howard slayte

An unknown space. An unknown time. Just where had Kirby gone to this time? Had he somehow gotten himself warped back to the New World? Was this the work of Star Dream? Or worse yet... a new foe? As the rotund pink ball swept his gaze all over this lush landscape, he could only think of one thing, Planet Pop Star.

A worried expression is paired with the mutter of a single word, "Poyo..."

Before Kirby was able to find something that connected to his world, such as the ever helpful Waddle Dees or the various many foes he faced in his life. But now all manners of beings surrounded him, things that did not belong to his planet. From walking magnets to flying bugs, Kirby wasn't sure if they were friend or foe just yet.

But the most curious thing above all, was a man just off in the distance. Kirby runs up to the fellow, as curious as ever, and watches as he stands back up. With a wave of his hands, exclaims aloud "Poyo!" to greet this newfound stranger.

Holy shit, you're tripping balls.

No, you're seriously tripping balls. You're conked the fuck out. The pressure has gotten to you. Maybe BARNABY FINCH had dumped one too many ledgers on your desk for you to sign. A vacation would've been great, but as the newest admin, you got the worst time off. The other three tended to get better destinations too.

Didn't fern delaney and jayden cross take a vacation to Wyndon where they plowed each other? Fuck if you knew. You never got invited to group outings despite paying for half of them.

"What the fuck?" Your eye widened as you stared at this weird pink puffball. "What kind of Pokémon are you?"

Man, this Jigglypuff looked super fucked up.

All of a sudden, a strange looking Unown appeared on the horizon alongside a Serperior. You reach for your belt, only to realize you lack your best Pokemon. Admittedly, you have none of those. Most of your 'mons are pretty shitty, but you're trying your best.

"Jigglypuff, kick their shit in!"

Yeah, you're a god-tier trainer.

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kirby
SKIPPING

howard slayte

"Poyo!"

He wasn't quite sure just what was going on, but this green snake was threatening to hurt his new friend and there was no way Kirby would let this happen. As if by fate, A Parasol Waddle Doo happens to float down from the sky, nonchalantly descending with its umbrella. The perfect opportunity had arrived.

Kirby opens his mouth and soon, his wrath would be unleashed. Like a vacuum, he would begin to suck anything and everything along the Parasol Waddle Doo's path, from leaves, rocks, even trees, nothing was spared in his hunger for power. The one-eyed creature tries to run away, but all in vain, it had now become one with Kirby.

Through a magical transformation, the galactic warrior dons a parasol of his own, not the mightiest of powers, but in the right hands could be extremely devastating. Walking up to the Serperior, he raises his weapon and proceeds to smack it down over and over again, beating its body until it laid defeated on the ground. But still he did not stop, not until he was satisfied.

Minutes pass by and finally the pink ball is exhausted. He turns around with the remains of the Pokemon barely recognizable behind him. He looks up to Howard with a smile on his face, completely oblivious to what he had just done, for all he thinks is that he saved his friend.

"Poyo!"

(Swallowing Parasol Waddle Doo)