Before I start this story, please know I don't hate Amiibos or smash bros. This is a joke story/creepypasta.
Enjoy!
DAY 1 - THE BEGINNING
It was nearing the time when the sun was slowly fading in the evening. It was just about time for dusk. There was a kid staying up way too late playing SSB4 in his room at around 11:30 AM. He was fighting against his brother ingame, winning over and over with improved, even excellent skills from training with his Amiibo. "Are you done beating me to death?"
"Yeah," his brother expectingly replied. "I've destroyed my opponents with my main Kirby several times. Don't even try again, Lucas. By the way," his brothers normal half-smile turned to a frown with angered eyes, ready to shout. "I GET IT, I KNOW, I KNOW! MY NAME'S ONE OF THE SMASH CHARACTERS!" Lucas stormed out of his brothers room and went to bed infuriated. Across the room, there stared an amiibo that looked cute and friendly on a high shelf.. Kirby! Something seemed a little odd though. The kid stared at the amiibo, and questioned..how it looked like it was tired of something. "Maybe I should get some rest too..."
NIGHT 1 - AWAKENING
The kid looked at his bed ready to go to sleep. He hopped in without a thought.
From across the room, the Kirby Amiibo was starting to feel emotions rushing through itself. Looking from afar, he saw the fool who was messing with him. Playing with him. Bought him just to fight with him. They never got to know each other. Kirby never had a chance to kill him in the competition, either, to show his unbridled rage. Suddenly, a root of anger flushed through his entire body. He started to feel his bones grow and his glue melt. He started to move around attempting to escape his grasp. He managed to break free from his electronic soul. A demon he may seem now, but that night he was too weak to damage something at all.
Struggling through the entire night, the kirby amiibo attempted to escape.
Around 4 AM, he managed to break free from his prison fully. He would no longer work on the Wii U: He would have to hide himself or the kid would find out and get rid of him. How would he kill the kid? Kirby started wondering what he would do. How would he get off a high shelf? Would he end up killing himself? What would he do? As he thought these thoughts, he knew that his doom was impending and at random as well. He was scared. What would he do?
DAY 2 - HATERED
Coming soon!
Enjoy!
DAY 1 - THE BEGINNING
It was nearing the time when the sun was slowly fading in the evening. It was just about time for dusk. There was a kid staying up way too late playing SSB4 in his room at around 11:30 AM. He was fighting against his brother ingame, winning over and over with improved, even excellent skills from training with his Amiibo. "Are you done beating me to death?"
"Yeah," his brother expectingly replied. "I've destroyed my opponents with my main Kirby several times. Don't even try again, Lucas. By the way," his brothers normal half-smile turned to a frown with angered eyes, ready to shout. "I GET IT, I KNOW, I KNOW! MY NAME'S ONE OF THE SMASH CHARACTERS!" Lucas stormed out of his brothers room and went to bed infuriated. Across the room, there stared an amiibo that looked cute and friendly on a high shelf.. Kirby! Something seemed a little odd though. The kid stared at the amiibo, and questioned..how it looked like it was tired of something. "Maybe I should get some rest too..."
NIGHT 1 - AWAKENING
The kid looked at his bed ready to go to sleep. He hopped in without a thought.
From across the room, the Kirby Amiibo was starting to feel emotions rushing through itself. Looking from afar, he saw the fool who was messing with him. Playing with him. Bought him just to fight with him. They never got to know each other. Kirby never had a chance to kill him in the competition, either, to show his unbridled rage. Suddenly, a root of anger flushed through his entire body. He started to feel his bones grow and his glue melt. He started to move around attempting to escape his grasp. He managed to break free from his electronic soul. A demon he may seem now, but that night he was too weak to damage something at all.
Struggling through the entire night, the kirby amiibo attempted to escape.
Around 4 AM, he managed to break free from his prison fully. He would no longer work on the Wii U: He would have to hide himself or the kid would find out and get rid of him. How would he kill the kid? Kirby started wondering what he would do. How would he get off a high shelf? Would he end up killing himself? What would he do? As he thought these thoughts, he knew that his doom was impending and at random as well. He was scared. What would he do?
DAY 2 - HATERED
Coming soon!
