🌟s t a r b o u n d🌟

“Well, pastries are close to candy--they’re both sweet! I’m sure that Ribbon, Adeleine, Tuff and I will love them!”

“You mean like candy or something?”

“Youtube is back online! Now I can watch my videos in peace and--”

“DID SOMEBODY SAY PEACE? CAUSE--”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM I’M WATCHING YOUTUBE!”

“ZAN, GET OVER HERE. YOUTUBE STOPPED WORKING.”

“Yes, I am aware. I could try to see if charging the wi-fi router with more electricity would help--maybe it could intensify the signal and allow Youtube to work properly.”

There was a moment of silence before a small sigh could be heard from the mage...oh, and the wi-fi router may or may not have fried. Whoops.

“...It appears my plan has failed. I’m unaware as to how else it could be fixed, Lord Hyness...japologa.”

“Ugh, of all times...why does Youtube have to crash right before I go to watch something?!”

Susie had been building a portal in her workshop so that she could travel to different dimension, one of them being Another Dimension which she wished to gain access to, however when she was sorting out the wires out; she accidentally nick one of the wires which active the portal and fling her into different dimension.

When she came around; she noticed that she was in what appear to be a throne room (at least in her opinion) and appear to be standing on a unnatural looking stage. Although what caught her attention the most was the other being in the room; a girl with her hair tied up in a ponytail and wearing a pink-green dress with orange shoes.

Her voice was stern but hinted curiosity as well she revealed what she was standing on; a transporter. It seems her portal manage to connect with another which was honestly a relief…

She will able to get back home although first….

“I was working on a portal when I accidentally nick one of the wires which activated the portal…. And from what I can guess connect with this…. Monster transporter?” She replied with a unsure tone at the end.

A portal? Whoever this was...was working on a portal? Tiff had to admit, that did sound interesting. How advanced was the technology in the place this lady came from?

Speaking of which, she seemed to truly not know anything about why she had ended up in Dedede’s throne room, of all places. Maybe this pink-haired lady was actually nice?

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Tiff walked closer to the monster transporter and helped the other get down from it so they could talk easier.

Petal gave a bit of a grimace at their request, nodding and leading them a room over. There was indeed a fireplace… just no firewood. And this really didn’t seem like the most opportune time to go out looking for firewood. There was no way Lillian would be willing to let something in here be burned either. Even if just about everything here was old, dusty, and tossed about in an absolute mess.

It all meant far too much to her. And Petal didn’t wish to upset Lillian. She had already been through so so much, and she deserved to hold on to what little she had.

Petal gave a sad look at the fireplace, then turned back to the stranger with a sigh.

{🍁} - I’m sorry, stranger.

After a moment, she gave a small smile. She held out a nub to shake, to greet the other. Even though the puff didn’t seem to be that much bigger than Gryll’s hands.

Well, that wasn’t what they were expecting. A fireplace without firewood, along with the weather preventing anyone from getting more easily? Things just weren’t going well for Gryll tonight.

They shuddered a bit in the cold, letting out a sigh. This was the only shelter they’s get for the night, though...so they’d have to make the best of it. Right before the witch would have gone to find any other means of warmth, they noticed the friendly puff extending her nub-hand.

How was Gryll supposed to shake hands with someone who was smaller than their hand...? Well, they tried, at least. They ended up using  only a few of their fingers to lightly shake the small puff’s nub-hand. Did puffs like her even have hands? Were those hands? The witch wasn’t sure how to describe them. Instead, they focused on introducing themselves properly.

She shifts her gaze away from 02, letting out a small sigh. Judging by how his looked changed, he really wasn’t pleased by her answer. While she didn’t fear him, his piercing gaze did make her uncomfortable. Like he was staring right through her.  

How absurd she wasn’t lonely.

  Gods she was extremely lonely.

{❧}” Whos to say I’m lonely. I have my creations, I have the company of art. Company that I can trust.” She gestures to the Paras that was still hiding behind her. They looked at each other with a worried expression at what she said. Sure she had them but they knew that it wasn’t enough. She was lying. 

But it wasn’t a lie towards the god.

It was a lie that she was telling herself.

    A lie that she was forcing herself to believe.

02 could sense the worry and concern emanating off of the Para Sorceresses. His intelligence led him to believe only one thing---Drawcia was lying. She was lonely--the fallen angel was sure of it.

Lies weren’t something that went unnoticed to the foreboding god. He could pick up on the smallest changes in attitude--and even the smallest changes in emotions. It was odd...for a being who couldn’t feel much of any emotions for himself, he was able to pick up on the emotions of others--and very well, at that.

Continuing to glance down at the sorceress before him, he remained in silence for a short moment. The tension in the room was rising, the feeling of dread intensifying...02 wasn’t going to buy her lies.

The smaller of the two was thinking, about to make a move for that chest. After all, it would probably be with it, right?

But before she could even make a move, the other Spinni did first! After a short moment of blank string, there was a yell of rage, and chase given. Surprisingly, that little dress didn’t seem to hinder her at all!

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER GET BACK HERE!”

It wasn’t everyday you chase a version of yourself, but she really didn’t care. True to her aggressive nature, she wasn’t afraid to fuck someone up over treasure.

And so, out she brought something Susie once gave her, a laser gun, and off shot a blast hoping to make the other stumble!

The taller of the two giggled to herself as she ran off with the chest. Sure, there may have been another version of herself following her--but who would know her better than herself? Almost anything the other Spinni could do would be at least somewhat predictable...

Well, except for a blast of some sort of energy whizzing right by her head. In fact, it was mere centimeters away from grazing the side of her face! This made the mouse stop in her tracks. She turned around to face the smaller mouse, jumping backwards a bit to gain some distance.

Having dropped his gaze temporarily toward the grass, Fluff looked back up when he heard Kirby speak. His words, as well as that cheerful and endearing smile across the pink puff’s face, were enough to lighten the Prince’s mood back up and allow him to smile heartily back in return.

Kirby was right. While it had been tough for the both of them not being able to see each other for so long (something Fluff had hesitantly come to expect over time, given Kirby’s role as a Star Warrior who protected Popstar from evil and malicious forces), nothing else should truly matter anymore now that they were reunited again. That’s all that mattered; the two of them being together again, just like when they had first met.

This was something the Prince had forgotten about Kirby over their long time apart: his positive outlook on things. Now that they were together once more, memories from their former adventure were all coming back to him now. Despite the time gap, he could easily reminisce on them as if they had merely happened the day before.

Fluff could recall how, when the times became dire and tough, Kirby was the one to cheer him up and urge him to keep going. If he became scared, Kirby was right there by his side to help calm him down. If he found it difficult to take one more step forward, Kirby was there to lend him a helping nub.

Ever since the day they had met, Kirby had always done what any best friend would do—and more. Now, despite the lapse in time, he was still that same dear friend Fluff remembered so well. If was as if no time had passed at all.

A single tear slowly streamed its way down the side of Fluff’s cheek, the yarn boy quickly batting it away with one of his nubs.

“You’re right, Kirby. You’ve always been right.” He gazed back at the other with a wide smile, carefully taking hold of one of Kirby’s nubs before giving it a gentle squeeze. “There’s no point thinking negative thoughts now. We’re together again, and I could never be more appreciative of anything in my life.”

As the yarn prince smiled at him, Kirby felt obligated to smile back--so he did. It was then that he realized Fluff had began to hold onto one of his nub-like hands. Were they even hands? The world may never know.

However, the pink puff did know one thing--having his nub-hand(?) held by one of Fluff’s gave him a feeling of happiness. It’s almost like his heart had skipped a beat--in fact, it would have if he wasn’t made of yarn at the moment. He’d be having butterflies in his stomach an everything!

But still...what exactly was this feeling? It was similar to something he felt when faced with dangerous challenges--nervousness. Yet, instead, it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was nice.

Without noticing it, Kirby’s cheeks began to turn a deeper shade of pink. The deeper color came with slight warmth that spread across his face. He had seen others get like this before--what did they call it...blushing, or something like that?

No matter what the feeling was called, the puff liked it. Spending time with Prince Fluff was something that made him happy--and being happy is exactly what he wanted!

Kirby continued to sit next to the yarn prince, holding onto his nub-hand.