Chapter 1: Prologue/Chapter 1: Bright Burning Flame
Notes:
look i had great ideas for this fic but i just couldn’t come up with a good way to get the Kirby cast into the Inpherno but i felt compelled to explain so i just went “subspace did it. sure”
this will never come up again btw
i PROMISE this gets better at Chapter 2 just gimme time to set up the intersecting subplots
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
-BLACKROCK LABS LOG NO. 3497-
*whirring*
“Are you sure this interdimensional transporter will work?”
“Yes…SO PRESS THE BUTTON ALREADY!!”
*click*
*louder whirring*
“…sir, it’s not worki-“
“LEMME SEE THAT!!”
*click* *click* *click* *click* *click*
*whirring intensifies*
“Sir, it’s buste-“
“MY BLUEPRINTS WERE 100% CORRECT!! YOU just need to build it RIGHT this time!!”
*clang*
“…yes sir…”
-END LOG-
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(Kirby)
Kirby’s eyelids felt heavy. He was sprawled flat on the ground, taking in the beautiful blue sky, the refreshingly cool floor below him, and the distinct smell of…trash? This couldn’t be right. He shot up, and instead of being greeted with the cozy tree he fell asleep under, he was greeted with the cold, unfeeling locale of a dingy alleyway in the middle of a city. As far as he knew, there weren’t any places in Planet Popstar that looked like this. Maybe Magolor took him on a surprise trip to Halcandra while he was sleeping? Although, if that was the case…why wasn’t there pollution from the factories in Egg Engines? His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling out for him. He turned to where the sound came from, and saw his friend, Elfilin, lying in a dumpster!
“Kirby! You’re here too! Thank goodness!”
Notes:
some notes/headcanons:
-the chapter title was inspired by Bright Spinning Planet, which is Kirby Planet Robobot’s title theme
-this fic in general is inspired by that one forsaken x Phighting fanfic
-i am hopelessly hyperfixated on both franchises but if i mess up any canon Phighting lore lmk. i feel much more confident on my Kirby lore but if i screw it up feel free to inform me aswell.
-also this takes place pre-DITF. just saying incase the comic ends up killing off one of the characters I’ve been using in this ficalso as more characters are gradually introduced i decided to put a section here explaining everyone’s Gear
Kirby: Gear Cloner. Works pretty much like the Copy ability in Super Star. Copy Abilities are gear-specific, so copying Subspace wouldn’t give him Poison or something, it would give him a copy of his Subspace Tripmines. He can also use additional abilities a Phighter has tied to(like Subspace’s E ability, Mist Rush, in this case) or invent new ones on the fly. Should be noted that his Inhale still copies exactly the same as always. So don’t be surprised when you see him JUST inhale in the story because that’s what he’d be used to.
Elfilin: Telewarp. Idk it’s the only teleporting/warping gear I found and Elfilin’s only power is to create dimensional portals so. It’s good enough. Not like he’ll actually use it or anything.
Chapter 2: No Repose for the King / Vagrant Swordsman’s Song of Retrospection / Darkest Night’s Dessert Order
Summary:
Dedede ends up in Lost Temple and seeks shelter.
Sword wanders through town, lost in thought.
Slingshot serves the strangest customer that’s ever visited his shop.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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(Dedede)
Being the king of Dream Land was hard work, especially now that he’d taken on actual responsibilities after his clashes with Kirby. King Dedede was ready for a nice nap. He turned off the lights, flopped into his bed, tucked himself in, and closed his eyes. But, oh, his stomach rumbled like an earthquake. He needed a midnight snack. So, he opened his eyes and-
“Wha-HUH?!”
Dedede’s jaw lay agape. Within the split second his eyes were shut, he’d been transported out of his castle and into a jungle of some kind. His hammer had traveled into the dimension with him(he thanked his lucky stars for that), and he saw a strange-looking building in the distance. The tired king decided it would be best to shelter there for the night, so he pushed himself off the floor and began walking. Leaves crunching at every step, the king forced his way past the endless maze of trees. He managed to locate the place he was looking for, but on closer inspection…something was off. It was clearly a religious building of some kind, which bode well for the king, but the door was adorned with a singular peering eye, a reminder of Dedede’s encounters with Dark Matter. He felt a hollow sensation in his chest, his body telling him something’s wrong and this can’t be anything good. But still, what other choice did he have? He was stranded in another dimension, with nowhere to say, and surely any religion worth its salt would take him in, right? So, he stood, pondering. But before he could choose, much less act, the door flung open to reveal someone.
“Oh, a visitor! What brings you to the True Eye today?”
Dedede studied the man. He was humanoid, he was well-dressed, and was missing an eye. He talked in a jovial tone, almost reminiscent of a salesperson. But the most striking detail, to him, were the horns. They were as stereotypically devilish as horns could possibly be. All signs were pointing away, away from this…false priest, but…he also thought of the infinite expanse of woods that lay before him. After all, who knows what interdimensional monsters could be lurking there? So, he forced himself to respond.
“I’m just a traveler. Got lost somewhere an’ I can’t get back. So, I’m lookin’ for somewhere to stay the night. Don’t need anythin’ fancy, just wanna be off the grass.”
“We have an attic upstairs! I’ll guide you there. Just make sure to clean up after you leave.”
“Sounds good ‘ta me, thanks.”
“Oh, and if you want a little extra money on the side…we do have opportunities open for people like you.”
King Dedede let the thought of performing jobs for these people marinate in his mind for a second before following the man. Tough decisions could wait, for now. King Dedede needed to sleep.
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(Sword)
The sights and sounds of Crossroads kept passing by. Inphernals talked, shops negotiated their prices, and Sword’s boots slammed onto the concrete. And yet, with all this stimuli, Sword’s mind was nowhere near here. His head kept replaying the same memory over and over again, forcing Sword on an endless rollercoaster of emotions. He could still hear Rocket’s screams, he could still feel his sword still in his hands, and he could still see his best friend being dragged away. He could even see the strange lump in his path-
*WHAM!*
He’d been snapped out of his flashbacks. He’d tripped over a pink basketball. Thankfully, he wasn’t seriously hurt, but his bruises still stung. He got up and prepared to pick up the basketball and take it to whatever court has lost it, so it was quite a surprise when he saw the basketball looking right at him.
“Are you alright, poyo?”
“WAAAAAH-“
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(Slingshot)
It was a rather slow day at the café. The usual lunch rush failed to bring in many customers, and apart from a few small orders of coffee in the morning, the shop had been completely barren. But…a few minutes before closing, Slingshot heard the door glide open, and a mysterious figure approached the counter. It was cloaked in a shadowy cape, had branded shoulderpads, seemingly had its head on its torso, and a large metal mask. Sling could’ve even swore its eyes were glowing. It slowly walked up to the register. Was it possibly here to…order something?
“Um…m-may I take your order?”
“…you serve parfait, correct?”
At this, Sling couldn’t help but crack a smile. This mysterious, terrifying creature wanted a teeny tiny cake. It was innately humorous. But he didn’t want to be sliced to pieces by the sword it was carrying in a sheath, so he suppressed the urge to laugh.
“Alright then…your total will be 520 Bux, then.”
“Will this do?”
The creature pulled out a sack filled with strange golden coins adorned with stars. It wasn’t like any faction currency Sling had ever seen. Maybe it was one of the many currencies used during the war? This guy looks like the type to be a veteran, anyways. And besides, he could probably sell them off to some foolish pawnbroker who’d think it’s some alien artifact or whatever.
“And…a name for that order?”
“…you may call me ‘Galaxia’.”
Notes:
some notes/headcanons:
-each faction has their own currency, but Bux is issued by the government of Crossroads, which makes it universal and accepted almost everywhere
-Meta Knight ends up catching onto the “rules” of this dimension way faster than everyone else, and goes under a pseudonym to conform to the naming convention
-Sword’s chapter title is a reference to Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection because i thought it sounded cool.
-everyone starts growing horns the second they enter the Inpherno, however most of these are small(since they’re just growing in) and easily hidden under whatever headwear the character is wearing. but in the case of Kirby specifically, since the universe would probably regard him as a new-spawn, he wouldn’t grow horns at all. Elfilin does get them though, so just imagine a teeny tiny version of Elfilis’ horns start growing on Elfilin’s head.also MORE GEAR EXPLANATIONS YAY
Dedede: Star Hammer. It’s an official roblox gear LITERALLY based off Dedede’s hammer. This was the easiest pick of my life.
Meta Knight: Gigantic Bat Wings. He still has Galaxia with all its powers and stuff and uses Galaxia as his gear name pseudonym but his real given gear is his wings.
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