Let the Darkness Spread

Diddy Kong flipped a control switch, purging the metal, cylindrical container of DK's banana horde into a portal to the abyss itself. He did it gleefully. And evilly. DK was at first shocked. Bewildered.

"Why did you do it?" DK gasped.

"For money. Lots of money." Diddy confessed. DK was confused. Had not DK himself supplied Diddy with anything he ever desired. DK was ruler of this land after all. All was under his whim. But this grievous affront was conducted for the gain of money?

"I fail to comprehend this situation," DK replied, his breath heavy, his heart weary. He awkwardly took several steps backwards, barely retaining his balance.

"You think you're so damn high and mighty! That someone like me doesn't have dreams of his own! But I do! I do have dreams. And your damn bananas were in the way. So I got rid of them."

Anger clearly boiled behind Diddy's façade. Anger like DK had never known Diddy capable of. Did he in fact not truly know his own friend? What thoughts and belief's did his perceived greatest ally hide from him?

"Still analyzing me? Analyzing my actions? That's just like you. So typical!"

Diddy was right. DK had always been the cerebral type. Sort thoughts, schemes, and plans. He had too as ruler, but this pattern was never at rest, even when calm around friends. But perhaps he'd been too calm around Diddy before. Too calm to realize that treachery lie below the surface. His thoughts came to a bump, when Diddy brandished his peanut Pistol. No! Had he been that wrong?

"And I get a bonus for dealing with you? How's that for incentive?" Diddy sneered.

"If that is incentive enough to become this monster, than I never truelly knew you, did I?" DK suggested. He stiffened, prepared for possible physical confrontation. Diddy seemed threatening enough. This was not some sick joke. It was really happening.

"I was the person you think I am. But I outgrew that years ago. You just failed to recognize it. You've always treated me like a child. Well now I'm a kid with a gun pointed at you. That's not a good place to be," Diddy chided. He was getting nervous, excited. DK was finally taking him seriously. was right. Fear is the way to get the things you wanted. Like respect. Dignity. DK offered it to most people. But not to his own best friend. Cause he was just a kid. Now that piece of trash was genuinely threatened. Afraid of the power Diddy now held over him. It felt good.

"So you decided to get my attention. To show off that you are hot stuff? Then you really are a child. A stubborn, inconsiderate-" BLAM! DK felt a peanut pierce his shoulder. DK buckled under the pain and fell to one knee.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Diddy seethed. "Even with this gun in my hand, you still look down on me! Not anymore! I'll shoot you dead!" Diddy pulled at the trigger, but DK was already on him. The larger ape landed a powerful straight punch to Diddy's face. The monkey fell backwards several feet, rolling for s hort while from the collision. He heard a familiar click next to his head. He looked up to see DK holding the peanut pistol to Diddy's head. DK's impressive teeth all showed in a beastly snarl. His power and ferocity was something to behold, and fear.

"Never has such an undeserving, spoiled punk thought himself such an equal to me as you have! And I will not have it. Friend or not, what you have attempted is treason. To kill you here would spare you from the mockery and jeers of a crowd that hates ever fiber of your being, while you are led to a public execution. I will extend to you this one mercy," DK explained through his wild grimace. Fear poured down Diddy's spine. This was not what he ever had intended. He had betrayed his friend, his country, and now he faced the tyrant that controlled this country by his own iron grip. What a fool he had been. What a fool.

End.