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Nightmare was sorta confused by Kirby’s disgust. Also was he smaller? Did he shrink? Or maybe Nightmare grew? Regardless, this wasn’t a reaction that Kirby had before. Last time he just smiled.

“Is something wrong?”

Nightmare asked, clueless and a little worried.

He was also clueless to the idea of two versions of Kirby existing at the same time, so he assumed this was the same borb he knew from the day he was spawned.

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Another yawn as he slid the sandstone back into place, to cover up the triangular device— one which looked a lot like an electricity conductor one would see in sci-fi movies. 

Nightmare stretched a bit as he looked around the room. A couple day more, and this room would be done. The other rooms would take a bit more work, and a couple days as well.. But he should be done his construction by the end of the week. 

Before his blue counterpart could get back.

At Nightmare’s pace, he’d probably have a while to relax.. So he decided he was going to tackle some offhand potential problems now. Which meant stopping procrastinating on visiting someone.

Checking the time..

It’s an apt time for him to be asleep.

Nightmare smiles to himself as he floats down onto the floor, reclines, then falls asleep himself. It’s the easiest he’s fell asleep in the past hundred years.

The next moment, after he opens his eyes, he’s in a hall of doors, dreadful and inky colors surrounding himself and the hallway. It shifts, iridescent strands flowing all around the endless walls like clouds in wind.

It’s been like this for a while.

Regardless, Nightmare has something to do. And with a wave of his hand.. He finds the Dream Door of the person he was looking for. Nightmare examines the handle and framework. There is no lock on this door, no runes on the frame. He’s able to enter.

So, enter he did.

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Curse this. Curse all of this. eNeMeE hated being small. He hated the fact that his most recent death was thanks to a Kirby. Yes, he was still bitter about that. He didn’t take it out on the pink puff before, but right now, he was really feeling a desire to hurt a child for killing him. It was pretty irrational, but whatever.

eNeMeE was stupid enough to not realize that this Kirby was not the same one as the one he dealt with previously. I mean, can anyone blame him? Really. Seriously.

So, he was silent as he approached in the dead of night, finding Kirby’s home like a really big weirdo. He could detect a presence in there. Unaware of whether Kirby was asleep or awake, or if it was even Kirby who was in there, he positioned himself ontop of the spherical home silently, letting his cape cover parts of it that didn’t have windows.

Scanning the sides, he eventually decided to run his claws along the door’s oak. Loudly. 

Very loudly. Like, wow, that was not subtle whatsoever.

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A package is dropped off inside the sand fortress. Inside is a large, deep blue cloak-like dress. The front is littered with golden stars and patterns. The bottom of the dress fans out to show a space pattern on the bottom with a gold-rimmed finish. Attached to the box is a card that reads: Dear Mr. Nightmare, I'm sorry I couldn't get this to you in time for Christmas, but I made you this to celebrate you not being sick. I hope you feel as good wearing it as I know you are inside! From, Bandana.

Nightmare was sort of.. Unsure as to how people keep finding him. Yes, his base was very obvious, but to estimate its location in the first place amongst any other place on the planet was something he was still trying to figure out. This isn’t the first package he’s been given, except this time there’s no pelican around to chatter a bit with him before flying off. Instead, the box is alone. In his base, amongst metal and sand.

Nightmare was a fellow without a set height. He could be as tall as he wanted, and as small as a foot and four inches. But, he can tell when things are big in comparison to other things. This box is big. Big compared to the local wildlife. It’s like it’s specifically made for someone his size.

The card is pretty big too, and-

I hope you feel as good wearing it as I know you are inside! From, Bandana.

Oh jeez, he feels sick again. Alright, calm down, swallow the sick feeling. 

Alright, how’s he going to open this box without tearing it to shreds.. Oh. Yeah, just.. Take off the top. Not like there’s a ribbon or anything keeping him from it. 

Nightmare’s very careful with the contents, hovering high enough to assure that the fabric doesn’t drag on the sandy floor. He looks it over, shock and awe clear on his face.

“..How..??”

Was one of the questions he had. For a brief moment, he forgot that creatures were capable of making beautiful works of art.

“A-Ah.. It’s so nice.. So..”

He could rip this thing up with a single movement of his hand. He could draw a long slash along it, break all its seams. He could destroy work that probably took forever with a single movement.

He could destroy it, then spawn a brand new one. No one would possibly be the wiser, he could-

...

“W-What a fantastic taunt.. It’s almost like he knows what I’m going to do..”

Nightmare goes from chuckling to silent. There’s nothing funny about it. It’s reflected in the ever so familiar expression the guy’s wearing. It’s the same sort of one that someone expects to see from him when he’s wearing his soft yellow.

Tears and all.

He tries very hard to not tear holes in the thing as he grips onto it. 

As he cries tears that lack sadness, it’s more than evident that they’re not normal. Infact, they’re black. Pure black. They leave trails of black down his face and act more like paint than water.

It takes him a small bit, but he coughs, then refolds the dress, puts it back into its box and everything too. Securing the top back onto it, he puts it into the Dimensional Cape for safe keeping. He couldn’t keep it out here, after all..

...

At the very, very top of his cape, the part mostly hidden by his pauldrons, darkness parts for the familiar colors of the sun’s rays. 

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"Hi Mr. Nightmare!" It seems the child has appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Nightmare holds himself back from wheezing. Despite not doing anything with it, Nightmare closes his black cape up around himself, then turns to Bandana with a slightly abashed expression.

“Hello, Bandana.. How did you.. How did you get here?”

Nightmare questioned, feeling slightly cheated by the fates with the kid showing up now.

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((!! for Bandana from Banana))

A small, otherworldy Waddle Dee. Orange, bright, colorful and giddy in the very color of their fur. Seeking out individuality, this Waddle Dee has set itself apart by wearing a blue bandana ontop of their head, perfect and unsullied by any signs of battles or cruelty.

Much unlike their counterpart, obviously. This version proved themself to be more friendly and welcoming towards others. However, there is naivety within them that could be (and has been) abused in the past. The dee is still warm towards others, despite previous abuse of trust and battles with strong enemies. They are willing and ready to help, even if the foe they face is scary.

Persistent. Persistent in regards to helping others, persistent in seeking good, even where it cannot be. Illogically, charmingly so.

A good Waddle Dee.

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A waddle is walking up to the blue wizard, a bit of fear and curiosity leading him to walk right up to him. "Hello!" He squeaked out.

Nightmare was ten feet tall. Nightmare was also picking his teeth with his fingers idly, sort of leaning back on thin air and looking off. So when something got his attention, you’d bet he stopped whatever he was doing and looked around for whatever’d caught it.

The gargantuan wizard looked down at a tiny Waddle Dee with a blue hat.

“Didn’t I already mess with you? Oh, wait, yeah, no, that was one with a different hat. Well. New person, new bit of fun to be had.”

Nightmare leaned forward terribly insultingly, leaning so far down that it was safe to say he’d basically folded over himself. He held his hands behind his back as he let his grin show.

“Hi. What’s your name, kid.”

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😘 ((Y'know what. I'm in a meme mood so do it for the dead egg and the fuckboi egg.))

Them as a person : Powerful mage with the abilities to do things that others can’t? Impressive.

Level of attractiveness : Tiny and unremarkable. Generally not very attractive.

What annoys them most : Dude’s a general ass. Can’t take jokes and also can’t control anger.

What they like the most : Monster form.

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : Talk.

Overall opinion : Would converse with.. Out of politeness.

Rating : eh / 10