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Through Our Eyes

Paint Prison

{Popstar - World of Drawcia, Thirteen and a Half Months in the Past}

Deep within a distorted land of paint, the powerful art sorceress Drawcia was locked in battle with the most destructive force she had ever come across. Nothing could stop the monster she was fighting. No, it wasn't the pink ball; that thing was bad, but Drawcia's own creator was what she truly feared. That traitorous brush that helped her to take over this world and make it more beautiful, only to give its power to the ball of hell and try to get her killed. It seemed to have no motivation for either act, but that didn't stop it from fighting.

The brush quickly drew up a rainbow line, reflecting one of Drawcia's flame attacks back at her and knocking the sorceress to the ground. The ball rapidly spun forward slamming Drawcia into the air. The brush quickly painted a set of ramps, the ball rapidly bouncing from one to another while ramming into the sorceress each time he was in mid-air. Several of Drawcia's creations, Para Sorceresses, flew in to protect their master, only to all be blown apart by the brush's power. Drawcia looked on in horror as the beings she called her children were destroyed. She wasn't yet skilled enough in her magic to give them souls, so they didn't just die, they ceased to exist entirely. In a rage, she through all her remaining energy into a full body tackle. The brush quickly did the same with the ball, and the two easily overpowered Drawcia. The brush overflowed Drawcia's body with power, causing her to start burning away in a colossal, fiery explosion. As her vision faded, the sorceress could only think of one thing, the reason she chose this planet in particular to take over.

"Sorry Sis… I'll never find you… not now…"

Drawcia was so fixated on her failure that she even didn't realize the power that freed her from the portrait she was trapped in for millennia began to take hold of her body.

{?, Shortly After the Battle}

Drawcia awoke to total darkness, though she could somehow see herself regardless of the lack of light. "Am I dead or… no, I can't be." The sorceress had met enough wandering spirits (for some reason this galaxy was full of them) to know that after dying, you had a perpetual empty feeling as your soul adjusted to not having a body. She didn't feel anything like that. "I'm alive? I'm alive!" Drawcia started to fly around ecstatic. "I made it! I won! I…" She suddenly crashed into what she could only assume was a wall. "The hell?" Through some more trial and error flying, Drawcia quickly realized that she was trapped in a large room. "I'm trapped!?" Memories of Drawcia's imprisonment in her painting flooded back to her. "No! Not again! Anything but this nightmare again! I need to find a way out! There must be one somewhere!" Drawcia tried to remember how she ended up in the room, but couldn't remember much past exploding in battle. At the most, she got a hazy image of what looked like a pink blob with a blood-red eye floating above it. Drawcia honestly didn't want to rest of THAT memory. One nightmare at a time here. The sorceress quickly summoned some paint at her sleeves and began to paint over the area, hoping she could get a better sense of direction in the pitch black space. Oddly, the paint was visible without the presence of light, much like herself. Drawcia decided to ignore this as she used her paint to map out the perimeter of the room. Drawcia soon started to add extra aesthetics, the artistic side of her taking over (along with the idea of getting her imprisonment of her mind). Within minutes, she had nearly painted an entire house in the empty space.

It wasn't until she created a mirror that she stopped realizing something was wrong. Drawcia gazed at her greyish purple, limbless form in confusion. She looked perfectly normal, not a scratch on her. "Why do I look so normal?" she thought to herself, "I was just getting killed a few minutes ago, shouldn't I have a few bruises at least?" Drawcia quickly glanced around at the rest of her image. The pink ascot, purple robes and witch hat weren't damaged at all, and the gold shoulder pads weren't dented. Even her hair looked perfectly normal, one light blue strand covering one of her glowing yellow eyes like she always styled it to. She continued to stare at the image puzzled. Whatever placed her in this room didn't just save her, it fully restored her.

"Strange isn't it? Master must not have wanted to see such a pretty face all beat up, ahahahahahaha~."

Drawcia flew backwards from sound of high-pitched voice. "What, where did…?" A thought entered her head. "You… you're the one that released me the first time aren't you? Look, I don't care what kind of god you are, release me! My personal fears aren't a joke for you to exploit, and I have someone I need to save!"

"Oh, I'm afraid you've mistaken me for my, well OUR, master." the voice replied, "Also, a god? You really thought that highly of it, without meeting it or anything? Your time imprisoned really did break you, didn't it? Hehehehe."

"Stop laughing at me and show yourself!"

"I already have, just look up."

Drawcia looked up to see the most bizarre creature she had ever laid her eyes on floating over her head. It looked somewhat like a noddy, a small purple ball-like creature that spends most of its time asleep. This thing was much larger than the typical noddy, and had a pair of gold bat wings with magic hexagon shaped "scales" of energy in place of the typical stretched skin found at the bottom a bat wing. The wings were adorned with hearts, and the creature itself wore a red and blue jester's cap and bow tie.

The creature flew in a circle above Drawcia. "So, your Kirby's latest kill fodder right? What are you in for?" The creature teleported to Drawcia's side. "Mess with the kingdom's food supply?" He teleported behind Drawcia. "Try to take over and get labeled as the villain even though you're far more qualified to rule than the bloated idiot in power now? I could've told you that one wouldn't work, trust me." He teleported into Drawcia's hat, one wing jutting out from under and hanging in front of her face. "Or was it more personal for you? It had to be something important, Master doesn't save just anyone, you have to be special." The wing retreated back into Drawcia's hat, which flew of her head a short distance away. The creature emerged from the hat wearing an exact replica of Drawcia's outfit. "Y'know, you have some amazing talents, this looks great on me!" The creature looked over to see Drawcia with an extremely annoyed look on her face "Oh right, where are my manners? I'm Marx, master of chaos, and you are?"

Drawcia shot a flaming ball of magic at Marx from a strange eye… mouth… thing on her body. He easily dodged the blast and fired a wave of magic arrows from his wings, pinning her to the ground. The sorceress struggled to get up starring at Marx with anger. "I don't know what you or your master is, but don't you dare think I'll let you keep me here! I'm not living in another prison, and I can't leave her trapped in one either! Now get me out of this place!"

Marx looked down at the aggravated sorceress below him. "Alright, alright, I get it, but there's no way for you to leave this place, not yet anyway. That said, you can help our master recover." Marx raised one wing, and a ring of light appeared around Drawcia. She shifted around nervously within the ring, struggling to get out of her restraints. "Shhh… don't worry," Marx cooed far too calmly to sound sincere, "I'll make this quick." The ring closed on Drawcia, and a gem flew out of her chest into the claw on Marx's wing. It was a white, tear shaped crystal with red markings unevenly splattered around it like blood stains. Rays of light and clouds of darkness rhythmically pulsed out of the gem, much like a heartbeat. Marx de-summoned the arrows holding Drawcia down and teleported away, leaving a small area of dimensional distortion in his wake. The distortion grew larger, ejecting the gem onto the ground. Marx teleported back into the room and tried again, only for the same thing to happen again. The gem then levitated in the air and flew back into Drawcia's body. She and Marx stared blankly at each other for about a minute and a half before Marx broke the silence. "Um… um… I'll be right back." Marx warped away, leaving Drawcia behind to wonder what the hell was going on.

{Halfmoon - Crystal Cave, Moments Later}

Marx stared at the broken piece of painting frame he had used to warp into Drawcia's "room." "This isn't right, if I can warp in and out at will, then why can't the shard?" He summoned a cellphone and made a call. "C'mon, c'mon, pick u… Ok good. Cross-eyes! We got a problem!"

"Do you really have to call us that?"

"It's that or Derpy. Anyways, I can't get the soul shard out of the frame. We're probably going to have to reassemble it before the shard comes out."

"More things to collect? Really? Alright, fine we'll let the others know. Anything else we should be alerted to?"

"Well, I found the chest Dark Nebula is trapped in, but Dedede has it, and messing with him means messing with Kirby. We'll need someone else to let her out for us, someone expendable."

"Just find some petty thieves and tell them the chest has the Master Crown in it, or something like that. It usually gets their attention. Now, we'll go report the need to find painting frame fragments to the other Dark Matter."

"And I…" Marx looked at the frame piece, "I'm going to have to go back in there and keep the crazy paint witch company, aren't I?"

"If we're going to keep her on our side, then yes."

"Ugh… She's probably going to be one of those boring "feel and understand the art" people."

"We could send Miracle Matter if you want."

"Nah, she'd make it worse. I'm on my own on this one."

{Popstar - Sky, Present Day}

Above the sea of clouds that forms the boundary between Dream Land and Floralia, a colossal airship known as the Halberd was making its usual rounds across the sky. On deck, a short, cloaked, figure with a mask led a larger, vaguely humanoid creature dressed in red and silver armor towards a cannon on top of the ship.

"Heavy Knight," the masked figure said, "I must ask, why have you chosen to join us?"

"Sir Meta Knight, I'm here to keep an eye on Sword and Blade, make sure they stay out of trouble."

"Isn't that my job?"

"I suppose… So what have you brought me here to see?"

"You're on cannon cleaning duty this week, so I'm showing you the most important cannon we have, Main Cannon #2." Meta Knight gestured towards a large, double-barreled gun turret. "The top barrel fires cannonballs the size of baby elephants, while the lower barrel fires an immensely powerful laser. If someone tries to infiltrate the Halberd through the top, this mechanical arm will grab them and hold them right in front of the lower barrel." The Meta Knight turned to see Heavy Knight staring off at the sky. "Is there a problem, recruit?"

Heavy Knight pointed in the direction he was staring. "Sir Meta Knight! There's something heading towards us!"

Meta Knight looked off to the distance and saw what looked like a blue and white metal galleon flying towards the Halberd. "The Lor Starcutter? But that means…"

"Isn't that Magolor's ship, he's a friend of Kirby's right? It shouldn't be a threat then."

"You don't understand. Whenever Kirby is out with his friends…" Just then, a large explosion was heard from below, and a large number of trees flew up from under the sea of clouds and arced over the Halberd, falling back under the clouds on the other side. "He causes something like that!" Without another word, Meta Knight's cape shifted into a pair of dragon wings, and both he and the Lor Starcutter departed for the surface.

Heavy Knight just stared at the sea of clouds having a hard time processing what he just saw.

Welcome to my first story, I hope you all enjoy! Constructive criticism appreciated, so leave a comment if you'd like. Also, as a warning, my nature is to over analyze, so I'm literally at a point where my head cannons are shooting out more head cannons (they've upgraded to real world cannons). Be prepared for shit you wouldn't expect in Kirby, especially with how perceive some characters and some of my more… interesting… ideas and concepts. No lemons though, I can assure you of that.

~Minima