#continued starter

This makes more sense following being taken back to Hydra by this starter but you are welcome to skip that and jump right in here.

He could have done this the easy way. Whiped them. Left the scientists to break his newest pet. Marcus prefered to do it himself. To watch as their confidence crumbled, as they begged him to stop before changing their tune and begged him to give them attention; To praise them.

This wasn't his first time either, so he took all the needed steps. Starved them, withheld water and sleep until they were shaking, and of course, locked them in a shock collar set to just the right voltage to knock them off their feet without killing them. He had them dragged into a large open gym and forced onto their knees before him.

He looks down at them, his expression unreadable.

"Let's hear you appologize."

@maskedmuses

In the spot on top of the hill stood its land’s ruler, an average-sized stocky young man clothed in a beige vest and red-and-blue shorts. He had his hands placed on his knees while bent over in his currently-exhausted position. Maybe he’s gone too far with the training and should stop... NO. He was second to lowest in the tier list and there was no way was he going to known to be one of them. Maybe one of the heaviest who left a huge impact, but never would he stay as one of the lowest for long. He wanted to continue, he HAD to!

But he needed a break first as he had to catch his breath, so he remained in his bent-over position with loud exhales escaping his lips.

However, his breath halted once he heard the wind blowing through the tree... and then made a slow but audible tune... Once he straightened up, Dedede tried to focus on this sound where the wind blowing through the trees wouldn’t have made music just like that.

He had to think... what did the children say that they heard and even seen last night...?

A ghost. Or a guardian of some sorts. They told the adults that they saw the trails of a guardian across the very fields one night, but only they could witness the presence as they... believed?

They didn’t say anything about wind blowing... but only certain signs could be sensed! The King tried to hide any signs of fear as he had a huge distaste for spirits but he learned that if one wouldn’t show negative emotions around one, then they couldn’t hurt you. Spirits lived in fear, so Dedede had to remember it.

He backtracked... where obviously unbeknownst to him, he walked directly through the stranger... this wind began to sound almost human-like such as a woman trying to sing and the more he heard it, the less he felt able to carry on his excercises.

@beautyandthemuses

“Huh?” the teen turned his head, witnessing the very girl he rescued on that very night. That very night where his guard’s ranting woke him up, causing him to investigate the problem itself, and inviting the stranger in for a midnight snack. Currently, he was searching for his own bottle to chug down, but right here was this stranger who he had yet to know what was she? Not anyone was a nobody; he may be a someone but he's a ruler. Then what was she...?

“Uhhh, Ellie right?” the King squinted one eye with a tilt of his head. Hen both eyes widened. “Aaah, thought ya look familiar! Yeah! Tha female with tha feline...” so it was a relief that her pet of course was healed. Good. 

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@scattered-strands-rp

One aspect of this very land was its frequent visits by alien encounters, each ending with catastrophe due to their destructive needs. Whenever there was an end towards the Gamble Galaxy, a puffball appeared to solve the problem in a flash. The reason that needed to be said was because Kirby was absent from the land at the moment, since he happened to be fighting at the ring of the Fighters, leaving Dream Land but in peace.

The King happened to take note that if any harm comes to Dream Land, he’ll be the first to stop that. However, Kirby appeared to have an emergency phone call, which Dedede only used once. It wasn’t an average emergency but instead for when his food horde went missing only to find out that he was sleep-eating all over again.

And the King thought Kirby held the record for being the most gluttonous.

Instead of having one of his own small problems, the King happened to be driving down the path in a weirdly-shaped motorcycle. The very vehicle bared one tyre with the entire red metal plate, seat and engine exhaust built on it. A single eye was in the middle, having a look of determination on acting the fastest. It wasn’t long until the rider appeared over the hill and was racing down the path, where this visitor happened to be located. The rider looked human for the most part, with a robe of red and a visored helmet around his head, but would he the answer? 

“WHOA!! HALT, HITCHHIKER!!” and so came the rough braking, where the tyre screeched across the path and left a pitch-black snail trail behind. As the rider held upon the handlebars, he managed to slow the very vehicle to a stop which was lucky as accidents would hand have happened. The King however found himself flipping over the front and therefore leaving his back against the plate, though his legs raised to not be caught in the tyre!

“... that there is why ya should wear yer seatbelt...” the King inquired, before letting go and standing. “Now, with tha lesson of tha day taken care of,... WHO are ya,... WHUT are ya an’ WHY ya lookin’ t’throw yer life on tha line when I’m racin’ down tha way!” His yells seemed to echo through the helmet, but he managed to take it off so he could look the visitor in the eye. His emerald oracles were no longer covered by the attached visor.

@renxscentia

“No matter how small tha storm is, it’s one anyhow!” Dedede exclaimed, as he found himself rising from his seat. With every soft rumble, he backtracked towards the tree, softly bumping into the trunk.

“Ngh...! Then, dun’ they extend to tha Dark Matter?! This dun’ help me tha slightest so I suggest Dede-deeply to get tha FUCK outta here!”