Plagued But Loved

by Myanette_1055

Summary:

Kirby was enjoying his time on Popstar as usual. With Void Termina having recently been defeated about a week ago, things have returned to tranquility. All is at peace, for the most part.

Of course, even peace can have its troubles in the background. With Kirby struck down with an illness, it's up to him and some of his closest friends to figure out what in the wide galaxy is going on with him and make sure he gets better!

FOR RETURNING READERS: first and third chapter recieved a small rewrite. Hope you don't mind.

Chapter 1: Shadows Creep

With another flap of his wings, Kirby further lifted into the air upon white wings tipped with red. Flying with grace. Air flowed over the feathers along his back and tail, with no upright feathers in the way. The feathers that typically stand upright at the band were resting against his head and back, at rest with Kirby as he flew.

Such a freeing sensation! To so easily defy gravity and drift along the farthest reaches of the sky.

Unfortunately, the air was also thinner, and was making it hard to breathe. He’s pretty sure that’s why he felt the need to gasp for air, anyway. Or is he flying too fast? That seemed to make it harder to breathe too… Both. Both are doing this.

Kirby slowed down and lowered his altitude. Just enough to catch his breath and slow his pounding heartbeat before he would try elevating to the farthest heights again. Eventually settling to a middle altitude glide. High up, but not as high as he could go.

Once settled, he looked down at the world below. Everything is so small! It’s like standing on one of the giant towers, except with so much more view! And he gets to experience it everywhere! He’s glad he managed to find those feathers to inhale! He’s been feeling all bogged down on the ground; this is really making his day! Even if a bit tiring. Perhaps he’ll have a snack and another nap after this.

As he overlooked the landscape, he noticed something odd. A kibble blade was marching, a giant entity associated with the sir kibbles that looked like a complete set of walking armor with a blade for the plume. And from what he could tell, the kibble was making their way over to Castle Dedede. This was most odd. Is that one of Dedede’s soldiers? He has heard that one of them got in a bit of a clash with Dedede and ran off. He’s not sure if any of it is true… He didn’t pay much attention at the time when Dedede mentioned it offhandedly. It sounded like something that could easily be solved with a talk and picnic. Happens plenty of times.

Kirby lowered carefully, enough to be in speaking range. “Hey! I can tell you’re upset about something. You want to talk it out?”

They whipped around, grounding against him before snatching the curved blade on their helmet to point it his way. “Halt, companion of the faulty king! I know you’re here because of him. I seek vengeance, and it can only be satiated through my cutter! Don’t try to stop me!”

“Do you have to, though? Maybe a moment to have some oranges would be nice. They’re all over the place here!” And they might make me feel a bit less woozy…

“So you stand with him. And so you shall be eliminated from my path!” They shouted. Throwing the blade at him.

Kirby dodged with little effort and sighed tiredly. Guess this is what he’s doing today… This shouldn’t be too long.

Suddenly, feathers raised up at the edge of the band. Forming the familiar line of feathers, signifying the start of battle. He swooped down, raining feathers upon his opponent as they stomped the ground in rage. When the giant warrior raised the cutter in their hand, Kirby saw his chance. Taking advantage of the giant warrior’s long wind up time and tossing a barrage of feathers below. Hearing the satisfying sound of sharp feathers piercing his foe. Easily evading the blade upon being thrown.

He tried to continue the cycle, but each climb he had to make felt increasingly difficult. First troubled climb he would struggle to breathe, but still could flap himself aloft. Another climb, something inside started pounding hard like a stressed heartbeat. It wasn’t long after that before simply flapping up a few feet, even with the aid of bouncing off the enemy, caused his body to burn while heaving for whatever air he needed.

Finally, he relented to his body’s demands. Swooping down one last time and throwing a few feathers at them before finally landing on the ground.

How does he both fight and fly? Kirby thought to himself as he heaved. The thought didn’t linger for long. The giant kibble charged, their blade adorned head pointed straight at him. He was swift to guard, dodging with expertise. Once safe, he paused. Taking a moment after the attack to press a paw to something akin to his chest and gasp for air. It was only a moment before he turned to face his opponent. The battle raging on. Blades and feathers flying through the air, a seemingly endless dance that both became engrossed in.

Time came and went, another feather flew through the air, sinking into the armor. Barely. For a typical mini-boss match up, they were astoundingly resilient. So many attacks and yet they just kept on trucking. Or perhaps they’re still standing because his limbs have the strength of cooked noodles today.

… Yeah, it’s probably that.

Breathing as best he could, Kirby’s stance still held firm. But… he began to feel it falter. It wasn’t showing yet, thankfully. But with the way his body burned, he doubted it was going to last much longer. Worse yet, he wasn’t sure anymore how close he was to finishing the guy off. He kept telling himself that they were almost done, almost done, almost done… and they just kept standing. How much damage was he doing?

Kirby was beginning to consider fleeing amidst all this running, because clearly jumping into battle today was an awful idea. He should have paid better attention, he realized. The increasing heaviness of his own body and the lingering, uncomfortable sensations inside had been trying to warn him. He had planned on doubling up the naps and getting some extra food for tomorrow, but he has to make sure his friends are safe first! Dedede needed him, he couldn’t stand the thought of him worrying over an attack. Especially since it’s been only a week since the battle of Void Termina. That was a nightmare and a half… He needed time to process. Kirby was ready to put his body on strain if it meant ensuring their safety. He’s faced worse, he can handle this.

At last… that’s what he thought.

Twirling away from another attack, Kirby heaved yet again. Even after barely taking any hits. Everything seemed to make his limbs ache. It’s like everything in him is screaming at him to drop and sleep. Perhaps, but not now! Once the battle is won.

He rushed up to the kibble blade and tossed several feathers rapidly. It did something, but he wondered if it was worthwhile anymore. It hardly seemed to scratch the other’s armor now. His actions lacked the spunk he typically held. Still, he convinced himself to power through. It was just one battle. Just one boss.

This probably will be his only battle today, because this is the most curve ball of a battle he’s ever gone through. While he was sluggishly dodging and retaliating with a hit and run, the kibble easily tanked each hit and tossed more boomerang cutters. Attacking with a maliciousness that felt unnaturally fast.

He paused to breathe. Trying to shake off the fog in his head. But he took a tad too long and received the brunt of a charge. The blade cut and the blunt force afterwards was bound to leave a bruise. Despite being sliced, there was no blood. Just a little something this galaxy has: injuries pack light consequence. Hardly ever remaining open longer than a millisecond. Despite the hard blow Kirby received, it was hardly much in the way of damage. Capable of getting all sorts of marks on his body before finally relenting. The wounds remain like a scar as a reminder of the injury, a call to replenish energy. Even then, they disappear after a good rest or a hearty meal.

He was starting to really wish for both, struggling to shake off the hit. Feeling as though he was spinning on a top, despite knowing he very much was on solid ground. This was definitely new. But still, this was a battle against one foe. He’s been through worse. He’s better than this.

Why are my thoughts like this now? He pondered.

Despite his stubborn conviction, he kept taking hits. His focus wavering, movement slowing, even simply tossing one little feather felt taxing despite barely being much of a weight. He took enough damage for the wings he entered with to be sent flying out of him, feathers disappearing in an instant in the form of a colorful star that bounced away and eventually shattered.

Still, he tried to dodge and fight. Thankful he can now inhale the stars of energy left by his foe to throw it back at them. But when he tried, they turned out far smaller than what he was originally given. The stars that were as large as him on inhale would come out the size of a pebble. Plinking on the armor as though he meagerly threw a rock at the kibble blade. Despite this, he kept trying. It wasn’t until he took another slash from a cutter blade, littered with marks, that he finally came to terms that he was in over his head. He’ll pass out at this rate!

Relenting to the need - with a sense of anger or sorrow arising for some reason - he retreated into a nearby bush. Hiding from the foe for as long as possible, at least until he gets some help. He doubted that he could handle any more hits. Each wound felt deeper than anything he felt before, pain lingering where the marks were made, even though they healed up like they should. Like something was gnawing away at them.

After a moment of silence with only heavy footsteps from the kibble blade, he pulled out a bulky, pink phone. Repurposed (mostly thanks to Susie) for a moment just like this. For once, he’s thankful for Meta Knight’s fussy overplanning. It seemed paranoid to always carry a device exclusively to call others. He previously just left it at home, only carrying it around when he wanted to talk to Shadow K or the other colorful posi people that came out of him from that mirror adventure.

Well… Meta will certainly keep this day in mind. Forever.

Kirby clicked on one of the saved numbers. Running on split-second urges, drowning in adrenaline, the most compelling name was chosen. Pressing the phone to his head, hoping his heartbeat wouldn’t be the only thing pounding in his eardrums anymore. And yet the thought of speaking about this to someone made the heavy beating in his body pound even faster as he trembled. Familiar in all the worst ways. He had only ever felt this to such an intensity one other time before… Let's not think about that.

It took a few rings, but eventually someone picked up. “Hello, this is Sailsee on the Halberd! Who is calling?” She said brightly. Quite bubbly in contrast to… everything else surrounding her at the Halberd.

He made sure to try to whisper, “It's Kirby! Get Meta Knight, I- GAH!” Kirby shouted, nearly sliced by another spinning blade.

“There you are, traitor!” The kibble blade shouted, rearing to charge.

Kirby hopped to his feet, avoiding the attack and heading for the nearby underbrush. “I need him!”

“Wa! Right away, Kirby!” They said, leaving the phone open. He overheard Sailsee talking elsewhere, faintly hearing the name Meta Knight.

Kirby couldn’t pay attention after that. Forced to stop and breathe after a short sprint. His heart (or at least, an equivalent) was pounding far faster and harder than he had ever felt it beat before. It was thrumming in his ears. His mind raced with thoughts that he had never given a second in the past. Each gulp of air hardly helped. He felt like he was drowning! What is he supposed to mention once Meta Knight is on? How is he even supposed to say anything when he can barely breathe? What details should he give? Why doesn’t he think these things through!?

Sadly, battle doesn’t wait for you to recover. A blade nearly cut him again, causing him to yip. Forced to run again, he sprinted right as the kibble blade charged again. Making him run until he managed to reach the underbrush at last. Crawling behind the bushes, even if his every limb burned.

“Kirby? Kirby, it’s Meta Knight! What is the situation?” Meta Knight said, stern and almost angry. Despite the harsh tone it had, Kirby noticed it held tones of fear.

After managing to just barely regain his breath, even forcing out a cough to ease the irritable something that clogged his lungs, “M-meta… Fighting… Come…” He couldn’t handle another word. Wheezing with a paw to his chest. Barely able to keep himself on his limbs.

“... Right away. Keep me on the line, it will only take a moment to find you.” He said in an almost cold voice, a faint quiver resonating. This is… very new to hear. Kirby had never heard him this shaken before.

“YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY!” The brush was suddenly sliced away, exposing the pink puffball. Rearing their cutter to slice him in half.

Kirby squeaked, leaping away just in time. Forced onto his feet and run yet again. Trying to zigzag around into the open fields again, hoping to get use of every last ounce of energy he had. Even as his body burned and ached, even began to numb, he pressed every limb. He just had to hold on. Just for a little longer. Meta Knight was coming to save him! (Will he really come to save you? Shut up!) He just had to keep running. Even as his lungs and legs burned, his heart pounding until it ached, his mind nagging him on end. His body wanted to drop, but this was not the time to rest. Not yet.

After running for so long, the world blurring by, a small stone was all it took for his plan to crumble. Knocked over into a daze. He tried to get up, but his own limbs refused to cooperate. Everything suddenly felt like they were bound to the ground. He could hear the disappointed grunt of the kibble blade. Kirby did just wear himself out after just minutes of battle - though it felt like hours - when stories tell of his unyielding stamina. Still, he slowly turned his face outward. Just enough to see. Getting a glimpse of his opponent.

He could barely see the visage of the kibble blade. Nothing more than a blurry grey blob with flecks of yellow amidst a bleary blue hue. Even with the blur, though, he could tell when they raised their arm to strike him down.

He closed his eyes, ready to reawaken at his house. At least it will be peaceful when he wakes up. He’s not sure why he didn’t do this earlier. Was it pride? Fear? Doesn’t matter now. It won’t be long for the cutter to strike…

… A sound resonated. One that was welcome to Kirby. A blade sank into armor, piercing through. Kirby’s eyes opened up. The giant form tumbled down, cut up until it burst into an explosion of stars. Coming closer was a smaller, rounder person with dark blue wings and a sharp silver face. (Or is that a mask?) Golden eyes glowing from the black like a guiding fire in the dark.

Kirby could feel a smile grow. “Mety… You’re here!” He croaked out. Reaching out with a trembling nub.

Meta Knight gently hushed, taking up Kirby’s paw into his palm. “Easy, save your voice. You look exhausted. Let's get you somewhere safe.” Carefully, Meta Knight placed Kirby onto his shoulder.

All at once, Kirby was awash with a warmth. The aching and tightness all over suddenly just… retreated. His mind finally gave out on him.

Looks like he’s finally getting that nap now.

Notes:

If you're a returning reader and reread this chapter, thank you for taking the time to read this again, even if its mostly the same! For thos who are new, thank you for reading and hoped you liked it!

Chapter 2: Down in the Castle

Notes:

Meta Knight meets with King Dedede and Bandee to come up with a plan.

TW: Nausea (no extreme detail)

Syringe, a medic on the Halberd with blue clothing that contrasted his white skin, has seen Meta Knight come by the medical bay many times before. It was part of his role as a knight. When you get into fights for the betterment of others, you’re bound to get hurt. When plague strikes a town and they don’t have the resources, they tend to be the ones that come and aid them. He sometimes stays beside the ill or wounded, letting them find comfort in his presence. Eventually, once they lose consciousness, he’s right back onto his duties as leader of the Meta-Knights and running the ship. He has done well in all the years Syringe has lived there since joining. Meta Knight was always distant to most of his crew. Not that Syringe could complain, there were many of them. On the rare occasion, though, he got the sense that he was distant to… everyone.

The concerning behavior seemed to vanish on a dime after Kirby came and wrecked the Halberd during the whole conquest attempt, funnily enough. Whispers went about that lone swordsman bonded with the pink puffball sometime after the incident. It was unclear at first, things seemingly going back to normal - especially once the Halberd was back in the sky - but Syringe could see changes over time. He has gotten more loose since the incident, being willing to take a day off for himself once in a blue moon. By Nova, he sure has earned every day off, and more. He also has a life outside being a meta-knight now. Sometimes Syringe catches the conversations as he passes, thinking none would notice as he talked with one of his commanders or captain (who also double as best friends from what he could tell). Rambling on and on about his new hobbies and relaxing trips. Many including Kirby.

Now that Syringe is reflecting over it, Kirby seems to be on the knight’s mind constantly. Which is why it shouldn’t be a surprise that on the very day he brings Kirby aboard due to a fight gone wrong, he’s latched to his bedside.

“Is there anything you need, Sir Meta Knight?” Syringe said, tightening the blue hood around his head and ensuring the veil properly obscured his face. Only his eyes showing.

Meta Knight snapped from his daze, turning to him for the first time since coming back on board. “Oh, no. I am well. Make sure Kirby is well cared for. I will head over to the helm; I must notify the King about this.” Despite saying this, his eyes remained trained on Kirby. Clinging to his paw as if it would suddenly wake him up.

Slowly but surely, he let go of the sleeping puffball. With a deep breath, his expression hardened. Leaving the med bay to give his word on where to head next.

Kirby slept for a long time after arriving. His body was covered in marks. Seems he was close to being knocked out. Not only that, but his colors were washed out. He’s seen the pink puffball often enough during his numerous visits with Meta Knight to be confident about it. As Syringe came to check back how the wounds were doing over time, he found that they were healing quite slowly. Healing can be a slow process, and having a nap certainly doesn’t heal like a maxim tomato. But even with this knowledge, he was still healing at a rate slower than normal. It’s like he wasn’t resting at all.

He’s likely just unconscious. It was a pretty nasty battle he went through, from what the wounds tell.

As the intercoms told of their nearing destination towards King Dedede’s castle, a groan emerged from a rustling pink form. For a moment, Kirby didn’t move much more beyond stretching a limb or two, only breathing deeper. Syringe approached, getting a closer look at him.

His expression didn’t read much as anything. Still dazed. His blue eyes lacked the typical shine they had, too, now a dull hue. They were also half-lidded with bags beneath them.

“Hey there, Kirby. How are you doing?” Syringe asked. Kirby didn’t respond aside from a low groan. Guess that means he’s not well.

When he finally mustered the strength to sit upright, he let out a long yawn. Adorable, even in his sickly state. He glanced around at the scenery before focusing on Syringe.

“Halberd?” Kirby asked. His voice sounded frail, only a whisper.

Syringe nodded, “Yes, and we’re heading over to King Dedede’s castle in case you’re wondering.”

He frowned, searching for something. “Where’s Meta?” He mumbled. “Where did he go?”

“He’s at the helm. He’s set course and is heading the flight. I suspect he’s going to be talking to King Dedede about your condition.”

He tilted his head, “My condition…?”

“Meta Knight heeded you call. When we arrived, he found you on the ground barely conscious and badly injured. He said you passed out as soon as you were in his arms.”

Kirby’s eyes widened, looking down at his arms, which were littered with marks. “Strange… It all felt like some crazy dream. So… How bad is my condition?”

“Well, firstly your wounds have healed very little during your rest. How you haven’t been knocked out is a mystery to me. Secondly, your colors are duller than what they were previously. Thirdly, it’s clear you’ve been exhausted for longer than just today. Have you been resting well?”

He shook his head, “Sleep has been a struggle… I’ve had to lengthen my naps out to make up for it.”

“Has it been effective?”

He stared for a long moment, “... Not really.”

Syringe hummed, nodding to himself as he looked at a clipboard and wrote down additional info. Overlooking the notes.

“Do you… know what’s going on?” Kirby asked hesitantly.

He glanced at Kirby, then focused on his clipboard. Letting out a sigh.

“I wish I could say I do, but you’re a bit of a mystery. I’m not well versed in how exactly the posi species works. I’ve been around Meta Knight for years, and he has yet to experience what you’re going through. Hate to say it, but I’m at a loss with this.”

Kirby let out a sigh, nodding with a tired expression. Settling to lay back down and shutting his eyes for rest. Syringe let him be. He needed it after all he’s been through.

Half an hour later, the intercoms came on. “Arriving at Castle of King Dedede. Prepare for anchoring.”

Syringe took a seat, gripping onto a secured table. Keeping an eye on Kirby, with the other patients being already watched over or able to watch themselves. The ship rumbling as it neared the ground. Some of the patients were roused from their slumber. Kirby, meanwhile, remained out cold through the entire process. It was honestly kind of impressive how deep of a sleeper the pink puffball was. Wonder what else he can sleep through.

Finally, the ship settled. Some of the patients grumbled but returned to their rest. The ones awake spent their time doing their own thing, usually talking with the medics and visitors they had. After some time, a familiar masked face returned. Walking at a brisk pace.

“Ah, Sir Meta Knight. I’ve checked his condition as best I could. I wasn’t able to make anything conclusive.”

“Thank you for your efforts. I wasn’t expecting many solid answers. Has he regained consciousness at any point?”

“Yes, Sir. He awoke for a brief period. He was quite fatigued, and I informed him of his condition. I also learned some information about his recent quality of life.”

“Interesting to note. Perhaps I might ask him about it later. For now, I must go meet the King and plan our next step.”

“Alright then. Take care out there.”

“I will.” Meta Knight assured, carefully picking him up so as to have a firm grip on him. It was a bit awkward, since they’re both the same size and Kirby was practically jello while unconscious. Still, he pressed on without hesitation. Disappearing into the dark corridors.

 

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King Dedede let out a yawn, stretching as he walked along the stone halls within his castle. Pondering what he should do now. It was a typical quiet day in Dreamland. He let out a content sigh. It was nice to just walk with nothing to do. An action he partakes entirely within his control. Having been possessed and kidnapped so many times, he’s learned how to recover in the aftermath. It was a surprisingly simple process, one he has become adjusted to, sad as it is. For example, listing off the many things he could do, but deciding he would rather just go for a stroll or sit somewhere nice was enough to bring comfort. He had no duties that were of concern, so why worry? He could do anything, from training with his hammer, to checking the waddle dees, to going out and paying one of the other areas a visit.

But he doesn’t feel like doing any of that. So he’ll just walk around, enjoying the gentle breeze that blows through the castle windows.

When the breeze was accompanied with rocket engines, he knew something was up. Looking out into the fields, he saw the Halberd slowly lowering to a standstill, its dark and dull colors sticking out compared to the bright colors all around it. An omen of troubles to come. He sprinted down the halls, climbing up the stairs and making his way to the top balcony. It wasn't long before a bandana wearing waddle dee arrived too. He nodded to his advisor’s arrival, giving him a brief and small smile, to which Bandee smiled back in return. Upon arriving, they stood and waited. Staring at the ship with leveled, expectant expressions.

As they waited, however, they noticed it was taking Meta Knight longer than usual to arrive. Slowly, King Dedede’s brow furrowed. His thoughts straying into worried wonderings of what could possibly hold him up. Perhaps there was an attack? Has there been a disaster on the Halberd? Did someplace need supplies? Was another potential doomsday attempt coming?

He took a long, deep breath. Easy, Dedede. He’s not here yet. Wait until he gets here. His report will clear things up. Soon after, he felt someone touch his hand. Looking down, he spotted Bandee gently rubbing his mitted hand with a paw. A silent question. He smiled back and gave a nod. This was enough to put the waddle dee at ease. Not much later, he finally spotted what he was searching for. A far off speck of blue, slowly growing as the knight approached.

But as Meta Knight came closer, another color peeked through. Specks of pink hit their eyes. Dedede had to blink a few times, just to check. Yep… Yep, that was definitely pink. Bandana Dee leaned against the wall, eyes widening at the sight.

Meta Knight arrived with a swoop up. Carefully slowing, making as gentle of a landing as possible. It was obvious why, now that they could see what was in his arms. Or to be more precise, who was in his arms.

“Wh- Kirby!” King Dedede blurted, kneeling down to inspect. It was none other than his old rival Kirby, deeply wounded and unconscious. He was only seeing him from behind, but even then, he looked downright terrible.

“W-what happened?” Bandee stuttered. “I’ve never seen him in a state like this before!”

For a moment, the king’s heart froze. “What caused this.”

Detecting their growing anxiety, Meta Knight spoke gently. “It was only a kibble blade, sire. I believe it was the one that was upset with you. It gives a reason why Kirby would take part in a fight during a time of peace such as now.”

“You think possession might be goin’ around again?” King Dedede asked while clutching his robes.

“No, I managed to defeat the foe with little trouble. They weren’t behaving strangely, nor had any unusual colors. By all means, Kirby should have barely struggled. It wasn’t until I was next to him that I noticed he was in poor condition.”

Bandee tilted his head, “Can you be a bit more specific? It's difficult to tell what you mean with that description alone.”

“Of course. But first, perhaps we could have a seat before we continue?”

Dedede gave a nod, “Mind if I hold Kirby for a bit? Just ta get a look for myself.” He asked, concern bleeding through despite his firm posture.

It took a moment, but eventually, Meta Knight nodded to the offer. Dedede knelt down, arms open to receive. With a hesitant diligence, Meta Knight set Kirby into his hold. Dedede carefully adjusted so that Kirby would be cradled in his arm. It was hardly a problem to carry the pink puff, as he was a third of Dedede’s size, and lighter than he looks as well. Kirby hardly shifted, snug in his hold. Now holding him, it was obvious what Meta Knight meant. Beyond the injuries, there was a more intrinsic condition beneath it all. Kirby looked downright exhausted, even when asleep, with the tense expression he had. A restless twitch from his limbs every now and then.

The three found chairs, one for each, having a seat before continuing. Gathered at a circular table.

Meta Knight cleared his throat, “Now, continuing about Kirby’s condition, allow me to clarify. I mean he is ill. It’s clear his body is in suboptimal condition in some way. I can feel that something is going on inside him.”

Dedede had his focus entirely absorbed by the puffball’s state. “He certainly looks sick. But…”

“But what?”

Finally, he manages to tear his eyes away, focusing on Meta Knight. “I thought you guys couldn’ get knocked down like this. I know I’ve never seen you sick in all these years.”

“That’s a common error. Being matter based beings rather than flesh and bone, our bodies function very differently compared to most Dreamlanders. As a result, our diseases are quite different as well.”

Dedede nodded, content with the answer and focusing on Kirby again. Or perhaps he was too distressed by the puffball’s state to try to argue.

Bandee spoke up, “So… w-what can be done about this illness, Sir Meta Knight? Surely, there might be something we can do. E-even if it’s just bedrest.” He glanced occasionally at Kirby’s desaturated state.

Meta Knight’s gaze turned away, “Well, I have experienced similar maladies in the past. But I didn’t really… discuss it with anyone. It was more of a silent acceptance between me and my brothers at the time.”

“‘Course you didn’ tell anyone…” Dedede sighed.

“I will admit, it was foolhardy reflecting on those times. We assumed it was nothing more than the equivalent of a cold for me, and was kept at bedrest. We were quite lucky it never became too serious.”

Dedede hummed, looking down at Kirby. “I know you made it through without much help an’ all that, but… I think I’d rather ask someone. Just so we know what ta expect ahead of time.”

Meta Knight hummed with a nod. “That is a wise choice, sire. It is best we learn what we are dealing with before we try to handle this ourselves.”

Bandee spoke up, speaking firmly. “I would suggest trying to meet with the healers of all turf areas on Popstar. They might have some knowledge about how to deal with it since Kirby has lived everywhere at some point.” The king and the knight nodded to this, beginning to feel a glimmer of hope.

It was then broken when Kirby began to squirm, letting out a whine. His shallow breaths shuddered as he trembled in his sleep. Clutching onto Dedede’s kimono.

Meta Knight stood on his seat, wings springing out as he clenched his fists. “What happened? What did you do!?”

“I didn’ do nothin’!” Dedede barked back, protectively holding Kirby close to his chest.

“Listen, listen!” Bandee spoke out, causing the two to freeze and stare at them. They cleared their throat, sucking in a breath before continuing. “Listen… I’m fairly confident that Kirby’s having a nightmare. It’s best if we stay grounded. For his sake.”

Meta Knight glanced back at Kirby. With a close inspection, Bandee was likely correct. He was held properly, but clung and mumbled as though he were quietly calling out. Distress written all over him. It took Meta Knight a moment to realize his own breathing had turned rapid. He needed to pause in hopes of slowing himself down. Turning away from the terrified whimpers Kirby made in his slumber. Just long enough to return to a stable state.

“You’re… You’re right, Bandee. We need to remain calm through this. Apologies for lashing at you, my King.” He said as he sat down.

Dedede gave a remorseful nod. “Yeah, uh, my bad too. It’s just…” He faltered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Difficult?” Meta Knight asked. Dedede hummed in agreement. Steeling himself for when the puffball eventually awoke.

Kirby’s eyes snapped open, whipping upright. Before anyone could speak, he began to hack and cough. Spitting out a black substance in the process. He heaved with cleared lungs as he wiped away what clung to his lips.

Dedede cringed in disgust, robes now splattered with the black stuff. “Uh… Thanks for the welcome gift.” He said as he pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned it off.

“Sorry, Dedede.” Kirby said weakly, almost meek.

“It’s fine, just a bit of a mess.” Despite speaking in his typical nonchalant way, Kirby shrank on himself. Stung by the small words.

Meta Knight perched atop King Dedede’s shoulder with a brief flap of his wings. “How are you doing Kirby?” He spoke softly.

Kirby turned to Meta Knight, snapped from the moment. “Oh, I’m… I don’t know…” He turned his focus away. Wrapping his arms around himself. “My insides feel weird… Everything feels gunked up somehow… Do you know what’s happening?”

“I’m fairly confident that you have become ill with a plague of some sort.”

“Sick? I thought I couldn’t get sick.” Kirby said, face twisted in confusion. Meta Knight turned silent, freezing in place.

Bandee hopped off his seat to come close, “Really? You’ve never been sick before?” Kirby nodded. “You’re pretty lucky, considering your age. But we’ll help you through this! We’re getting through this together!”

Kirby smiled, “Thanks a lot. I really need it.”

Dedede came to a stand, “First things first, we gotta get you somethin’ ta eat. You still gotta lotta marks after sleepin’.” Indeed, he still was covered in the faint scars from the battle. Criss-crossing all over him with how many there were.

Kirby nodded, giving a big grin. “That sounds great! I could really use some food.”

Dedede let out a laugh, “There’s the little rascal that I know! Now let's get you some soup.” The four went down into the castle, Dedede carrying two of them. One on his shoulder and one laying in his arms. Some noticed as they passed, giving Kirby a sympathetic glance before continuing on their own way.

After a long walk, they arrived at a large dining area. Waddle dees sat at the tables, relaxing and having lunch. Occasionally giving the four a wave. It wasn't quite time for the rush, so there weren’t many there.

Coming to the counter, a chipper waddle dee greeted them. “Greetings, Great King! How might I help you?”

“We need a bowl of soup for Kirby, an’ make sure it's easy on the stomach. He's not feelin’ too great right now.” King Dedede said, stroking Kirby on the head. He melted to the touch, shutting his eyes to embrace the pleasing sensation.

It was tempting to sleep, but Kirby managed to pry his eyes open. “Just a bowl will do.” He said tiredly, returning to resting his eyes and snuggling into Dedede’s warm embrace. The waddle dee gave an understanding nod, writing down the order and sending it to the kitchen. In return, they received a number.

“Your order will be made soon, have a seat and rest while you’re here.” The waddle dee said. Three nodded to this, the fourth still basking in affection, and they had a seat at the end of one of the tables. Bandee holding onto their assigned order number. There was a silent tranquility to the area, with soft conversations and stewing dishes in the background.

“You know, you can have a seat Meta. You don' have ta be a hawk.” Dedede said with a chuckle.

He snapped out of his anxious gazing, “Oh, yes. I suppose I could.” As he scanned for a place to sit, his eyes landed on Kirby again. He tried to tear his eyes away from them, but he couldn’t help. Their lethargic state nagging at his mind. Eventually, he laid down on the shoulder he perched upon. “... I think I will stay, though. I’m fine here.” He said, his worried gaze betraying his level voice. Holding out a hand towards Kirby. They spotted his reach and smiled, eyes twinkling as they grasped his gloved hand with a paw.

Wow… Meta Knight hasn’t shown his care in public like this before. This is nice… Kirby thought to themself. Soon enough, Dedede was joining in with a hand to stroke his head. Bandee hummed a soft tune all the while. The shower of affection made him full and warm with all the doting. This whole sickness thing might not be such a bad thing.

It wasn’t long before their number was called. Bandee was swift to hop off his seat, taking up the bowl and jogging back with the soup above his head. It was a simple soup, made with chicken, noodles, and a light amount of veggies. Dedede took the bowl, nodding to him before setting it on the table. Kirby stared at the bowl, hopeful of the light colored broth. Welcoming the meal as it was spooned into his mouth with Dedede’s careful hand.

After getting quite a few spoonfuls, the others began to talk. “He’s not healin’ much.” Dedede noted with worry.

“He is sick.” Bandee said. “Fighting off a sickness takes a lot of energy, so it’ll probably take more time for the marks to fully go away.”

I didn’t know that. Guess trying to talk down that kibble blade was a bigger mistake than I thought… Kirby thought to himself.

Meta Knight spoke up, “We should also keep in mind that recovering from a plague, even once it's over, takes a fair amount of resources on the body as well. My guess is that it will take at least a week and a half for him to fully recover to peak condition at the fastest.”

A week and a half? That seems a little long…

“How long might it take for him ta just fight off this sickness?” Dedede asked.

“It took me about a month to fight off something similar to this. Considering his more optimal environment, plentiful resources, and his absurd resilience, maybe a week.”

Something began pounding harder inside Kirby, like a speeding heartbeat. A week!? Just to recover from this sickness? What if something happens?

“That’s troubling… Do you think something might happen during that time?” Bandee asked as if he read Kirby’s mind.

“Accounting for previous incidents, highly unlikely. It has only been a week since the Dark Hearts incident. It takes around a year for planet wide threats to reveal themselves, and smaller incidents hardly ever need Kirby’s involvement. I say not to worry. We have plenty of time to aid his recovery.”

The beating slowed down. That’s right. Most stuff doesn’t need me to solve. The ones that do usually are the “everything is about to be warped into a horror show” level danger at least, and those take a long time to show up. Around a year, as Meta Knight said.

But… it might happen. It’s highly unlikely as said before… but it’s not impossible. It’s only been a week… but there was only 6 months between the first encounter with the Dark Matter Swordsman and the encounter with Zero to show up. Who can guarantee another won't happen in a week? It might. It might. It might.

He had to act. They couldn’t just sit around. He had to start healing, and this was slowing everything down.

Rising upright where he laid, he inhaled the rest of the bowl. Gulping the rest of the soup in an instant. He laid back, having finished his goal, pulling out the now empty bowl and holding it up in his paws. Dedede put the spoon back in the bowl and took it back silently, startled by the sudden rush to finish. Usually, Kirby quite likes to savor his meals (which is still pretty fast, just slow for him) when there isn’t a disaster or an event going on. Especially once an adventure has recently finished.

Kirby nearly shivered from the sensation in his stomach, “Okay, I’m finished. Best go out and check… uh, whatever is going on with me.” Note to self: no inhaling food until I’m better.

Meta Knight stared silently for a moment. “... Alright then. We can take the warpstar, if possible. It is the fastest form of transportation here, and you command them with little issue.”

Normally, Kirby wouldn't have a problem. He always found their speed and rapid maneuverability exhilarating! But right now, just the thought of flying on one made his insides squirm. “Uh… I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, what the heck you thinkin’ Meta Knight? Those things whip you around worse than rollercoasters!” Dedede said.

Meta Knight gave a remorseful nod, “Of course, my apologies. It’s best to avoid strenuous situations when ill. Let us head to the Halberd, then. We already have a plan formed, so let us enact it.” Bandee and Dedede nodded, coming to a stand and heading out of the castle.

“Really? What’s the plan?” Kirby asked, looking at Meta Knight with hope filled eyes.

“We will head to various areas around Popstar, checking with various healers until we can find one who can give a diagnosis for your state. If we’re fortunate, a possible treatment as well.”

“I will admit, I’m starting to worry this plan might not work. C-considering you’ve never been sick before, I mean.” Bandee said.

Kirby turned to them, “What do you mean? How is that worrying?”

“I mean… Since you’ve never been sick before, the healers haven’t had to find out what kind of sicknesses posi can have. Meta Knight never went to one either when he was sick, too. Do we even have information about that here?”

Silence fell.

“Um… Well, we might have something! Doesn’t hurt to check, right?” Kirby said. Despite the smile he gave, it was wobbly and small. The others gave their murmurs of agreement. Equally unsure of what laid ahead. At the very least, they had to try.

Notes:

Hope you're enjoying this! Because this is pretty fun! Been playing around with concepts in my brain, and at least one of them is showing!

Chapter 3: Up on the Halberd

Summary:

After a long day of checking with healers, they find that the answer they seek is much farther than expected. Still, there was a new hope for an answer. But it has been a long day, and so the four retire for the night to prepare for the next day.

Meta Knight returned to standing on the ground, wrapped up in his cloak as he led the three to the helm. Taking command while King Dedede, Bandee, and Kirby occupied the back of the room as guests. Setting off in the Halberd, they traveled from one place to another. Inspections were made, symptoms were found, but the source was never uncovered. Despite two posi people having lived on Popstar their whole lives, there was very little information on what kind of disease Kirby was carrying. Or really anything about posis. They were bundles of mystery. The little they could unravel about them only revealed yet more mysteries.

Kirby carried worry that he had never felt before. It was almost nauseating how much anxiety this was all producing. The others tried their best to assure him, but the doubts were intent on gnawing on him. Every little thought, no matter how positive or how brief it was, was twisted into something that instilled yet more fear, frustration, and regret.

Finally, they met a healer who made their home in a cave near the ocean. Just nearby as well was the colorful, crystalline caverns that lead to the Fountain of Dreams. The healer was a squishy, a squid-like person. Tired of repeating himself, Kirby gave as comprehensive a list of symptoms he could give. The squishy took a careful look over Kirby, noting his dull colors and drained demeanor. Accounting the symptoms told and seen, he took a crystal and handed it to the pink puffball.

It glowed a brilliant pink at first, but became dull and dim not long after.

“That’s… new. What does it mean?” Kirby asked.

“Hmm… Interesting.” The squidian healer noted. “It seems that this illness carries traits of negi.”

Kirby tilted his head at this. The squishy healer pondered a moment, then cleared his throat.

“In a sense… dark energy is inside you. And it is affecting you from the inside out, much like any other illness.”

“How is he not possessed?” Dedede asked, flabbergasted (and maybe a tad jealous) at the concept.

“It has to do with his origins, likely. He is a Light Matter creature, after all. As a polar opposite of Dark Matter, it’s likely that the most entities of darkness can do is bring pain and general malaise. But this is just speculation on my part.” The healer responded.

“Is there something that can be done about this?” Kirby asked.

The squishy took back the crystal, “I’m afraid there is not much I can do. I am not well versed in the ways of universal energy. What you are searching for is a scholar of magic.

I know of one over at the towers. A shaman takes refuge in the ancient library, hidden in the heart of the tallest structure over at the ancient ruins. It is one of the few places that remains scarcely changed over the many centuries on this planet. It will likely be a difficult journey. But I’m sure that the effort will be worthwhile, as many say that they are the best shaman in all of Popstar. They just tend to not come out much from the library…”

“Welp,” Dedede said, picking up Kirby again. “We’re off to see a nerd in their nerd hole.”

Meta Knight bowed and thanked the healer, Bandee joining while Dedede gave a brief thanks and walked out. Kirby waved as they left. The squishy waved back kindly, returning to the waters and pondering over other things.

It was sunset once they returned to the Halberd, having spent the whole day running around trying to find answers. This wasn’t what they hoped, but at least there was a smidge of a chance that maybe they’ll finally know what’s happening. They would head over to the ancient ruins once they get the chance. But for now, they needed rest. It had been a long day.

“Really? This the best you got?” King Dedede said, looking into one of the guest rooms. Though it was meant for special guests, it was quite sparse in build. The bed was large with sheets, it could hold Dedede no problem, but not much more than that. There was a wardrobe, but it lacked anything to give. The room certainly didn’t have much in the way of welcoming, but it was functional. Everything was bland, simple, and monochrome. Much like the rest of the flying fortress.

“I assure you, sire, this is one of the best rooms we have. A nice, quiet corner away from the majority of the sleeping quarters. You even get some nice background noise with the reactor being nearby a couple floors down.” Meta Knight said. They could hear it from below. Muffled from the steel and distance, were the sounds of dozens of wheelies hard at work and a reactor humming. Kirby smiled hearing it, while Bandee tilted their head upon noticing the sound.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout. Don’ you got a quality place ta sleep? You’re Lord of this whole place!” Dedede spat indignantly.

“If you like sleeping in crowded barracks, then yes. I do have quite a high quality place to sleep. Would you like a bed ready for you there?” He said with a grin in his tone.

“... Never mind.” Dedede grumbled, entering the modest living space.

“Thank you for the room, sir!” Bandee said casually.

“Never an issue. Rest well Bandee, Dedede, Kirby.” Meta Knight said. The door shut behind once Bandee was inside.

Bandee looked around, nodding to the simple living space. It’s not like their room at the castle, they were given a good upgrade upon becoming the king’s assistant. But this was nice on its own right. And it was still better than a barracks. Anything is better than a barracks. They have no clue how the other waddle dees can so easily rest with so many others in one space and with so much going on constantly. They supposed they’ve always been an anxious person, though. Being around others generally made them nervous.

King Dedede flopped onto the bed, resting on his back as he held up Kirby. “Well, at least we got somethin’ direct ta go for tomorrow. Thoughts on all this?”

Kirby hummed to himself, “You know… the healer only said we needed a ‘scholar of magic’. The shaman was just a suggestion. We could try visiting Magolor or Taranza! They might know something!”

“I dunno… Magolor doesn’t seem like the healin’ type. He might know what’s goin’ on, but I doubt he can help beyond that. Sickness takes expertise ta deal with. For Taranza, I doubt he knows anythin’ at all. Just ‘cause he can use magic doesn’ mean he knows what’s goin’ on with you.”

Kirby shrugged, “Well, I guess we’ll see. I’m pretty relieved that all this flying will be over soon. It was nice to rest up here on the Halberd, but I’d rather stay in one place while getting past this. Once we finally get a diagnosis of something going on, we’ll finally… uh…” His smile faltered. Would they really stick around…? I suppose I could care for myself from there…

Bandee was swift to notice this, hopping onto Dedede’s belly and speaking up. “And then we’ll help all we can for you to recover! Even if we have to keep distance, I’ll be sure to visit as often as I possibly can! Don’t want my friend to be lonely now, do we?”

Dedede chortled, “Of course! Nothin’ brightens anyone’s day than a visit from the mighty an’ amazing King Dedede!”

Kirby brightened hearing this, worries vanishing in an instant. “Yeah! That sounds great! Hopefully this will blow over sooner rather than later.”

Bandee perked, eager to share. “Meta Knight did say that he managed to recover in a month when he was young. And things were tough for him then. If we all pitch in, that recovery would likely increase ten fold!”

Dedede gave a nod, speaking lightheartedly. “I gotta admit, for as much of a smart aleck bat boy can be, he’s got some useful stuff in that head of his. Things will probably get worse, but I’m sure that things are gonna turn out good!” Bandee and Kirby hummed and nodded in agreement. Hopeful of whatever they were going to face.

Dedede pulled up the sheets, setting Kirby onto his stomach as a bed. “Buuuut we gotta get some shut eye for now. Don’ wanna be too tired for what’s next! I got a hunch that we’re at the last leg of this scavenger hunt of ours. I can feel it!” The two agreed once more, Kirby letting out a large yawn. The two got comfortable on his stomach, receiving a pat on the back from Dedede and getting tucked in. Soon enough, all three were out like a light.

For a moment, Meta Knight stood there. Staring at the door. He had overheard the conversation, though a bit muffled from the metal. He had a hand raised…

Eventually he turned away, shaking his head and clutching his cloak around himself. Making his way over to where his quarters were. They weren’t much farther than the guest rooms.

He wasn’t kidding about the barracks comment. Within the room were multiple bunk beds, one bed for each of the top command, including the captain. It was clear whose was whose; each bed had various items on both frames and mattresses, the bed frames were marked with initials in the sides, and sometimes had different colored blankets. All of the blankets were quite thin, granted, but they never needed heavier. And right under each bed was a small box, meant for important items but mostly containing mementos, which could easily slide off in the case of an emergency. None of them were the most sentimental for the trinkets, things get lost and broken all the time. But Meta Knight, the one who had encouraged their creation, insisted on the precaution. Just in case.

Upon arriving, he found his brothers in the room. It was time for the shift change. Javelin Knight - a bronto burt with a missing wing - was working on the hover system for his orange colored armor, making sure the engine still ran smoothly. Diligently checking off a checklist. Sword Knight was busy putting on her purple armor, showing her muddy blonde fur, carefully brushing herself and her cat-like ears in preparation for the helmet. Axe Knight was busy oiling his weapon, giving it a shimmer. His unarmored state showed a small, soft body as black as soot with small red eyes. It made his anxiety all the more obvious. Mace Knight was giving her purple armor some oil as well, showing her dark purple skin and short cut hair that curled. Three horns emerged from her hair, the armor designed to comfortably wrap around them. Carefully inspecting her armor of imperfections with anxious eyes. Trident Knight had taken off his armor, also purple with a crescent moon on the helmet, revealing black hair and light yellow skin. He was doing some stretches as he prepared for rest. Captain Vul was sitting by a window, out of his suit and in thin undergarments. Watching the clouds drift by and the sun slowly set.

Meta raised the mask onto his head. Freely showing his yellow eyes and surprisingly cute face. He looked around and noticed one person missing.

“Vul, have you seen-” Suddenly, Meta was snatched up from behind, causing him to let out a high pitched squeak.

“Bahahahah! I got you! You’ve gotten easy to sneak up on, eh brother?” Laughed a boisterous voice, belonging to a feline looking man. He had dark brown fur, with a light brown underbelly and chin. Fur a mess since he hardly brushed most days.

“Blade!” Meta barked as he wriggled in the larger knight’s grasp. “How many times do I have to tell you!? Quit sneaking up on me like that!”

“But you always say to be ready for anything! I only figured you’d be ready for something like this as the Legendary Meta Knight. Consider it your practice for sneak attacks!” He jested, saying Meta’s title in a teasing tone.

Meta hissed as he squirmed, managing to pull an arm out. He shoved Blade Knight in the face, prying himself out of his brother’s grip. Brushing himself off before huffing at Blade. The jokester only chuckled at this, putting up his green armor to get some rest.

With a sigh, Meta dragged a hand down his face. Fiddling with his shoulder pads, he removed them with extra roughness than usual.

Trident took a glance at his weary state, “You seem distressed, Meta.”

“I’m just tired. Long day.”

A long moment of silence. Each wary about breaching the ice. Nervous about how to handle what could lay below.

“So,” Vul began, “Mind giving a run through of the events that happened today?”

Meta hummed. Recognizing the concern in Vul’s voice and swirling inside him. “I suppose I owe all of you an explanation over what happened today.”

“Indeed, it was a surprise seeing you arrive at the helm so frantic. What happened today?” Mace Knight said.

Meta paused, taking a seat on a nearby chair. He only had his metal boots, his mask, and Galaxia on now. Showing his simple nubs for paws, not dissimilar from Kirby’s.

“Would all of you perhaps… avoid making light of it?”

“That depends.” Blade said cheekily.

“Promise me you won’t laugh at it.” He spoke stiffly. Fear and frustration bleeding into his voice. It caught the attention of everyone in the room. Blade’s ears turned towards Meta in surprise, giving a serious nod in return.

Meta released a long breath out, “Today was… much. I’m sure most of you were wondering about the sudden change of course we have made today. We received a call earlier today near noon that demanded my presence. It was… It was from Kirby.” His brothers put their full focus on him upon hearing the worried tone in his voice. “He was in the middle of a battle, and needed my aid. He sounded exhausted. When I arrived, he was badly injured. The foe should have hardly been a struggle to defeat. But when I was close, it became clear why he was so troubled… He is ill.”

Javelin set aside the tool he had been using and set it in its proper place in the toolbox. “Describe the symptoms.” He said flatly, yet his intense gaze gave away his honed concern.

“Fatigue is an obvious one. Even when he rested, he always seemed tired. He was notably pale as well, and had coughed up a black substance. He described internal discomfort and his appetite was low. His wounds from the battle were not healing despite the rest and food he was getting. He was also emotional in ways I have never seen before from him…”

The crowd of knights remained still, a contemplative silence blanketing the room. Meta awaited their thoughts, fiddling with his paws.

Javelin said, “It certainly sounds familiar. You had similar symptoms on multiple occasions in the past.”

Trident nodded, “Yes. If it’s anything like those illnesses you had before, it shouldn’t be too much of a worry. Make sure he eats well and gets plenty of sleep. If you’re worried enough, you can accompany him until he recovers. Or at least ask about his previous experiences to get a feel of what to expect.”

Meta let out a sigh, “That’s what is bothering me… He has never been sick before! He didn’t even know it was possible. It was… a surprise.” He said with a tinge of envy, turning away. Yet another reminder that Kirby grew up safe and comfortable with many loving parents, surrounded by people who attended to his every need, oblivious of strife. At the same time, Meta grew up in the sparse and windswept mountains. He and his brothers struggled simply to get food, water, and safety. The world was intent on mocking him with how much their lives paralleled each other, except Kirby got everything he could have ever wanted while he only received the crumbs that fell off the dinnerplate.

Sword spoke up, “Well, it seems that the path ahead for Kirby is unclear. What shall your next step be, Meta?” Her words snapped him from his stewing, shaking off the thoughts. There was no point in comparing. As much as Kirby’s life seemed perfect, he’s had his fair share of issues too. They were simply different. What happened before cannot be changed, but he can change the future for the better.

Clearing his throat, Meta spoke. “We received word from a healer that his disease cannot be understood through typical means. He needs to meet someone who is an expert in magic. We were given a suggestion of meeting the rumored shaman living at the base of the tallest tower, where a library is supposedly hidden and preserved.”

Blade huffed, ears pinning back. “Nice to know we didn’t miss anything for not checking with a healer.”

“Blade.” Sword snipped, her ears pinning back as well.

“Right, right, sorry. Didn’t mean to joke, just… What help is a healer if they don’t, you know, heal? It’s in the title!”

“Kirby and I are posi, also known as Light Matter. We are made nearly entirely of condensed positive energy, rather than flesh and blood. It isn’t too surprising that the healers don’t know what to do. The majority of knowledge about light matter entities is through knowledge about the ancients, and the results for that are… scant to say the least.” Meta said.

Blade let out a sigh. “This whole thing… It's frustrating. I know how much the little bugger means to you. He deserves the best.”

Axe raised his focus from his weapon, “Yeah, it all really sucks from the sound of it. But at least we know where to go now! We just gotta head to that shaman and things can get better!”

Javelin nodded, “That sounds like the best course of action.” He took out a tool, looking over something and tweaking it. With a hum of satisfaction, he checked the last item on the checklist and hopped on. Setting the rest of his armor together, his true face became hidden, only the armor showing. He activated the engine, causing it to let out a light rumble and begin levitating.

Javelin spoke again, voice heavily altered. “You signed up for the last night shift tonight. Are you sure you handle it, Meta? It is not a suggestible course of action considering the events of today. You will probably do something stupid from exhaustion and stress.”

Meta gave Javelin a glare, about to say something. But Vul suddenly came to a stand, causing both to turn his way.

“Javelin’s made a point. Today’s been a difficult day for you. It might be best to make a change to the schedule. You need to be at your best for the mission ahead. I can take your spot for you.”

Meta looked up at him with worry, “Are you sure? It's almost time for the first shift, and changing the schedule can take a bit of time.”

“Nothing I can’t handle. I checked it ahead of time, it’s not that big of a change.” Vul said nonchalantly, making the changes right as they speak.

“And you are not as well trained for battle. What will you do if a conflict arises?”

“I may not be a fighter like you all, but what I do have is this ship! She’s got loads of armaments, and I know each of ‘em like the back of my hand! Plus, Sword will be on shift with me as well. She’ll keep my head on straight if a ruckus starts.” Sword gave a firm nod, allowing a confident smile for a moment.

Finally, Meta let out a sigh and grinned up at Vul. “I can’t thank you enough. Truly, you are the expert when it comes to ship maintenance. And apparently the schedule as well. Accept my pardons for-” He was halted when a feathered hand abruptly pressed onto his head, ruffling the mask as if it were hair. It caused it to become lopsided, making Meta growl at him as he shifted it back to its place.

“Don’t go apologizing for things you can’t control. It’s not your fault your partner caught a bad bug. Besides, as the oldest, it’s my duty to look out for you.”

Meta nodded and started taking off his boots, setting them in their place. “Thank you.” He said once more.

“No worries. What kind of brother would I be if I don’t help out when I’m needed the most?” Vul said, chest swelling with pride. More than happy to take a more prominent role since Meta Knight had something else to fuss over besides the ship and the bases.

“Yeah! What kind of brothers do you take us for?” Blade butted in. “And glad you brought all this up! Feeling better now?”

Meta gave a warm smile, “Yes. It is good to know all of you are willing to listen to my plights and aid in my troubles. It’s… comforting.”

Blade beamed back, “Of course! We’ll always be here to help, including me! You may be the ‘Legendary Meta Knight’, but you’ll always be my baby brother~!” And he snatched Meta up once more, giving him a tight hug. Meta grumbled in his brother’s hold, cheeks burning with embarrassment and comfort (but would never admit about that comfort if you directly asked him about it).

Eventually, Meta pushed out of Blade’s arms with little resistance. Bidding everyone a good rest to those heading for bed and wishing those with night shift a fortunate night. Adding one last thanks to everyone. With everything settled, Meta was ready for bed at last.

Climbing up a ladder, he crawled into his bed. Tucking his mask under his pillow with Galaxia joining soon after. Leaning back and settling into bed, pulling up a soft pink blanket. Listening to the familiar sounds of footsteps walking by and the humming of flight.

…

Meta opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts continuing to swirl around and around. Sure, it was silly to keep worrying over Kirby. There was a plan. Everything is fine. His brothers have everything sorted with the ship, they said it themselves. He watched them organize the last of it in front of him. Things are fine. Nobody’s dying, nobody’s dying! Everything’s fine…

But he just couldn't stop thinking.

Perhaps another friend could help soothe his mind. Good thing he always keeps her just under his pillow at night. It wasn’t just for the sake of defence; it was for his health too.

He reached out to Galaxia, her handle poking out from under. A touch was all he needed.

“I can’t sleep.” He thought deliberately.

“You seem to be experiencing a high amount of stress. Is that right?” A feminine voice said mechanically. The telepathic voice of Galaxia.

“Yes. Very much. It was a difficult day.”

“Sharing your burdens with me might alleviate some of the turbulence of your thoughts.”

He pulled his paw away a moment, contemplating to himself, then reached out once more. “I… suppose that could help. As long as you are alright with it, Galaxia.”

“I do not have feelings on the matter. Express your thoughts.”

“Alright then… I cannot stop thinking about Kirby. He is deeply ill. He is resting with Dedede and Bandee, but I can’t help but worry. Does he need food? Water? Maybe he’s having another nightmare. What if they aren’t awake to help him?”

Galaxia halted the stream of thoughts. “If that is of most prominent concern, then you should move to where he is sleeping. Then you can be there yourself to check on him and be there when he needs assistance.”

“True… but it would be weird if I suddenly showed up at night just to sleep there. Plus there are other things to consider too, like the night shifts. Is there enough soldiers for each one? Is one group too spread thin or are there too many in another? Has the training rooms been maintained? I forgot to check them today, they were supposed to be cleaned. And the electricals for one of the breakrooms is due to be checked, it’s been a month! I haven’t heard much about one of the squads, have they been training like they should? Has the reactor-”

“It is clear that you are in a state of cycling thoughts.” Galaxia asserted, robotic in response. “To prevent rumination, you must not interact with the distressing thoughts when they come. Let them pass, and they will eventually leave.”

“What about Vul? He might need help, and I am one of the best warriors on this ship.”

“The schedule has been made and should be followed. Night is the optimal time for people to sleep and recuperate, including warriors. If you are scheduled for a night shift, then go. If not, then stay. If you are unsure, refer to the schedule.”

“I’m not on night shift anymore…”

“Then rest. It is necessary for a warrior to fight at peak performance.”

“I know, but there might be something that needs my expertise…”

“You will be notified if that is the case, or you will witness it directly yourself. Until either case, you need to sleep. Rest.” Suddenly, Meta Knight felt a drowsy sensation wash over himself.

Recognizing what was happening, he pulled his paw away from Galaxia. Instantly, the sensation disappeared and he huffed in annoyance. If she was a sword with a fully realized conscience, he might be able to convince her of his thought process. But as she is now, there is no convincing. She only gives advice that would best optimize him as a warrior. Ironically, there was no thought behind the telepathic words at all. If asked the same question, she gives the same response. She only functions and responds in relation to battle and duty as a guardian. That was the primary reason her enchantment was designed as it was however many ages ago.

“I do not need to be forced into sleep.” Meta thought angrily to Galaxia.

“I only enact my aid abilities without command if it is deemed necessary. You are refusing to sleep, so I activated your sense of exhaustion. I can enact a different aid if you desire. Give the command, and it will be done.” Galaxia responded, unfazed.

Meta let out a weary sigh, “Never mind. You’re no help.”

He pulled away before she could respond. He knew what her response would be if he did listen, though: My assistance is for the purpose of aiding you as a warrior and a guardian. Otherwise, my assistance is not of use.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled the blanket back to his shoulders. Whatever thoughts were swirling around in his head now, he couldn’t tell anymore. Worn out from the brief telepathic conversation. Telepathy takes more energy than it looks.

Finally, he shut his eyes. Able to lay still and let his mind dissipate like mist.

 

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Kirby asked about Magolor and Taranza that morning. A quick call, and it seems the two weren't available. Apparently the two were elsewhere with the Lor Starcutter having a ball, as Magolor couldn't be reached and Taranza's line turned them to voicemail and explained the situation. An unusual thing for the arachnid since he doesn’t have much to focus on except his garden, but at least they knew it was nothing of concern. At least he’s getting out some. As for Kirby and co, to the shaman it is.

The fly over to the tallest structure was not that difficult. It was easy to make out since the tower itself was the tallest, remarkably so. It also was familiar, as they had climbed it in the past. You can go so high that you can reach space without even leaving the planet! Unfortunately, finding the entrance to the library proved much more difficult.

“Why didn’t that two bit squid tell us about the secret entrance!?” King Dedede stomped in anger, clutching Kirby close to his chest.

“Probably because he knew about it as much as we did.” Meta Knight spoke calmly, but the calm demeanor had frustration boiling just beneath. Dedede caught a glimpse of the pink puff, wiggling in his arms from being squeezed, and he was swift to correct his hold. They settled back down once comfortable.

He let out a frustrated sigh, “Yeah, that's true… Still, how are we supposed ta find it? Nothin’s here!”

“Hmm… Run the scans. Every type.”

“Yes sir!” All shouted in unison. The crew milled about, activating and messing with knobs and modules. It took a few minutes, but eventually one spoke up.

“Sir! Sir! I found something!” A waddle dee in a sailor’s outfit called out. Eagerly waving him over.

Meta Knight approached fast. Leaning to get a glimpse of the screen.

“What is it, Sailsee? What have you found?” He asked.

“Look at the energy scanners.” One glimpse, and the results were obvious. There was an absurd amount of energy clumped at the bottom of the tower. It looked sepherical.

He hummed in though, then patted Sailsee on the head. “Well spotted. It looks like a barrier. Let us go down and see if we can find an entrance.”

“Wait, you mean we have ta go down there ourselves an’ find it? You can’t have the scanners find it for us or somethin’?” King Dedede complained.

Bandee spoke up, “I mean, scanners can only pick up so much. If it’s rock, it would probably look like everything else.”

Meta Knight nodded, “Indeed. Plus, there is already a lot of energy detected. If there is a door that uses magic, it would be drowned out by the rest of the magic that makes up the barrier. Going on foot ourselves is the best course of action.” He headed out of the helm and took up a smaller device, stashing it in his cape.

Dedede glanced at Kirby, who was taking a nap in his arm after having some rations for breakfast. The night didn’t exactly treat him well. Seems he’s plagued by nightmares constantly. Even now, he was distressed in his slumber. For a moment, Dedede’s expression fell. Giving the small puffball a soft stroking on the head.

Dedede let out an irritated sigh, “Fine, lets make it quick. You owe me lunch!” He shouted as they made their way off.

 

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They made their climb amongst the rocks. Slowly circling around the base of the tower. They were still below the clouds, climbing among the many cliff faces. Bandee was hopping with diligence, tapping their spear among the stones. Inspecting every place they can in search of a hidden button or a breakable wall. Just ahead was Meta Knight, holding a small scanner. It only detects the energy of nearby objects, making it handy for finding illusory entrances.

“Hey! Slow down!” Shouted Dedede from behind. He hopped up along the cliffside, brushing down his gown of debris. Pressed close to his robes was Kirby, resting against his chest in a sling. The pink puffball was awake, but nobody wanted to risk the two falling, so Meta Knight let him borrow a cloth to ensure the safety of both on the journey. Kirby seemed quite content being carried with no work on his part. Perhaps even a bit smug.

“Must you be a diva about this? You can catch up with us easily if you move faster.” Meta Knight called out.

“I know, I got the strength, but I am a king! I have an image ta maintain! And I’d rather not have it be one with dirt in the robes!”

Meta Knight rolled his eyes, continuing on. Walking off as he focused on the search. Dedede groaned at this, continuing to climb as well. Bandee leaned over the side, offering a hand. Dedede accepted it, giving his thanks.

After more hopping about (and more complaining from King Dedede) they found an open cave. Somewhere in the depths, a glow of shifting purple shone through the darkness.

“There! The path inwards should be there.” Meta Knight called out. Once Bandee and Dedede caught up, the three warily entered. Kirby leaned forward towards the light. Drawn to a pleasant aura.

Soon enough, they came upon it. A glowing barrier of sparkling blues, pinks, and purples. Swirling about like the waters of a river. Twinkling like a midnight sky. It occupied the whole cavern, from top to bottom.

“Well… I think we all know what our only option is.” Kirby suddenly spoke up with excitement. Dedede tensed, at the ready.

“Absolutely.” Bandee began. “Try to find a way around-”

“Let's touch it!” Kirby shouted, scrambling to get out. He was promptly shoved back into his place in the sling by a hand.

“Oh no you don’t, you little nutball! You’ve got a bug! Let the rest of us touch the creepy magic barrier.”

Kirby huffed in irritation, pouting as he sank into the sling.

Dedede turned to the barrier once more, alongside the others. Slowly approaching until they were right next to it. The magic boundary swirled with energy, radiating so intensely that they could feel it without even touching. It was almost soothing. Dedede had to press Kirby’s arm down to prevent him from touching it.

“I’ll test it.” Bandee said, moving to have their spear pointed at it. They pulled back… and lunged!

The spearhead went right through it. Upon pulling it out, it was unchanged. They tried twice, thrice… Still, nothing about the spear changed. Wholly untouched.

“Maybe it only affects creatures. Test it.” Meta Knight said.

Bandee nodded, slowly approaching it. They sucked a deep breath. Whipping their hand through the barrier… Untouched. Even when Meta Knight inspected, there was nothing, not even the slightest mark. It’s like nothing even happened. King Dedede copied Bandee soon after. Still nothing.

“Bahahahah! Looks like someone forgot ta turn on their security! If everythin’ else is as easy as this, gettin’ ta that shaman will be a cakewalk!” Dedede laughed aloud.

“Cake…” Kirby whispered, licking his lips. Needing to shake his head before being too lost in the thought. Bandee and Dedede with Kirby walked on through. Kirby humming contentedly upon passing. Hesitantly, Meta Knight dipped his hand into the barrier.

He flinched the second he touched. It shocked him! What is causing this barrier to leave the others to be unaffected, but not him?

“Look who’s the slow poke now!” Laughed King Dedede, grinning back at Meta Knight’s hesitation. Oblivious of the circumstances.

Meta Knight growled to himself. Guess they’re better at hiding the sting. He jumped through, struggling to suppress a shiver from the jolt that burned throughout his body. He shook it off and sprinted up to the others.

“What made you hesitate, Sir Meta Knight?” Bandee asked, concern apparent.

“... Nothing.” He said simply.

“He’s probably just bein’ a nervous nancy again. You know how he is with new things.” King Dedede made a devious grin towards Meta Knight. “Like that time I showed him fish cakes for the first time and-”

“SHUSH!” Meta Knight’s wings flared out, as if wanting to spring on the king. Dedede only laughed at the display.

“... you jumped ten feet in the air.” Kirby finished.

Meta Knight took to the air, hovering in Kirby’s face. “Hush up!” He growled. “If you weren’t so ill and injured, I would slap you this instant!”

“Would you?” Kirby said, grinning while looking him dead in the eyes.

Meta Knight stared back. Yellow clashing with blue. The two remained locked for a long moment.

Finally, Meta Knight turned away. Taking a deep breath and landing on the ground again. Clearing his throat, he slipped his wings back under his cape. Returning to the stern, calm demeanor he is well known for. Kirby settled back into his sling once more, satisfied and beaming with confidence.

“Now, let us refrain from distractions. We’re on an urgent mission.” Meta Knight said with finality as he began heading down the cave.

Dedede leaned down near Bandee, “I think he just wants me ta not spill any more embarrassin’ stories ‘bout him.” This earned a chuckle from Kirby, while Bandee merely gave an unamused expression.

“I heard that!” Meta Knight called back. Dedede shrugged, satisfied with his mischief.

Uniting together, they moved forward into the caverns. The stone walls became ancient architecture lined with torches, roots hugging the walls and draping from the ceiling. Meta Knight could feel something was amiss… but what?

 

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Within a quiet sanctuary, preserved beyond measure, was a strange chandelier that hung low to the ground. Crystals embedded in the roots of plantlife. All was quiet… until one began to flash and let out a call of some sort. Beckoning a bird-like person close. Their necklaces of charms and gems rattled as they approached.

“They have come at last! Finally! I was wondering where those fiends were. I’m not going down without a fight.”

Notes:

This turned out WAAAAY longer than originally. All because I wanted to add a scene with Meta Knight and his brothers interacting. I always suprise myself with how long these things can get. Anyways, hope you enjoyed Meta being a silly doofus! It's fun to write such a serious character being silly!

Edit: Sorry about the small rewrite. I wasn't super satisfied with the unarmored designs I went with in the original version. Felt too normal. After some time to cultivate some better ideas, I felt like I had to change this up. Especially since this is part of the larger AU now.

Chapter 4: Roots of Knowledge

Notes:

Reaching the heart of the library proves to be difficult, but nothing the four of them can't handle. Even with one of them being a sick passenger.

TW: 2nd person self hatred

The four made their way through the aged halls, cracked with roots emerging and crawling along the stone. The architecture was familiar, having seen enough of the Ancients’ work to be able to spot it, such as the lights that seemingly had nothing fueling them. A clear sign of magic based lights, as often found in architecture made by the Ancients. None of them knew much about the details of the place, scarcely able to glean more than that it was once cherished, but no longer is. However, there was an aura about the place that most places on Dreamland don’t have. Like many remnants of the ancient past that still stand, it somehow stood resilient to Popstar’s unusual, ever shifting geography. Though overgrown, that was all they were: a bit worn down. Otherwise, it was as if they remained untouched. Perhaps the strange energy in the air was an enchantment to ensure the buildings didn’t become distorted, nor the information inside lost. Perhaps the Ancients saw their end approaching and sought to protect the most valuable places they had. Or perhaps the very dreams of the Ancients had settled into these walls for so long that the structures could not be altered by the dreams of others.

Of course, Kirby didn’t concern himself with such ideas. Humming his little ditty as he laid within the sling while the rest walked along the passages. Content and comfortable as could be.

Meta Knight found it difficult to tell if he should be worried or not. It could just be Kirby being their usual silly self, or they could be delirious with sickness. Their inclination for impulsivity makes it difficult to tell as well. Then again, he has a tendency to overthink stuff like that. Kirby has always been impulsive and strange. This is far from the first time their behavior has made Meta Knight question their state of mind…

“Hey… Isn’t it a bit weird how empty the place is?” Bandee noted.

Meta Knight snapped out of his staring. “Oh, right. The surroundings… Yes… It is quite strange now that you mention it.” Normally there is someone hanging around or people talking. Or there was at least something around in an area. For whatever reason, this place was devoid of creatures. Not even a single foe to fight. There was mostly just plantlife littering the area, with maybe the rare insect hopping about. Fortunately, the riveting stimulation of halls, halls, and more halls was coming to an end.

Eventually, they came upon a room. In the center was a fountain. Still streaming water somehow, despite the vines that wrapped around it. Lined along the walls, high up, were six statues of winged serpents. Each had a star chiseled into their heads, their eyes equally vacant. As they passed the fountain, Dedede stopped to lean over it.

“Think this would be good ta drink from?” He said, looking down at Kirby.

“I wouldn’t suggest that. The water seems contaminated, has been here for untold ages, and likely hasn’t been cleaned for quite some time. It’s likely teeming with all sorts of pathogens.” Meta Knight said, narrowing his eyes at the green waters. Algae infesting the bottom of the pool.

“Kirby ain’t no normie like me, Meta. He might be able ta handle this stuff.”

“I’m not sure…” Kirby said, leaning forward to see better. “That stuff doesn’t look… good…” It didn’t help that it gave him a glimpse of his tattered looks. His scar covered skin and his dulled colors. The tired, almost vacant eyes…

He shook his head, slipping into his place in the sling. “Let's try to find some bottled water or something. Maybe there’s a pop flower around here.”

Dedede shrugged, “Welp, if no one wants it…” And then he dipped his hands into the fountain water, cupping a handful.

“Wait, what are you doing!? STOP!” Bandee cried. Frantic upon seeing his king dip down to sip. Meta joining to make a cacaphonous chorus while Kirby slapped him on the arm, both hoping to dissuade the fool.

Dedede dropped the water back into the pool, letting out a laugh. “You three really keep the bar that low? Hah! Like I’d drink such nasty lookin’ stuff myself!” He boomed out, coming to a stand and shaking the droplets off his mitts.

“We wouldn’t have such low regard if you didn’t pull stunts like that.” Meta snipped.

“Please, sire, this is no time to joke…” Bandee said with a sigh.

Kirby heaved, each breath crackling with congestion. “P-plea-” Hacking intruded his trembling voice, harsh and loud. Coughing again and again into his arm. It seemed to drag on, despite only being 30 seconds. Once he was finished, lungs cleared up, his arm was covered in little black splatters.

Meta stepped closer, gaze softening. “We must avoid causing distress to Kirby. Stress will likely cause the sickness to worsen, due to its ties with dark energy.”

Dedede frowned at this, patting the pink puff on the head, “Okay, I took a step too far that time. I’ll tone it down while we’re here.”

Kirby managed to smile, nuzzling against his chest in thanks. Seeing everything at ease, the three walkers got back on their feet. Facing the other end of the hallway and leaving the fountain behind. Ready for whatever they had to face ahead.

Except for the beams blasting from above, of course.

“Ah! What’s happening!?” Bandee cried, whipping out their spear with shaking paws.

“Golems! They’re set to ambush!” Meta Knight shouted, pulling out his blade Galaxia.

Up above, the serpentine statues rumbled. Eyes and stars flashing pink. Tearing their way out of their position. Blasting a pale pink beam from their stone maws. Meta Knight and Bandee dodged and pressed back to back, weapons at the ready as three of the serpents descended upon them. The duo slashing and stabbing the statues as they blocked the beams.

Kirby nearly crawled from their seat, but King Dedede covered them with his robe. Guarding them with an arm and tanking the beams. The beams burned, but he’s handled worse. He backed away from the others, rearing his hammer in threat. The remaining three serpents followed him.

“Hey!” Kirby shouted, squirming against the fabric. King Dedede pressed them firmly against his chest. Wielding his hammer, even with one hand. The stone maws glowed bright.

He charged at them, swinging his hammer. Managing two hits. Though not at full strength, the stonework cracked from the blows. The breaking statues pulled back, opening their maws and glows increasing once more.

But one reared their head back. A beam bursting out the mouth. King Dedede raised his arm, flinching from the blast. He then swung up, smacking it in the jaw. Sending it flying. The head further crumbled upon crashing into the floor, a jewel falling out.

It didn’t get back up.

“Hey guys! Aim for the head! There’s rocks runnin’ these guys!” Meta Knight and Bandee perked, nodding to him.

Their attacks altered, aiming for the heads. Bandee pierced through a jaw, a jewel falling from its mouth. Meta Knight cut off another’s head, the glow dying away.

King Dedede smirked. He whacked one on the side of the head, knocking its glowing throat away. He slammed down on the other, crushing its head completely. The first snake turned back, head webbed with cracks. Dutifully readying a beam.

“Don’ ya know when ta give up!?” King Dedede shouted, charging once more and swinging down.

All the stone golems laid on the ground, wings splayed or sticking in the air. Returned to stillness, as stone should be.

“Great King!” Bandee shouted, Meta Knight following. Sprinting over to Dedede. “Are you okay?”

“Yep! Took a few hits, but they hardly stung!” King Dedede beamed with confidence.

“And Kirby?” Meta Knight asked.

He opened up his robe, revealing the pink puffball. He waved away the fluffy fabric.

“Did you have to do that!? I can defend myself!” He huffed at the king.

Meta stepped forward, gently scolding. “Kirby, no, not while you are sick. You’re in a vulnerable position. Although, I doubt a robe would help in defending them…” He noted with confusion.

“Was more ‘bout keepin’ a certain someone in than keepin’ whatever out.” Dedede said, pressing a hand to the puffball’s head.

“Oh. Right… the sickness.” Kirby said quietly, lowering their head.

Meta Knight said, “I must admit, this was a mishap on our part this journey. We should have warned you of the importance of keeping away from battle. A scenario such as this is inevitable on a journey, even during peaceful times.

Ailments of any kind hinder one’s capacity to accomplish things. They take energy for your body to fight, so all strengths - even in everyday tasks - are hindered and all weaknesses are heightened. And I know you have felt the fatigue. You would exhaust yourself like you did in the battle against the kibble blade. I understand you want to help us, but it is incredibly important to not throw yourself into danger on this journey. You have protected and saved us many times before. Now, it is our turn to be your protectors.” Meta Knight pressed a fist to his chest and stood firmly straight. Gazing up at them with devotion.

Kirby smiled as his cheeks flushed a darker pink. “Awww… You got such a way with words, Mety! Alrighty then, I’ll stay here until the danger stuff is over.”

Meta Knight nodded, giving a grin, obvious even with the mask on. Bandee smiled alongside him, setting his spear straight up with similar resolution. Dedede let out a relieved sigh.

“GAH!” A pink blast hits Meta Knight, knocking him over. Barely stifling a groan as pink currents sparked around him.

“METY!” Kirby cried. Their eyes trailed to the source. The snake head Meta Knight cut off still glowed, energy building up once more.

A wildfire ignited. “LEMME AT ‘EM!” They roared out, lunging out of the sling.

“Kirby, no!” King Dedede shouted, grabbing them midair. He had to keep his grip firm around the puffball, who had devolved to rage filled screams. Snarling with bared fangs as they flailed in his grasp.

“I got it!” Bandee charged at the head, stabbing it on the snout with his spear. It halted the glow, forcing it to recharge. They wedged their spear into the star crevice and pressed into the crystal at the center, causing it to pop out. Soaring through the air until it fell on the stone earth with a gentle plink. The glow dying away at last with nothing utilizing it.

Kirby heaved for air, glaring at the lifeless statue head. Ceasing his battle against the grip around him. After a long moment of silence, he shook his head, coughing out. Dedede pulled him close, slipping him into the sling without difficulty. The puffball sank into it until he could hardly be seen.

Meta Knight shook off the hit, coming to a stand. “K-Kirby, are you alright?”

They didn’t respond. Keeping their focus away from him. Trying to further hide within the sling.

“Hey, Kirb? You there?” Dedede asked, softer than usual.

“Yeah, fine enough…” He finally said with a weak voice.

Bandee said, “You don’t sound okay. B-but if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine! We’re always here to help you if you need anything! Just say the word and we’ll be there for you, alright?” The only sign that they were heard by him was a quiet “okay” from the sling.

Dedede focused on another, “What ‘bout you, Meta? Looked like a hard blow.”

“I’ll be fine. Nothing too serious.” He assured. When the beam had struck him while his guard was down, it felt like his back was pierced by a burning spear. But after some time to recover, all that was left was a small tingle.

“Are you sure? I can check just in case.” Bandee said.

“I have recovered, the wound does not hurt now. We must get to the shaman before his ailment gets worse.” And he charged ahead before anyone could stop him.

Dedede sighed, shaking his head. He gestured for Bandee to follow, and the two went after Meta.

The next room was nearly identical to the previous room, except it had stone pedestals instead of a fountain. The pedestals lined the walls, with the winged serpent statues coiled atop. They were identical to the previous ones.

Bandee readied their spear, “More of those snake golems. Maybe we should try to take them out before they try to ambush us?”

Meta Knight hummed in thought, Galaxia at the ready. “There is a good chance that they will activate if we try… But if it reduces the number of enemies we have to deal with, then we can at least give it a try.”

“I’m open for whatever! What’s the plan, little man?” Dedede said eagerly, rearing up his hammer.

Bandee said, “A simple one. Get close when they’re not active and take advantage of their idle stasis to strike them in the head. It should be easier to get finishing blows with them inactive. Just try not to cross the middle area, that’s how they activated last time.”

Meta Knight nodded, “A sound plan from all speculation. Let us test it now.” All nodded, and Kirby ducked into his sling. Bandee approached close to the middle section of the room. Approaching from the side with careful steps. King Dedede sneaked from the front of a nearby one, gripping his hammer and raising it above his head. Meta Knight approached another close by one, Galaxia raised and glowing with energy.

The statues awakened. Glowing with their maws opening up. Bandee managed a strike from below, their chosen serpent blasting elsewhere and exposing its chin more openly to them. Meta Knight hopped up, dodging the beams and swinging down on it. The statue split in two, crystal clattering to the ground. King Dedede hopped to the side, narrowly missed by the blasts. Rearing his hammer with both hands and smacking it in the face. It was enough to make it crumble.

The remaining stone serpents slithered off their pedestals. Charging with their throats glowing. Wings flaring open upon entering shot range.

But the three stood their ground. Weapons at the ready as they rushed to battle. Swinging, slicing, stabbing with precision. The battle was not long. The stone golems were quite predictable. A hit or two from their weapons and the golems went down easily. None even taking a hit from the fight this time.

Meta Knight and Bandee scanned the surroundings. Checking for both dangers and secrets. King Dedede was busy petting Kirby to comfort the pink puff, who kept his gentle hand pressed against them.

“Hey! There's a vent over here! Or a hole of some kind, anyway.” Bandee called out. Meta Knight came in an instant, kneeling down and checking. At floor level yet out in the open was a large, rectangular hole that led to elsewhere. There was a faint breeze blowing from it.

“I feel your first guess is likely correct. It is certainly similar to other ancient forms of vents I have seen, and we are in an environment where this is likely necessary. The underground tends to not have as much circulation, even with measures such as this.” The others nodded with the sentiment.

The three decided to move on from the room. It was similar as the other two, with the statues of the same nature resting high up once more. Looking down upon them. Waiting for the chance to pounce. At the center of the room were two larger, more elaborate statues. It was a portrayal of Dynablade and Fantasia in stone form. Dynablade, the large bird of metallic feathers, had her wings spread open; looking down upon them with judgment. Fantasia, the giant sea snake with a mane of scales, coiled around Dynablade with her tongue flicking out; testing whoever came near.

“Dynablade and the Fantasia Serpent?” Bandee said, tilting at the sight of the statues.

“Any clue what this means, Meta?” King Dedede turned to Meta Knight.

“I suspect that whatever lies ahead is considered invaluable or sacred to the ancient people who built this place. Perhaps both, even. We must be getting close to the heart. I would suggest erring on the side of caution with the central statues. They very well could be golems set to attack as well.”

King Dedede nodded, “Alright then… How are we gonna get past them, though? We got more of those snake statues too!”

“I doubt we can sneak past them.” Bandee said. “We don’t know how they work either, so there's not much we can do about that. What are we supposed to do?”

Everyone scanned the surroundings. Nothing in particular was out of place. The place was overgrown, yet desolate.

Meta Knight spoke, “We will just have to try to take out some of the golems before they activate again. This time, from a distance.”

The others nodded. Kirby being gently encouraged to tuck away into his sling. Though they were shifting uncomfortably, they ducked into it anyway.

King Dedede, Bandee, and Meta Knight each picked a target and readied their weapons. Eyes trained on a target. There was a pause, their bodies glowing with energy…

And attacks flew. A beam sliced a statue in two, a spear pierced a head and caused it to shatter, and a hammer completely demolished any semblance of an upper body on another statue.

…

None of the statues moved.

King Dedede laughed, “Some guardians these guys are! They ain’ even budgin’ after their buddies got clobbered!”

“Of course they are not reacting.” Meta Knight said. “They are golems. Hunks of stone given the ability to move and act with magic. Clearly, whoever made these guardians had limited skills when it came to designing them.”

Bandee took their spear from the rubble, “Well, since they’re not active still, let's take advantage of that! We can take out the others!”

Meta Knight nodded, focusing one of the intact statues and readying his blade.

“Wait, my hammer!” King Dedede shouted. It had fallen to the middle of the room.

“Uh… Sorry, my King. Looks like you’ll have to wait a bit before you can grab it again. Do you want me to wait with you?” Bandee said. He hugged his weapon close as he looked up at his king.

The king gave a grin, stroking Kirby on the head. “Nah, it's fine. Go ahead an’ take out the statues. Someone needs ta keep an eye on the lil’ pudgeball.” I’d rather not stand around while you guys are doin’ all the cool stuff, though…

Bandee nodded, turning back towards the rest of the room and finding a golem to target. He reared his spear back, glowing with his weapon honed on his target.

“I feel you.” Kirby mumbled to Dedede, as though he heard his thoughts.

Dedede turned to them, “You holdin’ up alright there?”

“Yeah…”

He gave a sympathetic grin, “Sucks you can’t join an’ help?” Two more statues crumbled to the ground. Bandee went and took a seat on a large rock, politely watching Meta Knight.

Kirby let out a melancholic sigh as he pressed his cheek against the sling. Giving a small nod. The two watched as Meta Knight took out the last of the statues. The area now a field of rubble of a battle prevented, safe and sound.

But then the central statues glowed. Eyes and throats shining as they let out war cries. Their voices were similar to the creatures they were based upon: the stone Dynablade letting out a screech while the stone Fantasia Serpent bellowed notes like an organ. Yet they sounded off, like distant memories. Meta Knight leaped into the air, making a beam and slashing the Fantasia golem. The statue shook off the hit, turning to him.

“Run! Get your weapons! I’ll distract them!” He called out, circling over the statues. Swiping at them with his blade. Bandee and King Dedede sprinted as fast they could, Kirby hiding away into his sling from the sudden battle. Bandee snatched his spear as he made his way around the stone duo. Searching for an optimal position.

The Dynablade golem turned towards the running figures. Opening its beak with its throat glowing a bright pink. But a sword of golden metal jabbed into the golem’s head, causing the bird to stagger and cutting its attack off. Forcing it to ready the blast anew. This time, with its sights on Meta Knight.

Finally, with Bandee and King Dedede brandished, the two kept distance. Taking opposite sides of the statues. At once, they rushed in. Throwing their weapons. A hammer slamming into a serpent’s head and a spear jabbing into a bird’s beak.

Both shook off the attack, cracks webbing across the impact. The serpent opened its maw with its scale mane raising like hackles, its throat glowing bright. Almost blinding. The bird spread its wings, flapping mightily and blowing the little waddle dee away. Shaking off the spear. It turned towards the knight again, opening its beak with a shining throat.

Meta Knight dodged. Evading with a mid-air spin and rearing his blade. King Dedede lowered, raising both of his arms. The beam struck dead in the center of the cross. A grunt escaped his throat, his body freezing from the sudden burning against his arms. The heat turned into a warm wave that flowed throughout his body. It was strangely familiar and pleasant. Pink crackled around his body like lightning.

Kirby peeked from his bundled swaddle. Feeling his heartbeat rising. A growing need to move barely reigned back. Even as Dedede began to move again, standing sturdy, the urge refused to leave him be.

You must join. You have to fight. A voice inside Kirby demanded.

But I’m sick! What am I supposed to do? Jump in and pass out? Kirby retorted in thought.

Something. Anything. Anything besides sitting there like some lazy, selfish brat.

I can’t help that I’m not well! I need to rest. The last fight I was in was a disaster…

You could at least try. Kirby shook their head, sinking deeper into the sling and balling up. Trying to remind themself that they were weak right now, they were frail. They couldn’t stress their friends out with another reckless leap.

And yet, the dark voice within themself growled at them with unrestrained cruelty. Growing louder and more commanding as they tried to refuse. They pressed their paws to their ears, but it didn’t make the voice any quieter. All they could do was whimper under the degradation.

And then they fell into a cough. Hacking into their arm. Black fluid speckled their skin again… It was enough for the voice to quiet down.

On the field, Bandee, Meta Knight, and King Dedede dodged as best they could. The king tanked blows when he had to, but the pain was chipping away at him. Bruised by slams and pecks. Even so, he was careful to never let Kirby take a scratch. He stuck to running, clutching his hammer and waiting for an opportune opening. Meta Knight flew above their heads, swooping down to slash at them. He got nipped by a beak and a beam grazed a wing, but he was mostly unharmed.

Bandee threw another spear. Lodging into a set of cracks in the giant serpent statue’s head. The serpent hardly looked, swinging its tail his way. He easily hopped over it.

He stood there, waiting for any other attacks towards him. But the golems were intent on attacking King Dedede and Meta Knight.

Bandee huffed. He was tough! He can fight! He’s been attacking again and again, and he barely gets a glance most times! What makes him not worth the attention?

Wait a second. They’re not paying attention to me. I can use this! Grinning to themself, they ran over to the serpent and hopped onto its back. No reaction still. Perfect! They glanced around, checking the surroundings of means to climb. The serpent wasn’t an option due to its smooth body, but they didn’t need to take that path. Watching the bird golem as its wings lowered nearby.

They leaped, latching the moment a wing was close enough. Taking a deep inhale as they looked behind. Eyes intent on the spear.

Meta Knight spotted Bandee, and slashed at the serpent some more. Flying over to the bird golem, hovering just above its head.

“Over here! Come and get me!” Meta Knight called out. The serpent shifted, making it just a touch closer to the bird. The bird golem noticed his voice above, looking up and raising its wings.

It was just what they needed. Letting go, Bandee flew until they landed on the stone serpent’s head. Recognizing there was something on itself, the serpent golem shook its head. Bandee was quick to latch to the many stone scales that made up its mane. Clinging on as they whimpered.

You can do this, you can do this! Bandee said to themself. Opening their eyes once the shaking had ended. Their spear was only a foot away.

They just had to run.

Clenching a paw, they sucked in a breath and charged. Paws held forward until they managed to latch onto it. It was lodged good into the stone, but they could wiggle it around.

So they started to pull back. Using it as leverage to dislodge at least part of the serpent’s head. The serpent golem let out a roar, beginning to flail. Causing Bandee to lose his footing and dangle in the air. He held on with all his might. Even as colors whirled about, he managed to cling.

A slam resounded through the field. The two golems had slammed against one another. The bird stumbled back, struggling to keep its balance. The serpent shook its head, pausing to recalibrate itself.

Bandee took their chance. Grounding against the stone serpent, they heaved back. Breathing deeply as they pulled with all their might, limbs flexing under the strain. Grunting as the wood of their spear bent under their strength. The fissure widening.

Bandee let out a guttural scream as the stone finally split away. The upper jaw splitting away, exposing the massive pink jewel in its head. Bandee hopped onto the lower jaw remaining and smacked the stone. Sending it twirling through the air until it lodged into the rubble. The light finally faded away.

The stone bird shook off being struck by its companion statue, screeching once more. Now standing alone.

A hammer slammed into its leg, causing it to bow and halt. King Dedede leapt up high, slamming his full weight onto its head. Causing a thousand fissures to form and stone to dislodge. Meta Knight came forth, holding out a hand. The stone shifting and rising to his silent command. King Dedede hopped off, making way for Meta Knight as he lifted the rubble. Tossing them aside and exposing the central gem. Meta Knight dived on it, whacking it from its place with his blade.

Both statues froze. The leg of the bird statue gave out, tipping over. The serpent halted in an awkward position, teetering towards the ground.

Bandee took advantage of the generous gap of time and leapt. Focus honed on the ground and steeling himself. Ready for impact.

Meta Knight caught him before the earth could.

“Are you alright Bandee?” He said, gingerly lowering to the ground.

Bandee turned to the knight upon being released, resting his spear upright. “I am thanks to you, Sir Meta Knight!” He turned to King Dedede, frowning as he ran up to him. “My King! Are you alright? You have a lot of wounds!”

Dedede rested his hammer to his shoulder. “Been in worse shape.” He tugged at the sling, peeking at the pink puff inside. “You alright there little buddy? You didn’ get hit, did you?”

Slowly, the fabric shifted. Kirby dragging himself from his cocoon. Coughing into his arm.

“Fine enough…” He managed with a hoarse voice. Meta Knight hummed in concern, pressing a hand to his chin.

Bandee spoke up, “Maybe it’s not a good idea to have Kirby close to us when in combat. It’s pretty risky on all of us since we’d have to defend them, and it puts Kirby in danger too. As much as I want to keep them close…”

Kirby suddenly stood up, “W-wait! I can be helpful! I can… I can…” As he stammered out barely formed thoughts, he scanned his surroundings. His insides burned and pounded. Eventually, he began to crumple.

He can’t think of anything. He couldn’t really fight. He couldn’t even handle a kibble blade! And those guys are usually easy! Any attack he tries will come out as soft as a pillow half-heartedly thrown from a foot away. He can’t even use his inhale, as even standing there and talking was wearing him out. His inhale takes more energy in comparison. Normally, that’s not a problem, he practically has boundless energy. But that’s on a normal day. He was in a very, very strange situation where he’s always tired and feels more frail than poorly made glass.

Still, he looked around. Hoping maybe he could find something. A miracle fruit, a super ability, some miraculous item that could save his hide and let him stay close. He did not want to be alone.

“Hey, easy easy.” King Dedede said gently. “We’re not leavin’ you ‘round here. You won’ be left far from us. Just a bit aways. Like a hidey hole or somethin’, probably some rubble we find ta keep ya safe an’ hidden from attacks.”

Kirby grabbed his robe, clinging to it. “Promise you’ll stay close?”

He pressed a hand to their head, “That’s a promise!”

Meta Knight stepped forward, “I must admit, my liege, Bandee makes a good point. It is clear having Kirby while on the battlefield has been causing issues in your ability to fight. Your focus is split between your opponent and keeping them safe. As for your suggestion, it seems the most optimal. We cannot leave them by themself in this place, it’s too dangerous here. Anything could happen. The best we can do is hide them when danger arrives and try to predict danger when we can. Not only that, I made a recent discovery that only further pushes me to this conclusion.”

“What might that be?” Bandee asked with brows raised.

“During the battle, I’m sure you noticed you were not being targeted, Bandee.”

They nodded, “Yep! That’s how I managed to get on the head of the Fantasia golem without much pushback.”

“But they had their sights on me, too! What makes me an’ you a prime target for those stone freaks an’ not Bandee? Can those guys detect the beef in us?” Dedede said, showing off a bicep. Kirby rolled his eyes at the king.

“Perhaps. But I believe I have a more likely reasoning for that. Need I remind you who it is you’re carrying in that sling?” Meta said.

Dedede raised a brow Meta Knight’s way, “I mean, sure. I know I’m carryin’ Kirby. How can I forget?”

He nodded, “Indeed, you are carrying Kirby. And there is a major commonality between us: we are both void born creatures. Specifically, we are both posi. Whatever the reason that me and Kirby are being targeted, it is clear that there is something about us that the golems are set to detect. If Kirby is hidden away, not only would it protect them, but it will likely make the golems less interested in attacking you.”

King Dedede hummed, then let out a light huff. “You make a good point. Thoughts on all this, little gumball?” He asked the pink puff.

Kirby gave a weak smile, “I’ll be fine. I can handle keeping distance for a little bit. It’s for the best, anyway. I’m sick. You should probably keep your distance. I heard that’s what people usually do when someone gets sick, anyway.” He sat back down in the sling, taking a deep breath and settling in. Receiving a pat on the head from Dedede. For some reason, it didn’t feel as comforting as before.

With everyone in agreement, the three marched forward. Weapons in hand and at the ready. Moving to the next room.

Which also happened to be the first room they entered, fountain still flowing and debris still scattered. And then returned to the second room. Still a mess, like the first. Then the third repeated, same as the rest. Then they cycled back to the first after walking in a continuous straight line.

“Okay, somethin’ is up with this place!” King Dedede snapped, looking around. “Obviously, we’re goin’ in circles! Somethin’ is stoppin’ us from movin’ forward!”

“I am inclined to agree, my King.” Meta Knight said. “Something very strange is happening. It’s clear that whoever built this place went far to ensure no one would come closer to what lies at the end.”

“How’re we supposed ta progress now!? We gotta get ta that library!”

“Can we even leave?” Bandee asked.

A cold silence fell. Meta Knight and King Dedede turned to one another, realization in their eyes. Kirby only sank into his sling, hiding from view.

“Uh, s-sorry, that was a dumb question. Forget I said that!” Bandee fumbled out, breaking the silence.

“No. It is a very good question. This situation has me questioning the integrity of the environment. If we cannot move forward, it is possible our way out is compromised as well. There is only one way to see for sure.” Meta Knight declared, pulling out a small device from his cape.

King Dedede and Bandee nodded, brows furrowing in worry. They turned around, walking back the way they came. Heading through one room, then another room, and then another, and another…

They halted, realization falling upon them.

“We’re stuck here, aren’ we?” King Dedede finally said.

“It seems so, I’m afraid.” Meta Knight said, holding up the small machine in his hand, checking the readings. “From what can be detected, the environment is being manipulated with magic, much like the golems. It’s being used to ensure we remain stuck in here, cycling through these three rooms.”

Bandee trembled, “S-so… We’re stuck? For good? W-what do we do!? We can’t get to the shaman and we can’t leave! How are we supposed to help Kirby recover!? How are we going to survive!? There’s hardly anything here!”

“Calm down, Bandee.” Meta said, approaching to press a hand to their shoulder. “We must not panic. It will only cloud our mind of any solutions to this predicament.”

“B-but-”

“Easy, Bandee. We’re here for you. C’mere.” Dedede said softly. The waddle dee ran up to their king, gently scooped up into his arms. Dropping their weapon upon being embraced. Set against his shoulder as he gently pat them on the back. “We’ll get through this. We always do. Just take some deep breaths.”

Hidden in his sling still, Kirby listened. Guilt sinking to the pit of his stomach.

Look at what you’ve done. A voice within him hissed. You’ve caused so much needless stress.

It’s not my fault I’m sick. Kirby thought. Weakening from battling himself again and again.

Sure, you didn’t make yourself sick, but you also could have done better. You could have stayed home and called someone to help take care of you the moment you felt off. None of this would be happening if you had not been such a coward.

I didn’t want to bother anyone. I thought it wasn’t serious…

It is now. And now your friends are probably going to die because of your idiocy. It’s all your fault.

“Okay… I’m good now. Thank you, Dedede.” Bandee said, intruding on Kirby's thoughts. He honed in as much as possible.

“No problem. Anytime.” Dedede said. “So… Now what? We ain’ got much we can really do ‘round here.”

“There is something we can try. One of us can try to crawl through the vent.” Meta Knight’s words caught Kirby’s interest. Carefully slipping out and spotting the vent in question.

“Go crawl in there? I don’ exactly fit…” Dedede said.

Meta shook his head, “No, certainly not. Likely, either me or Bandee will crawl through it and see where it leads.”

I could crawl through it. Sprang to Kirby’s mind, staring at the vent. No one was paying attention. He wasn’t bound to Dedede's chest. It’s not like going through a vent is all that dangerous. He could easily slip through it, find whatever’s at the end, and slip back without much trouble… But should he really?

If you’re going to be dead weight on the team, the least you can do is crawl through that vent and get to the source of all this. The sharp voice returned, grumbling at him for hesitating. Then your sorry excuse of an existence has a purpose beyond being a useless sack of rotten potatoes.

He couldn’t find a reason to fight the voice this time. Caving into the demand, he leapt out from his place in the sling. The others cried out, called for his return, but he charged on. Dodging all attempts to catch him and slipping into the vent. He had to do this… He had to.

“Hold on, I’ll follow him!” Bandee said. Slipping into the vent soon after.

Meta Knight tried to crawl in as well, wings flapping in their struggle to settle, but King Dedede grabbed him.

“What are you doing!? We need to get him back! He could be in grave danger!” Meta Knight cried, his wings trembling in the king’s grasp as he squirmed for escape.

“No, Meta, we can’t crowd the vents. Too many people an’ it might cause problems. They’re old. Plus, they need someone on the outside in case somethin’ goes wrong in there.” King Dedede said.

Meta Knight halted, no longer fighting the king’s grasp. But his wings never retreated, still a faint tremor in the limbs. Whimpering as he stared at the vent. Dedede pressed the knight close, who turned around and clung to his robes like a baby bat. The king gently patting him on the back.

Kirby… What’s goin’ on with you? Dedede thought.

 

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“Kirby! Get back here! You’re going to get hurt!” Bandee called out, crawling through the snaking stonework.

Kirby hesitated a moment… but continued on. Silent as he turned this way and that through the cramped spaces. Bandee’s calls did little to hinder him. The two made their way until they arrived at a room.

“What… is this place…?” Bandee said to themself, scanning their surroundings.

The place was somehow more overgrown than the passages before. Not only that, but the place was disorganized. Items were scattered everywhere, often pierced through or wrapped up in plant life, degraded beyond recognition. On the other side of the room were more roots tangled on what looked like machinery. They made a rough hum, like a tired engine. Right on the machinery, glowing with a pale blue light like an angler fish, was a blue button with a star inside it.

Kirby was heading straight for it, giggling with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Kirby!” Bandee shouted in frustration. “Do you ever think about things even once before trying them!?”

Kirby hummed, tapping their paw on their chin. “Fine. I’ll tell you my line of thought about all of this.” He turned back to the button, walking towards it. “Do I know anything about this place? Nope!

Do I know what that button will do? Nada!

Could it activate something that might hurt me? Maybe!” Kirby halted beside the button, turning back to the waddle dee with a grin. Bandee glanced between him and the button. Shuffling on their feet as they checked the surroundings.

“Now, with all that we know, am I still going to be pressing this button?

ABSOLUTELY!” And he slammed his paw on top, causing it to flatten with a click. The humming finally halted. The silence afterwards a thank you from the worn out devices.

The quiet was intruded by poles emerging from the walls and ceiling. Tipped with shimmering stones of light pink color. They began to glow a familiar pale pink.

“RUN!” Bandee screamed, kickstarting Kirby towards the vent. Rushing across the room as beams fired all around, dodging all the while. The best he could do while struggling to breathe, anyway.

Bandee, already charging across the room, rushed up to meet with him. They snatched him up and carried him above their head, bolting back towards their escape. Diligently glancing about and evading the beams. Kirby doing his best to be still, even as a cough acted up.

Bandee hopped this way and that. A graze on the foot here. A beam brushing a cheek there. Kirby had to flatten himself at one point just to avoid a blow. Still, they made it.

Bandee rolled Kirby into the vent like he was an oversized bowling ball. Rolling in with little trouble. Bandee skidded in soon after. Narrowly avoiding a beam that nipped as they left.

Coughing and laying on the stone, Kirby eventually managed to turn to Bandee. “Th-thank you. Haaah…” His lungs heaved for air. Heart pounding after just a brief sprint. There was a distant look in his eyes, disoriented still from the event.

All frustration in Bandee melted away. They pressed a paw on Kirby’s shoulder, waiting for when he managed to focus again. He felt warmer than normal. It didn’t take long, eventually shaking his head.

“Hey, are you doing okay? I have medical aid and crackers on me in case you got hit.” Bandee asked.

Kirby gave a tired smile, “No… I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

With sluggish movement, they lifted themself onto their limbs. Beginning to crawl back.

“I’m sure. We gotta get back to the others. Something’s probably changed because of that button.”

Bandee’s brow furrowed in concern, but said nothing. He followed closely behind, carefully checking Kirby as best he could. Aside from being slightly paler than before, making the feverish blush more prominent now, they otherwise were unharmed. No new marks from what he could tell.

After a bit of wandering through the cramped tunnels, they emerged at the room they had split away from. Spotting Meta clinging onto Dedede. The king busy comforting the knight.

Bandee did a final look over with Kirby, then turned to the others. “We’re both back! Kirby’s unharmed from what I can tell.”

A blur of blue leaped off Dedede. A pair of arms and wings wrapping tightly around the pink puffball.

“Mety?” Kirby said, glancing at the masked knight.

He didn’t respond, his visor pitch black. Clutching them tighter. They could feel him tremble all over.

Finally, after a long moment, the wings finally uncurled and a set of gloved hands pressed firmly on their shoulders.

“What hell were you thinking!? Do you have any idea what kind of danger you could have put yourself in!?” Meta Knight yelled.

“N… No…” Kirby said, their heart sinking to their stomach.

“Exactly! We have no clue what is in these halls! For all we know, another doomsday clockwork thing, or a monster, or some other nightmare of death is waiting for us at the end of all this! You could get hurt, even knocked down! For good! So please… just…” He pulled them close, arms and wings wrapping protectively around them once more. Giving a gentle squeeze. “Stay close… okay?”

…

Kirby’s breath hitched, “I-I’m sorry.”

Meta Knight flinched, backing away but still staying close. “Ah, I was too harsh! P-pardon’s I didn’t-”

“No… I earned that.” Kirby sniffled, wiping away a black tear. “I broke my promise. I said I wouldn't hop out again, but… I did anyway.” A sob fell from his lips as black liquid streamed out his eyes. “Why am I so stupid today?”

King Dedede approached, gently scolding. “Hey, hey! Don’ beat up my buddy like that! You have your reasons for doin’ what you did.”

Bandee nodded, coming closer and pressing a paw to Kirby’s shoulder. “Yeah! Even if it wasn’t the smartest, you did what you did for a reason. You want to share it?”

Kirby looked around. Seeing gentle, worried faces all around. Patiently waiting for his response.

Sniffling once more as he wiped his cheek, “Sure, but it’s… it’s pretty dumb.”

Bandee assured, “If it’s caused you to feel the need to break a promise and crawl through a vent, I doubt it's going to be dumb. Even if it winds up being ‘dumb’, there’s nothing wrong with that. We’ll just take steps to make sure it won’t happen again.”

A relieved sigh was set free, giving a small smile. “Thanks, Bandee.” He shifted to sit on the ground, taking a moment to think. Eventually, he looked up. “So… you know how there’s a voice in your head? One you can control and hold talks inside. Like… A conversation in your head. You guys know what I’m talking about?” The others hummed at this. Pausing to decipher his words.

“Ah, you mean the internal monologue?” Meta responded, not even needing a second to think. “That is the name for the stream of consciousness when contemplating over things. Often described just as you have: an ‘internal discussion’ of sorts with oneself. Most of these internal discussions have one or more speakers, whose voices take the sound of the person’s own voice.”

Kirby smiled brightly, “Yeah yeah! That!”

“Oh, that’s whatchu mean! Yeah, I got that. I’ve been gettin’ better at lookin’ closer at ‘em. Sometimes mine has bad ideas that aren’ really true.” King Dedede said.

Bandee nodded, “Same here! Except mine keeps worrying over what other people think… I have to remind them that sometimes it’s not helpful to worry about what others think. I’ve been getting better about it!”

Kirby tilted his head, “Is that so? Huh… Uh, anyway, my inner voice is just me. There’s one that notices stuff and tells me to be wary, and there’s another that says nice things and comforts me when I feel down. There’s more I think, but those are the two I’m worried about.” He rubbed a paw on his arm. “The wary one has been… meaner than usual. Sometimes it can be a bit harsh when I do something dumb, which I can usually handle, but it’s been saying more and more mean things. And it’s been hitting harder, too. I’ve been trying to listen to the nicer one like usual to bounce back, but… the harsh voice always has something bad to say back. It just makes me feel awful all over again.

And it’s tough because the stuff they say is… kinda true! I know I’m not very smart, but I do know when I mess up. I haven’t been very helpful today with this whole mission, for example.”

Meta Knight stepped forward, pressing a hand to his shoulder. “You do not need to provide assistance in this mission. The only way you need to help is by keeping yourself safe and getting rest.”

He pressed his paws to his head, “I know I know, but it won’t shut up about it! I’m trying! I really am! I swear it! But the voice keeps telling me to do things! And when I turn them down like I should, it tells me how bad I am for not helping like a friend should! I know most of the bad things it's saying aren’t entirely true, but it still feels true somehow! I just…” He slammed his paws against his head, black tears trickling out. “Stupidstupidstupid!”

Meta Knight was swift to intervene, touching them on a wrist, causing them to freeze. For a moment, Kirby and Meta only stared at each other. Slowly, they let down their paws. Hanging their head and choking up. Carefully, Meta pulled away and opened his arms. Kirby took the invitation in an instant, nearly toppling him from the force, pressing their face into his mask and squeezing him. He reciprocated, gently wrapping his arms around them. Stroking them on the back as they hiccuped, struggling to stifle their sobs.

“W-why am I crying? - Hc - I’ve been through worse!” And yet, they kept crying all the same. All attempts to stifle only making them burst out louder. Drowning in darkened tears. All they could do was cling and bury their face into him. Trying to ignore the raging voice as it chewed away at them.

A gloved hand on their back gradually soothed the turmoil. Carefully stroking him in a comfortable, knowing manner. It was not long before Dedede’s familiar hand touched their head, stroking their soft skin like a number of times before. Bandee’s paw pressed to their shoulder too, a reassuring touch.

Meta’s even, smooth voice broke through. “Shhhhh… Do not shame yourself for your tears. The battle of the self is a whole other trial compared to saving the world. It won’t be easy. But it is a battle worth fighting.” Upon Kirby pulling away, Meta guided their focus to him. Gently wiping away their tears. “We have your back, my dear. Your sorrow is not your weakness, but your strength. Your openness has proven to be one of your best qualities. Never forget it.” And he pulled them back into his arms again. This time, they more gently hugged back.

Kirby spoke up tiredly, “I know that. But…” He nuzzled into Meta’s mask covered cheek. Comforted by the familiar metal. Speaking in a quiet murmur, “Thank you.”

After a moment more of quiet, “Alright, time’s awastin’. You two ready ta head out?” Dedede asked firmly.

The two pulled out of the hug, Kirby giving a nod back. Meta giving one as well upon seeing their sure response. Dedede then kneeled down, opening up the sling to ensure ease of access.

Meta offered a hand to Kirby. Though they had no trouble standing on their own, they placed a paw into his gloved hand. Grinning as they were guided back. Meta lifted them back into their seat in the sling with the gentleness one would give to a delicate noble.

Once Kirby was sitting comfortably in the sling, “Thank you, my knight! Your generous assistance warms my heart so!” He said in a posh accent.

Meta Knight gave a bow, “Anything for you, my dear.”

“Oh, if only I were not so terribly ill!” He lamented, leaning back with arm raised dramatically. “But I fear even one little kiss might spread this plague to you, love! Please, for your health, we must stay apart!”

“Oh, but surely a chaste kiss upon the cheek shant hurt, should it? Surely, we could risk just this once and-”

King Dedede cleared his voice loudly, “Alright alright, cool it with the flirtin’. We know you two are gay for each other. But right now, we got a shaman ta get to!” Kirby and Bandee giggled, while Meta Knight bundled up with his cloak to hide his purple blush.

“Of course. Let us hurry along and see what has changed as a result of… whatever Bandee and Kirby have done.” Meta Knight said, straightening up. The three turned to the depths, moving towards the heart of the ruins.

Upon leaving the room, they were met with a long hall. It was lit with larger lights and decorated with more elaborate decorations than before. As if to pay respect for what laid ahead. They were not met with a room for a time.

Meta Knight checked the handheld device, which only faintly beeped. “Seems that the cycling rooms have been deactivated now.”

“Seems like we’re getting close to the heart of this place, too.” Bandee said, glancing at the architecture of the area.

“Feels like the end’s comin’ a lot sooner than our usual adventures. Normally it takes at least a week or two ta finish.” Dedede said.

Kirby laid back in his seat, “It’s not a battle against the end-times. This is just to help make sure this stupid plague doesn’t take me down. Otherwise, just regular exploring for the most part.”

Meta Knight nodded, “Indeed. I suspect that this journey is not the worst we will experience. Be on your guard, there is yet more to face.”

Everyone steeled themselves, awaiting whatever laid ahead.

Notes:

Hope you liked this monster of a chapter.

Chapter 5: Guardian of Knowledge - Butler Basilisk

Notes:

This rocky reptilian rumbler has an edge to them! Their claws are sharp and built to grip, with steel teeth to cut up their foes. On top of all that, they have the ability to shoot laser beams! Despite their battle build, they are quite dapper with the butler outfit chiseled on them. This foe guards the doors to an ancient library on Popstar, where the mysterious shaman resides. This is the final challenge to get real help for Kirby!

TW: Emesis, Nausea, Self-harm, blood mention

As they traveled the hall, three pop flowers came to view. They took the form of thick stemmed plants, similar to the roots that crawled all over the place. Petals shut in bud form. Past that was a health drink in all its dark glory, its signature yellow and red wrapped around the bottle.

“I call the pep drink!” Dedede shouted, running past the pop flowers and snatching it.

Meta Knight merely shook his head, while Bandee let out a chuckle. Both heading to the pop flowers and opening them. From them, they got two star pieces and a lush, green pumpkin. The group gathered, mulling over the gathered sustenance.

“I say we should start with the pumpkin. I think it will be a good start.” Bandee said.

Meta Knight raised a finger.

“No, Sir Meta Knight, you are not allowed to give Kirby a direct kiss.” Bandee replied without so much as a glance.

Meta stuttered, “I- wh- Who said anything about a kiss?” He tightly wrapped himself up in his cloak. Making sure his cheeks were hidden.

Bandee rolled his eyes, opening up the pumpkin and scarfing it down. Instantly causing marks to vanish. Swiftly, he pressed a peck to the knight’s cheek, then sprinted to his king and kissed his hand. Just like Bandee, those he had kissed had their markings fading away. Then he leapt up without a second to lose, managing a kiss on the pink puffball’s cheek. Kirby let out a quiet sigh. His wounds didn’t fade, but the shiver did lessen.

King Dedede cracked open the bottle, chugging the nutrient rich fluid in one breath. Licking his lips once finished. Many more wounds faded, until the last temporary scar vanished from his body. He then gave Kirby a kiss on the head, making the puffball grin once more. A small scar fading. The king moved on, distributing healing kisses to Bandee and Meta Knight.

With healing accomplished, a final check was done. Everyone who could fight was fully healed up. Their sick companion was soothed enough by the healing that she had melted into the sling. Confident now, they focused down the hall. Reaching the end.

They arrived at a room far larger than the rest. Tall pillars holding the ceiling aloft. On the other side of the room was an immense set of doors, ornately designed with star patterns. The central design was a snake coiled until its tail and mouth connected. Despite the immense size of the room, it was empty with the same stale air as every room before. The central area was entirely open, enough for something large to move freely.

“Hide Kirby.” Meta Knight commanded, eyes darting about the ceiling. King Dedede nodded, heading over to one of the nearby pillars. Untying the cloth around himself and gently setting them down.

Kirby latched to him, looking up with eyes glistening with dark tears. Whimpering with a small, frail voice. His paws clinging to the king’s robes with tiny claws.

All Dedede could do was hug him tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry, buddy. You gotta stay here.” He gently set the puffball down, stroking him on the head. “We’ll be back. Promise.”

Kirby could only watch as Dedede joined the others. Laying behind the pillar. Clinging to the cloth that once carried him.

He’ll be back… They all will be. He promised. Kirby assured himself. Bundling up in the cloth like a blanket. Shifting to lay on the floor as he listened. Listening closely to the voices of his friends nearby.

King Dedede and Bandee trailed close behind Meta Knight.

“What do you see?” The waddle dee said, clutching his spear.

The knight hummed to himself. Focusing not on what his eyes could see, but a sensor of its own category. Feeling the stone beneath his feet. Not just its stability nor the way his boots clacked with each step, but the very essence of stone. The concept was detected as a potent energy like a scent on the wind or a color upon a canvas.

All around was rock and earth. But up above, buried within the ceiling, a potent energy reached him. It was warm and bright… so much so that it made him anxious.

“Be watchful. Something is above us.” Meta Knight called to the others. They nodded, scanning the ceiling aimlessly. All three of them stepped forward slowly.

The room rumbled. The trio lowered into battle stances, weapons at the ready, as the quakes increased. Finally, the ceiling above cracked. Crumbling as a long figure emerged from above. Arriving with the might of a stampede, forcing the three to hop back. It paced in a circle as it shed the dirt from its hibernation. Lowering on all six of its lanky legs and raising its head high.

Standing tall was a golem far larger than the rest. Even the statues of Dyna Blade and the Fantasia Serpent were small compared to it, though it still fit comfortably within the large room. It had the slim build of a snake and reptilian limbs with feet built to grapple. Its head was serpentine with a feathery crest, a star carved front and center, giving it a touch of owl features while also looking like a helmet. It also was chiseled to have a butler's outfit. It had empty eyes that lit up a pale pink.

The basilisk raised its head further. Its front limbs rising off the ground and flashing its serrated metal claws. Screeching out a cacophonous nightmare of a hiss. Exposing a mouth full of sharp fangs made from steel.

“We’ve made it ta the final showdown!” King Dedede said, wielding his hammer with a smirk.

“It may be large, but it doesn’t stand a chance against the three of us together!” Bandee pointed their spear towards the giant basilisk.

“Let this battle be swift.” Meta Knight said firmly, wielding his blade Galaxia.

It turned to the trio, swinging its claws at them. The king and waddle dee hopped away while the knight leaped above, wings springing out to elevate towards the ceiling as he circled the Butler Basilisk. Catching the golem’s focus.

All at once, the three made their strike.

A golden blade lunged towards the head. The maw bared its teeth right as he got close, forcing him to retreat from the snapping jaws. Slash! Not without leaving a small cut at the tip of its snout.

Slam! A hammer plowed into one of the elevated legs, shoving the heavy stone with its force. Cracks rippling down to the ankle.

Shnk! A spear lodged into the opposing leg, near where the joint was. It did not affect the moment of the limb, but it did form a thin seam.

The basilisk turned towards the two grounded figures. Blank eyes scanning. Calculating the collective damage. Who did what. The next best possible move. All accomplished within a split second.

“MY KING!” Bandee cried.

He moved too late. King Dedede was snatched up. Raised up into the air by a limb with a spear sticking out of the joint.

“OH COME ON!” The king shouted, squirming in the claws. Arms pinned to his body by firm stone. Further dissuaded by the serrated steel claws that cut into him. Bandee whimpered. Unable to do anything besides bounce on his feet.

The basilisk turned towards Meta Knight once more. He had been circling the Butler Basilisk. Watching its movements. Continuing his path as the stone basilisk trained on him.

“Energy levels flaring. It’s preparing a blast.” Galaxia warned right as it gaped, the mouth becoming blindingly bright. The knight spotted something… an opportunity.

He twisted midair, diving toward the gleaming maw. Awaiting its full charge. He had to squint against the glow as he neared a set of serrated steel teeth. Blinking through the light as he neared ever closer to it.

In a split moment, he bolted down. The beam of pale pink light blasting at the rock ceiling instead for a long several seconds. The once cold stone glowed for a second longer before cooling. Still leaving a mark, as if scorched.

The limbed serpent looked down. One of its limbs had been severed, leaving a cracked stump behind. The fallen remains now little more than rocks on the ground. The only remnant that the fallen boulders once formed a limb was the reptilian-esque foot. The stone basilisk was swift to pull its other limb close, now missing the spear in it. Holding tight still to King Dedede. Even as he was squirming harder against its grip.

“Bandee!” The knight called out, throwing the spear at their feet. They were swift to notice, taking it back into their paws. Turning to the stone basilisk and pointing the sharp tip towards it.

The serpent lowered on four legs. Staring right at the spear wielding waddle dee, opening its jaws to show the razor sharp teeth.

Bandee glared back. Position set for anything. Weapon trained towards the five limbed serpent.

The light inside it flared as it began to charge. Hissing as its claws dug into the ground, stomping its way towards the waddle dee. Maw opening wide as it neared.

Bandee was swift to roll away. Whipping back around to leap up and jab their spear into the serpent.

The spearhead wound up back in the same, cracked limb. The crevice growing larger. Bandee clutched the spear with all his might, keeping his eyes open as he awaited for the basilisk to halt its charge.

Meta Knight swerved, making his way behind the serpent. Clutching the golden blade tightly.

Galaxia asserted, “Analysis complete. The head contains high heart energy readings. No other energies found. Remove the power source, and the golem should cease all functions.”

“An attack from behind should allow a good blow on the head.” Meta Knight replied, honing on the pink glow as it lifted.

“Watch for the-” The knight was smacked on the wing before Galaxia could finish. Gasping and flapping before managing to rebalance himself midair. Just in time to see a stone tail swing down on him.

“GAH!” Was all Kirby heard. Pressing into the ground while hiding behind a pillar. He had taken to carefully crawling around it to avoid the golem’s gaze. But in order to ensure he wasn’t seen, he couldn’t see for himself either. Not even a glance. Dread gnawed away at him all the while. Wondering how his friends were doing. The occasional cry of pain wasn’t exactly promising. Every yelp ignited his nerves, burning to move. He tried to delicately touch his chest with a paw, feel the rhythmic beat inside, only for the clashing nearby to crush what relief he gained. He tried to breathe, but coughs kept interrupting. Not helped that his heart was banging against his chest. The only slim relief he found was placing his paw in his mouth to nibble on it. Just a small nibble.

The shouts and cries echoed in his eardrums. The battle waging on without him. He slowly sank his teeth deeper. What was going on out there? Has the golem hurt them badly? How hurt were they? Were they on the verge of being knocked out? Were they bleeding? Were they dying!?

Dull fangs pressed into Kirby’s paw. It hurt, dragging her mind from the murky abyss. She doesn’t actually know what’s happening to them. For all she knew, they were doing really well! Just a bit hurt. She just had to trust them. Which she does. They’re her friends. They love her. Surely, they love her. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t! The reason they fight so hard is because they love her, all of her! Surely. Surely…

But just a small check on them-

No, don’t look! If you can see the golem, the golem could see you too! They told you to hide! What would they think if you failed them again? The thought sent a terrible chill down Kirby’s back. Or maybe that was just the general chill she had? Everything feels so cold with nobody holding her. She couldn’t help but shiver. The cloth she wrapped around herself was doing little to keep her warm.

“C’mon ya fake lizard! Jus’ try an’ get me!” Oh gods that was Dedede! Kirby’s mind swirled with thoughts. She can imagine it already.

Standing before the monstrous golem, the giant statue bearing claws sharp enough to slice the toughest to ribbons, was little King Dedede. Oblivious of his outclassed size and strength. (Or too desperate to prove himself to care.) The enormous golem threatens to crush him with its sheer size. And Dedede, being his blissfully ignorant self, bears his hammer despite being so woefully outmatched. He is going to be burned. Crushed. Cut to pieces. She has to do something. She has-

Kirby suddenly fell onto their side. Wracked with tremors as they curled up on the ground. Hugging their stomach. A choked whine slipping out their throat. Their insides twisting on itself as they gasped for air. When did it get so hard to breathe?

They tried to get up. But even when on all fours, they felt like they were about to topple. They could barely feel the floor, their vision blurs of greys, and their hearing was muffled like they were underwater. Even while standing perfectly still, the whole place felt like it was swaying. So they laid down again. Focusing on trying to catch their run away breathing. Even as there was a sharp, stabbing pain in their chest along with rapid, heavy pounding. It was all they could focus on. The world felt so far away.

Their stomach boiled. They pressed their paws to their mouth. Something was coming up…

WHACK! With a final swing from the king’s mighty hammer, a leg gave way. Forcing the basilisk to fall to its belly. Only two legs remained for it to stand upon.

“Haha! We’re almost through!” King Dedede cheered.

Meta Knight focused upon the golem’s head, “Only two limbs remaining, it should be vulnerable now!”

Before anyone could react, the butler-dressed basilisk screeched out. So loud that everyone was forced to flinch. It proceeded to roll, heading straight towards King Dedede and Bandee. They dashed away, not daring to look as the sound of stone snapping sounded in their ears.

“Wa!” King Dedede skidded to a halt as soon as he heard the shout. Bandee had fallen and was just starting to get up. All the while, the serpent rolled dangerously close. He rushed to their side, pulling them close as he sprinted away. The hem of his robes nearly snatched by the rolling stone.

When the sound of rolling finally stopped, King Dedede allowed himself to slow down and turn. Bandee hopped out of his arms and brandished their spear, giving a firm nod to his king before staring firmly at the false serpent. King Dedede let his arms drop. Heaving deep breaths. The stone basilisk was too close for comfort.

We’re fine. Dedede thought, taking hold of his hammer. We’re still standing. His breath steadied, grinning as he felt his strength return.

The Butler Basilisk had snapped off its two remaining limbs. All the remaining stumps similarly detached, leaving rough textures in their place. Now in a more serpentine form than before. Its butler suit was chipped yet still recognizable, head raised high and staring down with empty eyes. Still bearing the feather helmet, recognizable despite the pieces that were missing. Bellowing out a hiss too wrong to be from any real serpent.

“No fair!” King Dedede shouted. “We had you! You can’t jus’ do that!”

“No use arguing the facts, it’s already happened.” Bandee said firmly. “It’s still chipped. We just need to keep up the pressure!” He said, his spear pointed towards the serpent.

Meta Knight lunged forward, managing another slice and narrowly avoiding its maw. Dragging its focus away. Giving Bandee and King Dedede time to slam and stab its body before it tried to charge after the knight. The two dutifully followed after it, landing a final hit before it escaped their reach.

Meta turned upon reaching the end of the room. Raising his sword, causing it to shine bright.

But the golem’s focus suddenly wasn’t on him. Instead, it was staring at a pillar. Swiftly making its way and slithering up the stone column. Its gaze fixated on something below. The brief pause in the clamor was long enough for the knight to recognize a sound. Originating right where the golem’s shining maw was focused on.

Coughing.

Kirby! Meta Knight swooped down. Grabbing the pink puffball right as a beam burst forth. Blasting a black puddle instead.

“Kirby! Are you okay!?” The knight called, clutching her in his arms. She grasped back weakly, letting out a couple coughs.

“I don’t feel so good…” Kirby rasped out. Wiping away a black substance from her lips.

Meta focused ahead, picking a column and retreating behind it. Flapping as he carefully landed, slowly letting the pink puff go. Having a seat beside her as he scanned his ill companion and wrapped a wing around her shoulders.

“Kirby? How are your symptoms?” She’s shaking so much.

“I… I don’t know.” She said between gasps, voice trembling. “I-I feel-” She pressed a paw to her mouth, leaning forward.

Meta pressed a hand to her shoulder while his wing moved away. Nausea. “Try to take shallow breaths. Slow them, if you can.” Kirby followed to the letter, doing shallow but slowing breaths. Her stomach still burned, but it wasn’t about to act out… yet.

His hand gently squeezed her shoulder, “Good. Keep that going. Deepen your breathing as your stomach settles. Try to relax. I’m here for you.” The gentle, deep voice took center stage. Soothing her nerves. Her insides finally settling down. Perhaps not fully, the clamor in the background made her tense still. But it was an improvement from before.

Kirby peeled their paw from their mouth, still trembling. “Th-thanks, Mety… I’m… I’m trying. Nothing’s working, though…” They shivered, fur bristling as they hugged themself. “It’s… so c-cold…”

Meta took off a glove, pressing his own stubby paw to Kirby’s head. They were boiling to the touch. One close look at their face, and it was especially obvious. Though their colors were dull - duller than they were earlier today, now that he thinks about it - their face was flushed fuchsia.

Fever. Meta Knight concluded, swiftly putting on his armored glove again. He then took off his cloak, placing it on Kirby’s shoulders. She bundled herself in Meta’s cape, clutching it tight in her paws. The silk was smooth yet warmer than the smooth stone floor. The pocket dimension made the cape cozy, feeling more spacious and warm than the outside, so long as she kept it bundled tight. Along with it was Meta’s scent, a mix of sweat topped with a strong cologne, which stuck out compared to the dusty, earthy smell the ruins had. It was as though she was wrapped in his embrace.

“Thank you.” She said softly. Managing a tiny grin. Eyes shining bright. Meta grinned back. He moved to sit beside her-

A slam against stone sounded. “C’mon you!” “Watch out!” Catching the puffballs’ attention.

Meta Knight’s brow creased. Anxiety bubbling from within him. He stood up and turned to Kirby, grasping her shoulders.

“Kirby, I need to go.”

“W-wai-”

“I’m sorry. I will return to you.” He pulled Kirby into his arms, hugging her tight. “I promise.”

Will you? The thought echoed within Kirby. Causing her to cling tightly back. Gripping as long as they possibly could, even as Meta slowly slipped away.

Blue and yellow locked once more. Kirby staring up with wide eyes. Meta slowly stepped backwards, a thousand yearnings tucked away in the yellow glow. Though only a brief moment, it felt like an age.

Meta Knight had to shut his eyes to break the stare. Spread his wings and bolting away, blade in hand.

Kirby’s breath hitched. Hiccuping as dark tears sprung to her eyes. Slowly curling up as her internal voice returned. Cutting into her.

He is going to die.

“Sir Meta Knight!” Bandee cheered.

Before he could say anything else, Meta Knight slammed into the basilisk’s head. Sinking his blade deep into its stone skull. Gripping onto the false beast as he pulled his blade out to stab it on repeat. Continuing his attack even as the serpent began shaking its head.

“I’m guessin’ that’s a bad sign!” King Dedede said, rushing forward alongside Bandee. The hell is he doin’!?

Repercussions often hit hard. For Meta Knight, they were crushing. In that the serpent crushed him against a stone surface.

“Ugh…” The knight began prying his eyes open, limbs flexing and shaking his head.

He only saw a glimpse of pink light within a stone maw before he was sliced into. Steel teeth cutting deep before pulling away and stabbing again with each chomp. Though there was no red aftermath, it certainly didn’t stop each cut from hurting like torture.

WHACK! A flying hammer forced the serpent to drop its victim. Its cracked head now webbed with fissures. It locked eyes with the one who dared interrupted it.

“Ya wanna mess with him? Then ya gotta get rid o’ me first!” King Dedede yelled out. The serpent golem reared its head back, maw widening.

He smirked at this, lowering with building energy in his legs. That’s it. Come an’ get me, big guy.

Right as the serpent lunged at the king, he leaped up high. The golem snapping on air instead. Not a moment later, King Dedede stomped down on it. Bits of rock falling from the battered head.

“NOW!”

“Yes sir!” Bandee hopped to action, charging with their spear forward. The king leaped off right as the spearhead pierced into the cracks. Leveraging the staff and further widening the gaps. Revealing the pale pink glow beneath.

It was then that a certain hammer returned. Striking the cracked sculpture and causing an explosion of rubble. Revealing a large pink gemstone, rough and raw structured. King Dedede climbed in, standing at level with the gleaming stone. He grabbed it with both hands, yanking it from its place and throwing it far away from the statue.

All fell still. Light fading away to a restful state. A moment to breathe. Meta Knight returned. Covered in marks and clutching Galaxia.

“Is everyone okay?” The knight said.

King Dedede and Bandee nodded. Before they could even ask anything, Meta leaped to the air and flew past them.

Bandee clutched his spear as he chased after him, “Sir Meta Knight! Where are you going!?”

“Kirby, obviously!” Dedede said as he tailed the knight. Watching him land before one of the stone columns.

“Kirby, the danger is gone!”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Kirby, Emblem of Empathy