#shadowkirbymalte

It was something to do with the Dimensional Mirror.

You see, quite some time ago, I was given this mirror. “Gift from an anonymous admirer”, the courier said. I was too dazzled by its beauty to consider that this could be at all suspicious. Not that I didn’t receive a gift from my people every so often anyway. Thing is, they weren’t usually “anonymous admirers”.

I won’t lie, at that point, I was still a rather vain queen. I still am now, to be honest. I thought the mirror framed my elegant face perfectly, and I couldn’t help but gaze into it. I found myself looking into this mirror more and more each day, almost seemingly against my will. But, with each passing day that I did this, my personality grew slightly more warped and distorted. It gradually turned me into a monster, a tyrant, someone I was not. The mirror was cursed, and I was its victim. Taranza was worried, but said very little, as he was too afraid to anger me.

Eventually, due to my obsessive hunger for power, I had gotten to the point of going ahead and trying to take over the world. My plan was foolproof - or so I thought. I had made a simple error, one that I am now glad I made.

But let’s not get into the story of how I turned into an insane bitch in my attempts to conquer Popstar. I’m sure you’ve already heard it a thousand times before.

Dedede had soon heard of the Dimensional Mirror, and I would imagine that would be because of Taranza. Long story short, seeing as I’ve already been talking your ear off, he went on some long adventure to find the mirror and destroy it. While I don’t necessarily like Dedede, I am certainly rather grateful that he chose to do this, as it freed me of the Mirror World’s curse.

[sweats] you may have gotten one bUT I WON'T GET MORE

If we kissed:

[X] This wouldn’t happen.

[X] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[X] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[X] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[X] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[X] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.