Dreamland looked absolutely beautiful. Green Greens looked especially dazzling with its flowering plants and trees showing off their colors, gurgling streams splashing around the shores, and newborn fauna scampering about on their tiny feet.
It was springtime. A time of beginnings, a time of growth, a time of renewal, a time of...
...a time of Bronto Burts being chased by Blade Knights?
A Bronto Burt buzzed frantically down the meadows as a large Blade Knight chased after it. The Blade was approximately one and a half feet tall, very large for a Dreamlander. He had extremely large eyes with tiny pupils; no helmet; large, dented shoulder guards; torn gloves and boots; a dirty blue shirt; untidy red hair; and a long, saliva-covered tongue that lolled out of his mouth and flopped behind him as he ran. Overall, this Blade Knight had a very comical appearance.
"BLUH!" the Blade Knight exclaimed, his voice low, slow, and generally stupid-sounding. He leapt into the air, trying to grab at the Bronto Burt with his paws.
The butterfly-like creature flew up higher, just out of his reach. He looked over his shoulder (or wing joint, rather) to see how far the Blade Knight was behind him. When he looked back, he realized that he was heading straight into a tree and quickly did a 90-degree turn upward.
The Blade Knight did the same, running up the tree trunk.
The Bronto Burt, frustrated that he still hadn't lost his antagonist, glanced around the tree as he flew to find a way to get away. He spotted a narrow gap between two sturdy tree branches that he could just get through. Locking his eyes onto that spot, the butterfly zoomed forward, flying through the two branches.
"Heywait!" the Blade called, diving through the gap. He came to an abrupt halt, however, when he found himself stuck between the two branches. "...buh?"
The Bronto Burt was relieved that he had finally gotten rid of his annoyance. He stuck his tongue out, making a "Pfffbttt!" sound, and buzzed off.
"WAIT!" the Blade yelled, squirming to get unstuck from the two branches. The Bronto Burt did not turn around, however, and eventually passed from the knight's vision. The knight frantically looked around, trying to find someone to help him. Seeing that no one was around, he whimpered, and simply hung there between the two branches. "Buh..."
Meanwhile, not too far away, a Sir Kibble walked down the road, carrying a small bag of money. He had a slightly worried and confused look on his face as he walked down the path to his house. He looked like just about every other Kibble: Black skin, white eyes, red paws, and golden armor with a boomerang-blade attached to the top. The only two things that made him stand out from any of the others of his species were his red feet and short height, which was about nine inches including his armor, and seven inches without.
"It doesn't make sense! How can the grocery store be completely out of food? It's usually full to bursting every other time I go there..." the Kibble thought aloud. His stomach growled audibly. "It's past noon and I haven't had anything to eat yet... this is not good."
The round knight heaved a sigh as he continued his trek. He stopped by a tree to rest for a moment, and as he did, heard a faint sobbing coming from somewhere up in the tree branches. He looked up, eyes darting around the spring leaves and flowers and looking for the source of the sobbing. He eventually focused on the area that the crying was coming from, but still couldn't see who was there.
"....hello?" the Sir Kibble said a little unsurely.
The sobbing stopped, and after a few moments came a slow reply. "Buh?"
"What's wrong?" the round knight asked, still searching for who he was talking to.
"Istuck..." the voice returned.
The black puffball had to wonder what age the person he was talking to was at that point. Still, he continued the conversation. "Do you need help getting down?"
"Yah..." The tree branches above the Sir Kibble shook, indicating that the latter speaker had nodded his head.
"All right, help's on the way... I guess." The Kibble detached his boomerang-blade from his helmet, aimed it at the tree branches above his head, and threw it. "Hey wait... Er... whoops."
The round knight quickly darted out of the way of the falling tree branches, but was crushed by a falling Blade Knight.
"Buhh?" the Blade Knight questioned, looking around for the person that had saved him. "Whereyuu?" He heard a muffled voice from beneath him and blinked in confusion for a few moments before stepping off.
The Sir Kibble held his head in pain, wincing. "Well... er... that was a brilliant idea, wasn't it?"
"Yah," the Blade Knight said with a nod, his long tongue flopping about as he did so.
The Kibble stared, and couldn't help but chuckle. "No, that was a sarcastic comment." He picked up his blade and re-attached it to his helmet.
"Thankuu unstuckme," the Blade said happily, licking the Sir Kibble across the face with his overlarge tongue.
The Sir Kibble froze when he felt the long, slippery tongue slide across his face and shivered. "Please... don't do that..." He wiped the saliva off of his face and armor. This was certainly the strangest thank-you he had ever received. Once this was done, he examined the Blade Knight once more. "I haven't seen many Blade Knights outside of their villages. Are you working for King Dedede?"
The Blade Knight blinked, tilting his head to the side. "Whothat?"
"Uh, I'll take that as a no." The round knight was in utter disbelief. A Blade Knight that wasn't in one of the villages and wasn't working for Dedede? That was certainly a rarity! "So... uh, what's your name?'
A comical, stupid-looking grin spread across the Blade's face. "I Dagger!" he exclaimed.
"Well, er, hello Dagger. My name's Cutter. It's uh... nice to meet you?" Cutter scratched his head (or rather, the top of his helmet). It was extremely awkward talking to someone who could hardly speak English correctly. "Well, I'd better be going now. I have to get back home." With that, he started walking down the dirt path again.
Dagger apparently didn't get the idea. He followed Cutter down the path, his long tongue dragging in the dirt behind him. It didn't take long for the Kibble to notice that he was being followed.
Cutter turned around, frowning beneath his helmet. "Why're you following me?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
Dagger replied by licking the Sir Kibble across the face for the second time.
"HEY!" Cutter exclaimed, shoving Dagger's tongue away. "Don't do that!"
The Blade Knight seemed hurt. He hadn't meant to annoy Cutter; he just didn't know how to say "I like you!" No one seemed to understand that... He looked down at the ground, kicking his foot. "Isowwie," he said finally.
Cutter seemed a little ashamed himself. He didn't mean to make Dagger sad. "...It's all right."
Dagger smiled again, happy that he hadn't been yelled at again like the other times that he had tried to befriend someone.
"Well, I'll see you, I guess," Cutter said, waving a goodbye to Dagger. He started walking down the path again, not surprised to find the Blade Knight still following after him. He didn't stop, but continued walking, pretending not to notice. After a few minutes he finally reached his house- a dome-shaped structure with two circular windows, a small door, and what looked like an oversized boomerang-blade on the roof. The Kibble opened the door and started to walk in, but paused when he heard Dagger speak again.
"Wait!" Dagger called. Cutter turned to look at him, but the Blade Knight had no reply. He looked away nervously, not sure how to communicate to him what he needed.
It seemed as though Cutter read his thoughts. Either that or he was very good at guessing. "You don't have a place to stay, do you?"
Dagger shook his head sadly. "Nuuu..."
Cutter sighed. "That's what I thought." He thought about it for a few moments before nodding to the Blade Knight. "...you can stay with me for a while if you want."
He was then abruptly tackled into the house and licked across the face for the third time by Dagger. "Well, I guess I'd better get used to that..."