King Dedede slammed his fist onto the table in frustration. Why couldn't he find any good actors?! He excused the cappy in front him and flopped down into his chair. Why was this so hard?
King Dedede wanted to find some new actors for his upcoming TV show. He, even though he was magnificent, was tired of hearing his own voice coming out of every single screen in Cappytown. Especially because the waddle dees can't talk, he and Escargoon would have to dub every single voice. It would be nice to have some new faces showing up. Of course he would be the main character still, no one could take that role from him.
But finding new (and good) actors was proving to be difficult. Most of the people who had auditioned were either too annoying or terrible at acting. There were maybe one or two that could maybe be a possibility but made it there barely.
The next Cappy came up on the stage. He introduced himself as Bert and looked at his script. Then he awkwardly proceeded to read it. King Dedede immediately crossed out his name and yawned. He had been here all day and nothing had impressed him. He was just going to call it quits after this one.
"So did I make it?" The shrill voice of the cappy on stage broke King Dedede's train of thought. Looking up he saw the kid looking at him with bright, hopeful eyes. Oh well, he's about to know what having your dreams crushed feels like. At least there's one fun part to these auditions.
"Yeah right, you couldn't be on this show if you were the last person on Popstar. Face it kid, none of you got the talent fo' this show. Now git outta here!"
Dedede chuckled quietly as the cheerful cappy's demeanor quickly turned to disappointment. He slumped down and slowly made his exit.
"And close the door on your way out!"
Making his way to his room, King Dedede clicked his pen against the clipboard and took another look at all the crossed out names. This was hopeless. How was he ever going to find the perfect actor for this role? King Dedede wanted to have three new actors but with the talent of these cappies he could be happy with just one.
Dedede tapped the pen against his chin in thought. The two actors that had the slightest bit of potential were circled. They showed the slightest bit of emotion when the script had read that their father died, though it was so little you'd assume they were faking being sad. As if they were in the will of a wealthy family or something. They both sucked, especially for the role. Oh well, they would have to do.
King Dedede was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the faint clicking of shoes coming in his direction. The clicking became louder as Dedede continued to walk to his room. It became faster and louder still. And louder. And louder. And louder. And... Clang!
King Dedede had collided with a dark blue blob. Both of them fell to the floor. King Dedede lay on the ground for a moment, rubbing his head. Whatever he ran into was hard and metal, it had done a number on his forehead. He sat up to see who had run into his royal majesty, whoever it was was about to get a hammerin'. No one should disrespect the king like that!
Who he saw surprised him however. There was Meta Knight, adjusting his mask while being aided by his two knight companions. They helped him stand up. Dedede had probably done much more damage to Meta Knight then Meta Knight to him. The poor guy was like one third of Dedede's size.
"I apologize your majesty. I was not watching where I was going. Please forgive me." Meta Knight said while trying to keep himself on his feet. He seemed quite dizzy, his eyes spun around in the visor of his mask.
King Dedede could feel his anger boiling up and his hands reached for his hammer. Yet when he began paying attention to the knight's mysterious composer his anger quickly dissipated and turned into some form of hopeful excitement. The cape, the mask, the eyes. Could this be the actor he was looking for? He seemed to fit the role almost uncannily, almost as if it had been written for him. But could he be able to pull it off? It was time to find out!
King Dedede jumped up onto his feet, making the three knights flinch with anticipation. They knew what was coming next...
Or at least they thought they did, the hit of the king's mallet never came. Instead of swinging his hammer, King Dedede almost looked overjoyed. All the knights looked at each other with pure confusion and fear.
"Y'all are perfect! Come wit' me!"
King Dedede grabbed all the knights and carried them all to the stage where he dropped them. He gave a script each of them and sat back down. "Alright, now I want y'all to read from those there scripts."
Sword and Blade looked to Meta Knight as if he would have the answer to what was going on. He merely shrugged and looked to Dedede, who was getting progressively more impatient.
"Why aren't ya sayin' anythin'?"
Meta Knight stepped forward. "With all due respect sire, we do not exactly know what we are supposed to do."
"Whatr ya supposed to do?! Well obviously you're suppose 'ta read from the scripts I gave ya!"
Meta Knight looked down at the paper in his hand. It was a script... but why?
The knight had an idea but he didn't like it.
He looked back to see what Sword and Blade thought of this. They just shrugged and looked down at their scripts. It's not like they were going to disobey the king because Meta Knight sure wouldn't.
"Once you read those there scripts I want you to act 'em out as best you can. Now don't be nervous, just do yo're best," King Dedede turned to the side and whispered quietly to himself, "or you'll get a thwackin' from my hammer..."
"What was that sire?"
"Oh nothin'. Now read!"
Meta Knight stepped back into the back of the stage (since he wasn't on yet) and watched Sword and Blade go first. He was kind of glad that he could watch them act before him. He could fight in all the wars in the universe and still not be able to get rid of his stage fright.
Sword was first. He stepped up boldly and cleared his throat. Speaking in the deepest voice he could muster, Sword recited his lines. "What brings you here? Do you wish to speak with the boss?"
Blade was next. He tried to speak in a gruff, british accent but alas it all still came out as incomprehensible mess of a sentence. It was alright though, I mean he had the emotion of the line at least.
Then both of the knights stepped back to let Meta Knight step out from the shadows. Ok, here goes nothing.
Meta Knight probably had nothing to worry about. He had never acted in his life. He was probably terrible at it. The king would personally pound him and throw him out of the room for how terrible he was going to be. But he had to try, it was the kings orders after all.
Taking a deep breath the knight took a shaky step forward. Closing his eyes, Meta Knight tried to imagine that he really was the character the script called for. It was some sort of evil mafia boss character. He could be evil, he could be cruel, he was already pretty cold. Yes, he could do this.
Opening his eyes, Meta Knight was filled with a new sense of power. He could feel it almost coursing through his veins, he was a mafia boss today. "What brings you to my lair?"
Silence, pure silence filled the room. There was no one who was currently playing the part of "HERO" so there was truly no one to respond to him. The silence seemed like too much for King Dedede to handle and he jumped up on stage to recite his lines. He must have memorized his lines because everyone knew their king couldn't read.
"I'm here ta stahp ya from killin' off the town!" Sure, close enough.
"I'm afraid I cannot follow through with this request. The village is simply an obstacle, one that should be removed." Meta Knight's voice was dry and low and held a sort of growl-like sound. It was indeed a bit terrifying.
Not that Dedede could sense danger anyways. "Well I don' care wat ya think. I'll defeat ya! I'll pummel you into tah ground."
Meta Knight let out a deep chuckle, letting the sound fill the entire studio. It eventually spiraled into a menacing laugh, sending actual chills down the king's spine. "And what makes you think you stand a chance against me?"
"I-I..." King Dedede was honestly stunned. He couldn't even remember his next lines, instead he just beamed. "You've got the part!"
That seemed to snap Meta Knight out of character, replacing the menace with confusion and a hint of alarm. "What?"
"Y'all got the parts! I want to see ya back here 8:00 am tomorrow!" The king gathered up his papers and giddily ran out.
The three knights stood on the stage, absolutely bewildered by what had just happened. Sword and Blade looked to each other before looking to Meta Knight for answers.
It was too bad that not even their leader could tell them. Though with the possibilities circling through his head it left him a bit sick. He had a bad feeling about this...