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 ❝ Aw, when y'was ten?! Is that s'pose to be impressive?! ❞ 

Remarkably Dedede’s mental age must be inferior to that of the other child-minded miscreant. After some trauma early on in his life the penguin’s mind was left as muddled as that rubix cube.

While Dedede knew colors, just like he knew his initials, when others were watching he would often fail to achieve something as simple as naming colors or spelling his own name. This square-shaped puzzle was made more tedious as it requires a rhythm to be solved. As King Dedede’s broken speech and lack of swagger would imply: he has not a single ounce of rhythm in him. If he were to sing five songs, all of variable genres, they would still all sound the same. Awful.

❝ Gimme that! I could do it with my eyes closed if I wanted to! ❞ He wasted no time in snatching the object from Balthazar’s hands and began to fumble with the colored pieces. 

Dedede’s infantile mindedness came into play at the worst of times and this time was to exception. His brain tried to work around what color was what but the more he fiddled with the puzzle the more disorientated his thoughts became. 

Was that color yellow or green…or orange?

What was that sudden burning sensation in his round cheeks? Was he embarrassed? The Great King Dedede if Dreamland embarrassed?! A surge of heat washed over him and his forehead quickly became moist with sweat.

 (♚ | The King of Dreamland! )

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❝ Monster? That’s ridiculous! There’s no monster in this castle! 

‘ Yes there is! It’s big and it’s scary and it eats everything in sight! '

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♚ - @dijudicate

❝So what of it if I was, bonehead?❞ It is clear that Dedede has no intention on taking any of that back the anatomy-related insults keep rolling in. 

♚ - Unworthy Commoner

❝ I don’t even know what’cha yer talkin’ ‘bout! ❞

Seeing that Dedede wasn’t that angry anymore with him, the kid smiled, now excited that the King would actually show him how it’s used.

“What? Why would my papa want your mallet? I mean, it’s just a big hammer… I don’t really see why he would do something like that…” the prince said as they walked to an open area. At Dedede’s question, the little tyke’s eyes lightened up. “Oh! OH! Uh… I dunno… Heheh… Aren’t there fake targets to practice? It would be way better than using poor trees…” the koopa said, somewhat concerned over nature.

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♚ - Bowser’s Brat

The elated expression on the youth’s face was enough to coax the avian into proceeding with his plans to execute some target practise. He decided to dismiss the adolescent's remark about his father. ❝ It ain’t jus’ a big hammer. She been everywhere with me. ❞

Why should he refrain from pelting a few trees with his hammer? Essentially King Dedede can think of one tree in particular that he would like to give a beating to. Whispy Woods. Old Whispy was dormant and had been for the last week or so. Now was the most perfect time to exact his revenge on him. Whispy always did have the upper-hand ( or rather branch) but now he was out of action and it was Dedede’ turn to rule the show!

♚ - @slugmxg

It was refreshing to be able to lay back and watch a little television for a change.

The memories of their hectic week seemed to fade as soon as the King put his feet up. Trying to scour Dreamland of any trace of a certain pink pest was so exhausting. And yet all of these struggles to rid his land of Kirby had all been forgotten in this moment. 

One of King Dedede’s arms worked as a cushion for his weary head, the other draped around Escargoon’s shell, this was so relaxing. Ah…A sigh narrowly escaped through his beak.

He is confined by the grogginess of his lassitude and in his hazy mindset allowed his servant, Escargoon, to rest his head upon the his protruding belly. The weary penguin could not resist that warm smile, threatening to turn the corners of his beak. He was just so content.

Coraline Sentence Starters

♚ - @cheersensed

❝That so? Well we’ll soon see ‘bout that, girl’eh!❞ 

The King takes these scare-festivals pretty seriously. He had been scheming a ploy to disturb the young pupu children this year. Maybe he could startle some of the adult’s too!

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♚ - Unworthy Commoner

❝What?! Do I look like I’m some kinda charity case here or somthin?!❞ 

There is not even a single hint of contrition in King Dedede’s voice. He was not exactly the sympathetic-type, even towards those who are less fortunate than himself, and while there was plenty of room in the castle the monarch was not so easily convinced to let anyone stay.

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@prince-kivuli

❝Do that again, son’eh, an’ I’ll clobb’eh ya!❞ 

♚ - Unworthy Commoner

♚ - Unworthy Commoner

❝Nightmare? I ain’t afraid o’no nightmares!❞

The BIGGEST, bluest, penguin villain of all time!

Even when the king’s flippers swats him away, Dru still seems as sanguine as he was ten seconds ago. A bright simper still on his lips. ”I’m sorry.” He chuckles, taking what Dedede said as pretend, but by all means is still willing to play along. His trivial mind is just not processing that this is not a costume and this situation is no game.“King? Ah you my friend are hilarious!” He spouts an irksome laugh escaping his face.

‘hand ov’ah them there cand’ehs’.’

Well. That shut him up. Was he getting robbed by this sizable penguin? For a few moments he is actually silent; his lagged brain trying to process just what’s going on.

Then something clicks.

“Oh my-You’re a-Are you-…a super villain too?!” The chuckle-head bounces up and down with excitement. “Wow-hoo! I’ve never seen a villain in a penguin suit before.” Dru titters, handing over the candy with little fight. He keeps only a lollipop for himself..

‘Hmm. Maybe now is a good opportunity for a heist.’ He thinks to himself. Learning from this other villain will surely improve his own miscreant ways.

Dru slips the treat into his mouth, still managing to talk with his mouth full.“Hmm, oh, hey if you like candy then I know where there is lots and lots of candy,yes.”

“What do you say, big guy?” Dru wraps an arm around the mountainous penguin, a smirk on his face.”We can go there together, lick on some lollipops, chew on some gum? And all for FREE! Come on you can’t be saying no to that. Ah? Ah?” He nudges the other, encouragingly.

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♚ - Gold'eh Locks

Was he a super villain? 

King Dedede too was a child at heart, well he never did grow up really, and the opportunity of playing the role of a super villain, not just a villain, but a super villain? Oh, it was too much of an opportunity to pass up! 

There he goes with this costume business again! The avian had to sneak a glance at himself just to be certain that he was not actually wearing a penguin suit. Clearly where ever place this guy crawled out of; the residents there have never seen talking animals before. While in Dreamland even trees could talk.

The overly enthusiastic man makes a persuasive point. Perhaps what made this more convincing was that when the monarch had demanded that the latter racketeer surrendered his stolen goods he gave them up without any hesitation. Quite obedient for a supposed villain. And to think of just how much of the portion of candy that Dru had just so simply handed over moments ago...what if they were to steal a whole trunk of candy? Dedede could have a mountain of the sugary delights all to himself!

❝ Ya dun gotcha yerself a deal! ❞

Pity was in another castle, Bowser unveiled no remorse for the wheezing avian at his back. He abandoned Big Bird, disappearing beyond the veil of potential sight in order to press onward. Dedede only slowed him down anyway, and his wastebin for complaints was overflowing. His knuckles cracked as he opened and closed his claw– it took a great deal of mental fortitude to resist spinning round and sucker punching his frustrations against the royal’s beak.

However, only a few seconds after parting ways, he came across a sight which overwhelmed even his powerful will: the oak tree. The same oak tree they had passed again, and again, and again. It was that constant itch, the friend Bowser wished he could forget. Face to face with the brilliant bark, his fangs began to grind.

“I HATE YOU…” Its silence mocked him. Perhaps he would have been more violent towards it were his energy reserves not as empty as the car a good mile behind them. Wandering through the night was pointless. Their best chance was to wait until morning, where they could use other less imposing trees to guide them.

His footpads scarred the Earth as he dragged them back towards the royal pain; finding him was as easy as following the raspy gasps. Bowser paused a short distance away, kicking a few twigs between them. “Alright, alright. Ya Big Baby. We’ll set up camp here. When the sun comes up, we should be able to see your ugly castle. I’ll roll you right to it. Can Daddy’s little chicken wing survive a night in the big bad woods?” He spoke as if he were briefing children, and he left little room to discuss it. For a second after, he spit flame between them and ignited the brush, spawning their new campfire.

Collapsing before the dancing fire, Bowser sprawled free. His feet guarded the flames, and he leaned backward, using the base of his shell and his palms as posts to support his posture. Briefly, he glanced towards the sky– not even the moon was kind enough to grant them respite.  Everything about this forest was unwelcoming, it felt as if the tree themselves despised their presence.

If only he knew the true lore of Whispy Woods.

The burly beast kept his strong appearance outward, but even he wasn’t immune to the enemies of their lost trial. His stomach growled like a demon lurking in the night, the air grew colder, and the dim lighting made them easy pickings– sleeping presented itself as a risk rather than a reward. Electing to break the monotony of the crackling fires, he attempted conversation.

“Feh… so what’s with these woods, huh? They’re dark, but they don’t look so special to me. It better not be some lame ghost story.”

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♚ - Shell-Head!

❝ Heh, good riddance I say! ❞ Contrary to his words the monarch began to feel quite apprehensive. Sure he was a big guy but being out here on your lonesome, in the middle of Whispy Woods of all places…, it was very unsettling. 

The king was far too stubborn to go trekking after the burly brute. Even if he had just made quite the display of himself with that not-so-little tantrum before; he was not about to tarnish the rest of his reputation. Especially not in front of the Mushroom Kingdom’s local Tyrant.

Whilst Bowser was gone, probably sulking somewhere, all of Dedede’s attempts to lie to himself and convince himself that he was unafraid of these woods was going to no avail. With every second it felt like the trees were drawing in on him. 

They were to be stuck out here forever at this rate! If it wasn’t for Bowser’s rust bucket of a vehicle breaking down and Bowser’s lack of sense in direction the two of them wouldn’t be lost and-thinking of Bowser…where had he gone off to?-Oh,…there he was. The penguin’s baby blues could only just make out Bowser’s shadow with the feeble glow of the moonlight shining through the branches of the trees and the familiar sound of the paws dragging across the Earth. 

❝ Look who came crawlin’ back… ❞

Ugly castle?! Daddy’s little chicken wing? Who in the stars did he think he was talking to?! ❝ Hush on up with that lous'eh chicken stuff. I ain’t no chicken! ❞ If he had gotten anymore unnerved mere moments ago he probably would have started to clucking. 

The monarch stopped his whimpering and held his breath. He folded his flippers and rolled his eyes, it was safer with Bowser not to let up on how mortified he actual was about being completely lost in these woods and how starved he was. Or about how he missed his bed and- The noise sounding from the latter’s belly indicated that they were both equally as famished.

Finally the two of them were beginning to have a discussion that wasn’t so heated but how long could they actually maintain this for? Not much longer probably. 

 What was it with these woods?