Dedede Castle

“HEY THERE NOW, HOW’S THIS FLAT LIL’ FELLA GONNA CLOBBER KIRBY?”

“Well Triple D, that’s Mr. Game and Watch! This formidable foe from the flat zone may look a little stiff, but he’s no stranger to fighting!”

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Dedede looks at the little clone of himself, it surely has to be of interest if a little clone of himself wanted to follow him, so when the little him waddled toward the door, he followed too.  The DVDs weren’t on his priority list now, now he wanted to see what this little fellow wanted from him.  So when the little Dedede ran off, he ran too.

“Hey! Wait up!”

From what it seems, Mini Dedede isn’t any less aware about how the castle’s corridors work than the king himself, as he is running confidently and knowing just where to take a turn.

Dedede waited for his DVDs to be made, surely he made up the last one to see if the they can make something nonexistent like that real, but even if they couldn’t he’ll at least have the others.  He noticed the two of them chatting among themselves, but he didn’t really pay too much mind to it, he just wanted his DVDs.  He felt a tugging on his coat and saw that it was the little Mini Dedede pointing to a door as if he wanted him to go there.

“Eh? What is it little guy? Ya want ta show me something?”

Mini Dedede nods in agreement when asked, his little dumb face seems to somehow express a thought that is bothering him. He tugs on Dedede’s coat again and then lets go, waddling towards the exit door enthusiastically but stopping in a bit to check if he is followed or not.

“So I gotta do some favah you say? I’m listenin’ girlie. What do I gotta do?”

“Oh, how very nice of you to cooperate! Well, you see… NME is quite a sorry excuse for a company in any of it’s incarnation, and as you have very smartly noticed, they aren’t even effective. As you know I come from another side of the mirror, so… Let’s say, to prove that you truly support my side, you must show rejection of these sad people to the company I know as well!”

She hands him a papersheet with the typed text on it, she was prepaired. It’s a long and unfriendly text, saying ‘Your company was the most pitiful of your countless mistakes. You could have even been forgiven if you stopped tainting the universe by making more of your useless monsters, but I guess you aren’t a person decent enough for it. Honestly, it’s incredible how you still allow your crybaby face to show up before people. Don’t you just want to make their existance worse by having them always worry about you and feel guilty for wounding you with every word? It is just fascinating how no matter what you do it always leads to someone’s misery, but I believe you are the most miserable one in the end for being so pathetic. You’ve made your only real act of charity by letting it and it’s idiot employee to blow up to no return.’