the joy that a sunrise flight over the forests offered. So what was the point? And on this particular day, it was the sound of a ringtone that led him to awaken, the sun having been up for hours at the time. Shocked out of sleep, it took a few seconds for Meta to respond, instinctively searching for the phone before realizing that the endeavour might not be positive for him. With the whole running away with his friend’s car situation. And that Dedede would probably be up at this point-

Oh. The phone is still going off. Do I pick up the call?

Knowing that any attempts to call back would be an expression of interest on his part, Meta Knight slid the green icon on his screen to the right. He didn’t need to know who it was, or even check. Dedede was the only contact he had, the only one who would care if he disappeared. That made it harder to let everything which had happened go.

After a second, he was able to hear Dedede’s voice.

“Meta.”

“Dedede.”

More silence. What could be said? Was anything worth saying?

“I don’t suppose you have my car, by any chance.” Well, two can play at being coy, Meta Knight thinks.

“I might do. What’s it to you?”

“Well, it’s my car. And I didn’t give you permission to take it, actually…”

“You’re awfully concerned about material objects. I’m just going for a drive, and then I’ll bring it back, safe and sound, no problem.”

“You can’t- you can’t give me that answer!” The sudden change of Dedede’s tone alarmed Meta Knight. It seemed that they had stopped joking around now, after Meta Knight admitted passively that it wasn’t some kind of make-up joke intended to repair the wall they’d erected between them. “Bring the goddamn car back! You left Kirby all alone, now you’re goofing off somewhere without even having a license. For fuck’s sake. “

“I’m driving fine, alright? And I don’t know why you can’t take care of Kirby. He’ll be fine as long as you’re around. Are you always afraid of confronting the things you’re scared of, huh?” Dedede knew as soon as Meta Knight said the final part of his sentence that there was no good answer. He hadn’t listened to Meta Knight’s perspective, now he was demanding him back because he felt out of his depth. Without considering how upset he must have felt at him, what provoked him to take off. Why he didn’t want to be in the house anymore.

God, I’m a disappointment, Dedede thought.

“Yeah. I guess I am, honestly. Take the car, do what you want. Bring it back in one piece, okay?” Before Meta Knight could say anything else, the disconnect noise pierced his ears. Despite everything, Dedede was the one who hung up upon hearing Meta Knight’s words. He felt a bubble of shame in his chest, despite being given permission for what he did. Until he realized that Dedede had listened to him.

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“Why’re you yellin’?”

Kirby’s voice came from behind Dedede just a few seconds after he hung up. He felt his heart sink, knowing that there was no way to hide from himself or Kirby any more.

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