THE SKRUNKLY INSIDE ME?! /POS

Kirby fanfiction:

G/t H.yness and J.amily Reader Insert Ao3

H.yness stooped forward to look over the game shelf with you in hand. The boxes of Y.ahtzee, C.andyland and such looked like they’d been around for years. The colors on the thin cardboard weren’t as faded as you would expect from that much use, though. But it’s also very clear of dust, you noticed as H.yness pulled out Scrabble without having to search long.

The robed one tucked the box under his arm and looked to see if you were still doing well in his sleeve-covered hand. Then leaned in for some seconds. Squinted. Quickly looked back up, awkwardly trying to act like he hadn’t seen you at all. 

You remembered how it didn’t seem like this guy had very good eyesight. “Well, I’m doing okay if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Juh?” He said, surprised. “Well, that’s good. Thank you for letting me know.” He tried not to look like he was thankful, but he was thankful.

H.yness hovered to the center of the living room and set both of you on the coffee table, one at a time to be careful.

You scampered to the far side and jumped into place with a grin, ready to take down your opponent. He slid out the board onto the table, careful that the edge wouldn’t hit you. Now to pass out the racks and tiles. “Hey, lemme do that!” 

“No, don’t trouble yourself, I’ll take care of it.” You weren’t about to let him think you were weak!

You yoinked THREE of the racks out of his hand and took them over to your side. “Juh?” H.yness’s eyes were wide open. “Sorry for underestimating you!” “No prob. Long as you get the point now!” You jabbed a rack at him like a toy sword, grinning playfully. Don’t forget it, old man!

The old witch counted out seven tiles onto both your sides, using one of his hands to hold the sleeve of his other back so it didn’t mess anything up. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just… roll up your damn sleeves?” You asked, confused. He simply sighed quietly, and got settled onto the floor. “As my guest, you may go first.” He smiled encouragingly.

You’d pulled quite the first set of letters! Can’t wait to see how he reacts to this one! You put the last tile down triumphantly on the first double letter score box of the game, and looked up at your opponent with a very smug face.

SHART, it read.

The elder across the table was quiet for some seconds. His eyes weren’t visible anymore. Just the pitch-black darkness underneath his hood and veil. He was directly facing you and the board, but you couldn’t see his expression at all. He started shaking. Then snorting like a pig. Out of nowhere, he threw his head back and howled a loud, hearty laugh.

“HaHA! You’re a funny one, aren’t you?!” 

“Hah! Yes, yes I am.”

“It’s my turn now!” Using the A in your word, H.yness spelled out ABERRANT. You frowned. You’d heard that word before, and usually the speaker didn’t mean something good. Was he insulting you? “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything bad. I mean you’re… interesting. (And a lot like someone I know…)”

You hummed. Then went to get some new tiles and started planning your next word:

SMART. Using a letter from H.yness’ ABERRANT.

He chuckled quietly, amused by your ego. It was a little hard to tell with the hood but he rolled his eyes somewhat. (Dude’s relaxed enough to roll his eyes at a potential friend he wants to make, quick- ..don’t do anything actually)

“Naw, I was trying to say something about YOU like you just did about me.”

He was quiet for a second, thinking of what you said. While slowly leaning in, he tilted his head. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a smart guy!”

“…From what you could tell from my turn…” Said the robed man, turning his face away somewhat. You thought for a minute. “Well, I admit I haven’t known you for very long.”

He looked back at you, eyebrows raised. Then laughed a little laugh. It sounded like a bouncy spring, very silly. It made you smile, too.

“Well, H.yness! It’s your turn now.”

“Snk- Joh, sorry!”

“It’s no problem. So, what’re you gonna do next?”

… “I’m thinking.”

“Guess that’s a silly question. I just wanted to know what you were thinking, big guy!”

“Heh… that’s nice of you.” He smiled.

Hey, where’s my cult leader?

The ones with shading or no shading each have their own strengths so I’m putting them both here. The part before shading also made me realize the potential of prey shaker keychains!

Version where I show my idea of fizzy/bubbly stomach acid/juice (trypophobia warning)

The morning sun reached through your eyelids, thankfully not directly like you’d had to contend with the past few months. This time, the surface you were on was squishy. Not leafy like moss, or rubbery like a mushroom. You rubbed it just enough to feel the texture better. It was… fabric??

You sat up in the delightfully giving surface you’d sunk into and checked the horizon to see how much daylight you had left because this didn’t feel like the dawn sun. The sun wasn’t too far above the horizon. You saw next to it a vertical wooden stick. You followed the stick up with your eyes to see what it might be, probably a sign. There were horizontal sticks reaching to either side like a cross. You followed the left horizontal stick to see a bundle of fabric hanging in front of it. From there, the whole picture quickly came into view. There was a wall with a window! That explains why the light wasn’t as direct, but it raised its own potential problems. You quickly scanned your surroundings. There was no doubt about it- you were in a regular-sized person’s house!

What happened yesterday?! . A bird took your tent, and you didn’t have enough time or resources to get a place to sleep that was safe from natural predators, so a regular-sized passerby named H.yness let you stay the night. You’d fallen asleep as he was carrying you to his home.

You looked down at what you were resting on. It was a pillow, that itself was on a table. Surrounding you was a quaint dining room/kitchen combo.

Over at the counter, a regular (sized) lady with bright yellow hair was pouring herself some orange juice. She went to the fridge and put the carton back, then turned to the table with the cup. She noticed you just after closing the fridge. Wow, good eyes! H.yness had had trouble seeing you for the first time yesterday because you were so small. She swiftly put her cup on the table with her floating hand, then took a fancy bow. “Jornin. That means ‘good morning’ on my home planet.” 

Guessing it was good manners for this situation, you bowed back, trying to mimic the movements. “Jornin to you too! H.yness brought me here last night, if you didn’t know.” 

She smiled and stifled a small laugh. “Jes, I know. _, is it?” “Yeah, that’s me! And you are?” “Z.an P.artizanne.” She sat down firmly in a chair by you and looked directly at your face. “Don’t forget the name.” She said sternly. “Heheh, I’ll try…” You say that, but you’d already forgotten seven-eighths of it. Zap Brigagan started on drinking her orange juice. 

She put the cup down. And just studied the wallpaper and chilled for a couple minutes. You wondered, why wasn’t she reminding you to leave yet? “I guess I should go now?”You asked. She answered, “Well… You could stay a little longer. You probably need some rest.” You nodded in agreement.

“Jornin Z.anny!” Someone else bounded into the room while Z.an P.artizanne was still finishing her juice. She greeted Z.an with a lighthearted tug to her hair, which she responded to with a slight static *tic* through that hair. The redheaded newcomer giggled at her for a second. Then she took a look at the table, and immediately raised her eyebrows in interest. “Oh, you’re that tiny pops let stay the night!” She has good eyes too!

“Yeah, I’m _. Who are you?”

She grinned widely, puffed out her chest, and put her hands on her hips. “I’m F.lamberge! H.yness’s daughter. How ya doin’?”

“Well, I’m doing ok. Where’s your pops? I’d like to thank him.”

“Oh, probably still asleep. He’s been sleeping in a hell of a lot lately.” F.lamberge looked away, smiling. She seemed proud.

A beautiful woman with blue hair breezed into the room. She saw Z.an P.artizanne and F.lamberge were looking at something, and elegantly twirled to stand at the side of the yellow one, away from F.lamberge. “Ah, I remember father bringing you in last night. Jornin, _.” You waved. “Nice to meet ya.” Three in a row? …Maybe H.yness just couldn’t see very well.

“So, are these your friends, F.lamberge?” F.lamberge looked offended at that for a second, then perked up like she realized something. “Oh yeah! The three of us don’t look very alike, do we? We’re sisters!” She gladly motioned towards the other two. 

The blue-haired lady nodded. “All adopted. I am F.rancisca, by the way. And since we’re sharing greetings now,“ She leaned behind Z.an to smile at F.lamberge, “Jornin, Berge.” F.lamberge took a little moment to figure it out. Then she practically flopped sideways to make eye contact with her, and her eyes sparkled. “Jornin, F.ranny!” She said loudly with a big smile. 

Z.an P.artizanne laughed under her breath. “Sooo… you put me on the dining table. What’s that all about?” You smirked mischeviously, showing you were joking.

Z.an raised a hand in front of her seriously. “Janno, we didn’t plan anything like that. Especially not H.yness-“

F.lamberge slapped her hands on the table and playfully shouted with sharp cartoon teeth, “Yeah, we’ll eatcha! Ya better run!”

“Are you sure? I’m dusted with dirt.” You played back.

“That wouldn’t stop Berge-” F.rancisca giggled. F.lamberge apparently didn’t hear that statement.

Having caught onto the joke, Z.an P.artizanne leaned in and lightly closed an eye in mock inspection. “On second thought, you do seem kind of tasty…”

Energetically, F.lamberge jumped up and did a ‘RAHH!’ monster pose. “GET IN MAH BELLAY!”

“Girls, are we treating our guest nicely?”

An odd voice asked, sounding concerned. H.yness was now standing a pace behind the girls in question, looking down at them. They were no bullies, but sometimes they were a little mean... “Yup, it’s all in good fun.” You said, sitting in a tomboy pose.

“Ahh… that is good, then. Jornin, everyone.” H.yness nodded and headed towards the fridge.

Before he opened it though, he stopped suddenly and spun around to the four of you. “Oh! That reminds me. Have you all had breakfast yet?” 

“Janno.” Said the blonde. “Well, then let’s make some!” H.yness replied calmingly. Then he pointed to the counter like a hero on a mission! “To the kitchen, Z.an Par!” He took her hand and lightly tugged her towards the more kitcheny half of the room. She let out a little “Heheh.” and hovered with him. She shot you a look over her shoulder to say that that didn’t mean YOU could call her that.

“Joh! And you!” He made a quick little u-turn back to the table. 

“How about a meal before you go back outside?” He was smiling so purely, so gently yet excitedly, you couldn’t resist him if you tried. Even though you couldn’t see his mouth, his eyes and… glowing eyebrows? Lights? Said it all. “Absolutely! Thanks man.”

“No problem. Your stomach won’t be much to fill anyway, ngyehehehe!” H.yness went to the counter, and Z.an P.artizanne beat him there in a zip of electricity.

They went to washing their hands in preparation to make breakfast; H.yness dipping his hands inside the sink while he rolled his sleeves back. F.lamberge nudged your back with a fingertip. You turned around to face her. “You’re going OUTSIDE??!” She hissed incredulously. Her eyebrows were furrowed with concern. You shrugged up your shoulders. “Yeah, I… made a bad decision three or four months ago… or two…”

F.lamberge tried to parse an implication from what you just said… but couldn’t figure it out. “Well, you’re always welcome to visit!” She assured, grinning brightly. She made like she was gonna pat you on the back encouragingly, but realized that would be a bad idea and put her hand down. “Sure, I might visit sometime.” You said, putting your hands behind your head nonchalantly while unsuccessfully hiding how thankful you were.

You looked back at two of the other people making up this household. They were chatting; H.yness was smiling and talking sort of loudly while stirring some scrambled eggs, and Z.an P.artizanne was correcting him mildly seriously and chuckling from time to time between bacon flips.

Soon, breakfast was ready! Z.an P.artizanne was a little concerned how fast you mowed through half a strip of bacon, but H.yness wasn’t seeing anything odd.

Once everyone finished, you stood up. “Guess I should go now. Take care everyone. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night, H.yness. You’re a real one.”

Warning: suicide “talked” about seriously by the characters- about the same way it’s spoken of in the Japanese version of KSA but much more prominent (just in this part, and they can all be read on their own)