the hands of evil; kind of rushed, but okay
chapter 1
The lights had gone white. The going from a dark room to this, it seemed to take a beating on Kirby's eyes. He blinked a few times, and it was gone.
Where was he? The little head bolted upright. This was not his cozy house. This was not the nice woods. This was not dreamland. It wasn't ripple star or any other planet or star he knew. No place he ever walked. No room he ever entered. He was processing all of the places he remembered when a rotting apple slammed into his face.
He pushed it away, disgusted. He was never disgusted. Was that even food? He looks behind himself curiously and got his answer. The 'apple' started to mutate. It grew into a mad apple. Then, some more into something he never saw. Like, a big version of himself as an apple. It started to talk in a distorted voice. It sounded familiar and dark. “Hey, Kirby, do you ever wonder who you are?â€



