♚ - @turtle-tyrant Continued!
For the love of cherry pie why was he such a hot-head? It would be hypocritical to say that Dedede wasn’t but when Bowser got all riled up he was virtually impossible to talk to.
Dedede folded his arms and turned his gaze elsewhere. Anywhere would be a great deal nicer to look at than inside of this rust bucket!
The latter king’s bellowing is muffled and sets the tone for just how eerie it is being out here in…hold up! Was that just?…No it couldn’t be. They had passed this dang tree three times already and every time it started to appear more like…Whispy…Woods…They were lost in Whispy Woods?! At least they were safe in this ridiculous tin can of Bowser’s and-The engine began to sputter it’s last breath of oil. Great. Just great. Now they were stuck here.
❝ Well I declare, she’s dun dud. ❞ To emphasise his ‘declaration’ Dedede gave a kick to the vehicle. Truth be told King Dedede knew exactly how much trouble the pair of them were in right now! Whispy Woods was renown for being a traveller trap, especially at night! Everywhere you would turn the trees seemed to be aligned the same. Navigating your way out of these woods was near impossible even in the daylight.
Bowser was already feeling the heat by looks of things but then again the koopa was always throwing his weight about. What was he trying to prove anyway?
❝ What?! Walk?! ❞ Bowser’s form may have been able to cope with trekking miles upon miles but Dedede was far too lazy and overweight for that. With a groan of protest Dedede slid himself out of the passenger seat and groggily stepped towards Bowser. ❝ Chicken legs? Listen hear I ain’t no chicken, shell head! I’ma...-eh? ❞ Well what species of bird he is is irrelevant. ❝ I ain’t no chicken. ❞
Bowser’s attempts to hush his words did nothing to stifle what was already coming from this beak. ❝ Hah, ya ain’t foolin’ me, Bows'eh, I know’s'yer lost ‘cus ya don’t even know what neck of the woods yer in. ❞
Rather than following the intransigent Bowser the King of Dreamland attempted to oppose him by blocking his path. ❝ You ain’t had no idea where we been goin’ all day an’ if I follow you we’s'gonna be lost all night! This here ain’t no ordinary woods. This here is Whispy Woods! ❞ That was right and in the overbearing darkness of the night sky this place was dark and ominous…extremely dark and ominous for that matter.
Somehow he still manged to follow in toe of Bowser and due to his rotund exterior he could not go as far as the the latter without becoming overwhelming exhausted. This was a mere twenty minutes into their travels on foot.
❝ I don’t wanna be lost in these here creep'eh woods! I’m…worn slap out. I need t'sit down… and I miss m’bed! ❞ He whined, panting in between his words.
King Dedede plopped himself down onto the ground in a state of pouting and stubbornly refused to press on any further. ❝ This is all your fault! ❞
