It was a beautiful day. The sun shone as brightly in the sky as Kirby had ever seen it shine. The sparse clouds were perfectly bubbly and white, and birds sang as serene choirs in the gently swaying trees. The breeze was warm and caressing, and Kirby whistled as he walked along.
His destination? Well, he didn't know. He had simply woken up, and felt inclined to walk upon a never-traveled path. Kirby's distinctly oval footsteps were the only on the path, quite possibly the only to ever touch the soil he now tread upon, though Dreamland's Savior was curious as to why no one would have taken this path before now.
It was quite nearby his house, in fact, he could see it from the doorway. The appearance of this path is what had prompted him to take this adventure-seeking stroll in the first place. Light drifted over the path in a dusty haze, and most of the previously described beauty of the day was shut out by the thickening trees on either side of the path. So Kirby whistled to keep himself company.
Just out of curiousity, Kirby turned around in his tracks, to see how far he had gone. The path he had been traversing was overladen with shadows, so that it appeared as though he had simply stepped out of a black void. Before being able to react, a gravelly voice spoke up from behind the pink Dreampuff...
"Ahem... little one... ya' want to continue on this path, it'll cost yeh'."
Kirby turned around, setting his curious and bewildered gaze upon the hunched form of an old man, whose wide-brimmed hat slanted down over his face, concealing it in darkness. He was short, only a little taller than Kirby, and very thin.
Kirby lifted his stubby arms to his sides to indicate that he had no money, and stepped back from the old man a little.
The old man simply chuckled, sneering beneath the obscurity of his wide-brimmed cap...
"That's too bad, little one... too bad, yes... you'll have to come with me!"
The man lunged at Kirby, quite weakly, and the agile Dreampuff jumped nimbly out of his path, landing to the side, alarmed and confused.
The man turned, swinging his hand out to grab at Kirby's pretty-much ungraspable form. Kirby tilted backi a little, frowning at this unwanted attack, and skipping back onto the path, away from the old man. As the hunched form of the man rushed Kirby, the pink Dreampuff reacted in his usual manner: he opened his mouth, inhaling the man easily, and, more out of curiousity than need, copied the old man's powers.
As he spit him out onto the path, the old man landed on his feet. He turned to face Kirby, who was now equipped with the old man's wide-brimmed hat.
The old man sneered, "Yes! You've done it now! A new Dimension Walker is born, and I am freed from my curse! You little fool! Ahahahaha!!"
With a strong gust of wind and the black plumage of smoke, the old man disappeared, leaving a bewildered and slightly frightened Kirby on the dark path...
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Any good? I want comments before I continue it. This popped into my head just now ^_^;
See how the mustache hides the slightly sad smile... and the sideburns, portraying his simple, blue-collar roots... and his legs, thick, wide, the legs of the masses!