Note:
This is just a one-off, based on a few short ideas I had about Amazing Mirror.
Please tell me what you think.
The trademark ‘Kirby’ and all related
characters, locations, stories and footwear is the property of
Nintendo.
Light and Dark
By
tikitikirevenge
Light…
…and with a flash of light, it was over…
the Dark Mind simply ceased to exist.
The Warp Star came to a halt in mid-air.
Clinging on to it was Kirby, who breathed a sigh of relief.
“That was close,” he said.
“Perhaps,” whispered a voice from behind
him.
Starting in surprise, Kirby turned his
head and saw Meta Knight standing, arms crossed.
“What do you mean, ‘perhaps’?” said
Kirby angrily.
“That is not for you to know… yet,” said
Meta Knight solemnly.
“Cut it out with the stupid mystique-y
stuff,” muttered Kirby. “It doesn’t make people think you’re wise or anything.”
“It doesn’t?” said Meta Knight,
surprised. “Oh… so I’ve been wasting all those years…”
“I told you that before, two years ago,”
reminded Kirby. “Remember? You kept on throwing stuff at me when I was
sleeping?”
“Vaguely,” said Meta Knight, whipping
his cloak back in front of his face. “But there are secret things… ve-ry secret
things… which, if told, would horrify you…”
“Don’t start again,” moaned Kirby.
“Sheesh, okay,” said Meta Knight,
sounding harassed. “I just was going to say that you did a really good job back
there.”
“No thanks to you,” said Kirby. “Where
were you?”
“I had my own business to-”
“Last warning,” said Kirby.
“I was down at the cocktail lounge,
sipping down a fruit juice,” admitted Meta Knight. “There, are you happy now?”
“Why weren’t you helping?” demanded
Kirby.
“You’re a competent Star Warrior,” said
Meta Knight. “I’d already told you about his weak spot, so-”
“No, you didn’t,” said Kirby.
“Come again?” said Meta Knight.
“You didn’t say anything about a
weak spot,” repeated Kirby.
“Oh. Ah… a slight oversight on my part,
then,” said Meta Knight.
“You’ve really become kind of lazy,
recently, don’t you think?” said Kirby.
“Excuse me!” said Meta Knight
indignantly. “Let’s see you stand in my shoes for a day.”
“That reminds me,” said Kirby, “how can
you stand in midair like that?”
“I can’t,” said Meta Knight.
There was a pause.
Meta Knight slowly looked down and
confirmed that he was, indeed, standing on thin air.
“Well, how about that?” he said.
“I think gravity might be a bit peeved
now,” said Kirby.
“Probably,” said Meta Knight. “Well,
then, I’d better fly!”
He dropped out of sight, making a
bloodcurdling scream all the way down to the bottom.
Kirby gently steered his Warp Star down,
too…
…Dark
Unbelievable as it was, it had only been
hours before when Dark Meta Knight had managed to temporarily leave the Mirror
World.
He shot out of the great mirror in the
sky, and rocketed out through the horizon, coming to rest upon the fields of
Green Greens.
“Where the heck am I?” he wondered.
Near by, Kirby the pink round small cute
powerful already-previously-fore-predestined puffball was taking a walk in a
meadow.
“Such a lovely day,” he said, “I’m glad
that nothing could go wrong to day. That’s right. Nothing could go wrong… at
all… hence my being so happy.”
(For the uninitiated, the preceding was
an extremely poor example of irony. Irony would probably be better suited
to a tragedy or comedy, but in this case it serves to show the pain which Kirby
is implied as going through. Keep in mind that I can’t actually use literary
devices.)
Silently, Dark Meta Knight crept up
behind Kirby.
“Who is he?” wondered Dark Meta
Knight. “And why does he look like a pink version of Shadow Kirby?”
Kirby yawned, accidentally blowing down
a nearby tree.
“And why is Shadow Kirby called
shadow, for that matter? Could it be that this creature is the-”
“Oh, hi, Meta Knight,” said Kirby, “I
didn’t see you!”
“Yes…” said Dark Meta Knight, thinking
quickly, “Meta Knight… me… I am…”
“Wait…” said Kirby, “Meta Knight is all
mysterious and stuff… you’re an impostor!”
“Uh, sword attack,” said Dark Meta
Knight.
“Wha?” said Kirby.
Dark Meta Knight pulled out his sword
and hit Kirby with it.
Kirby split into four separate Kirbys.
“What the-?” said Kirby.
“Darn it, I hate it when that
happens instead,” said Dark Meta Knight. “Well… I’ll be off, then.”
And with those words, he flew back to
the mirror in the sky.
Kirby looked at his copies. There was a
red Kirby, and a green Kirby, and a yellow Kirby.
“This is weird,” said Kirby.
“I’ll say,” said the red Kirby.
“Oh Gordo it TALKS! OH PLEASE NO,
NO, NO AHHH AHHHH HELP!” screamed Kirby.
“Ditto,” said Red Kirby.
Kirby and Red Kirby both ran around in
circles, screaming, then screamed a bit harder when they realised that they were
doing the exact same thing.
Yellow Kirby and Green Kirby looked at
each other for a while, and then fainted.
…Light
“I’ve been thinking,” said Yellow Kirby,
sitting down, “we didn’t really do much at all, did we?”
“Yeah,” said Red Kirby, rubbing her head
in intense concentration. “Didn’t we just wander around where we pleased, for
the most part?”
“Yep,” said Green Kirby.
“Didn’t see you there,” said Yellow
Kirby.
“I was wearing my invisible hat,”
explained Green Kirby.
Yellow Kirby mouthed something rude but
oh so appropriate, and Red Kirby giggled.
“Like I was saying,” continued Yellow
Kirby, “maybe if we had spent less time sightseeing and more time actually
helping Kirby out, this would have been over in a tenth of the time?”
“Maybe,” said Red Kirby. “Who knows?”
“Maybe Whispy Woods knows!” suggested
Green Kirby excitedly.
“We’re still in the Mirror World,”
reminded Yellow Kirby.
“Oh, that,” said Green Kirby.
Frown.
“Yeah, we were kind of completely
useless,” said Red Kirby. “Oh, well, at least the genuine Kirby could still do
his stuff.”
“Hey, I found this can of spray paint
that makes me look just like chocolate!” exclaimed Green Kirby, doing a Kirby
dance.
“We so have to kill him when we get
back,” whispered Yellow Kirby out of the corner of his mouth.
“Huh,” agreed Red Kirby.
…Dark
Long before the Dark Mind met its
downfall, Kracko floated around in the air.
“Hey, there,” said Dark Meta Knight,
drifting casually towards him.
“Remind me,” said Kracko, “why am I in
the mirror world?”
“You’re actually an evil reflection of
yourself,” explained Dark Meta Knight. “Didn’t you already know that?”
“It was just for the benefit of any
people who can hear this conversation,” said Kracko, “which is- wait: does that
mean my real self is good?”
“Well, no, not really,” conceded Dark
Meta Knight, “but it’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Glad to hear it,” said Kracko.
“That was sarcasm,” said Dark Meta
Knight.
“Yes,” agreed Kracko.
“Well, this conversation was pointless,”
said Dark Meta Knight.
“You’re so dull, that’s why,” explained
Kracko.
“Oh,” said Dark Meta Knight, “that’s not
very nice of you.”
“See you,” said Kracko pointedly.
“Sure, sure,” said Dark Meta Knight,
turning to leave. “I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
“What for?” said Kracko.
“Oh, I accidentally let Kirby and three
Kirby-like things into this world.”
Kracko’s eye widened. “You… you…”
“Nincompoop?” suggested Dark Meta
Knight.
“…you idiot,” said Kracko.
“Just saying,” said Dark Meta Knight,
raising his arms in defence.
Kracko sighed and went off to spread the
bad news.
…Light
Now, Kirby and Shadow Kirby walked side
by side, in the wreckage of the Mirror Universe within the Mirror Universe of
the Universe.
“So, who exactly are you?” said Kirby,
after a pause. “You don’t actually seem that bad, now that I’m not
indiscriminately kicking you.”
“I’m not,” said Shadow Kirby.
“So, who are you?” said Kirby.
“I’m a sort of guardian of peace, in the
Mirror Universe,” explained Shadow Kirby.
“Your universe sucks,” said Kirby.
Shadow Kirby looked hurt and angry.
“Uh, no offence,” added Kirby.
“None taken,” sighed Shadow Kirby.
“Just… don’t… you’re right. It does suck. Can I come back with you?”
“No!” said Kirby. “What happened to the
‘guardian’ thing?”
Shadow Kirby pouted. “Why did you have
to kick me all the time?”
“Well…” Kirby paused, wondering how he
was going to bluff his way out of this one.
Shadow Kirby waited, impatiently.
“…fun?” ventured Kirby.
Shadow Kirby threw a boulder at Kirby,
killing him.
Shadow Kirby paused, wondering what to
do.
“Meh,” he said, inhaling Kirby’s
carcass.
Shadow Kirby picked up a can of spray
paint and painted himself pink.
“Well,” said Shadow Kirby, “I guess it’s
kind of immoral, but it’s fun.”
And so, under the guise of Kirby, he
went off into the real-ish world.
