"Imagi, why are you making another fic when you have two unfinished ones," is probably what you're asking. I'm here to say...it's because I love this game and want to tell its story...with some insights, of course. Fear not, if you happen to read my other two unfinished ones, fellow reader! I plan to not have them remain unfinished. One should be about 2 chapters away from completion anyhow. But I'm not here to discuss that or promote them. I'm here for this! So without further ado, let us begin Hat Kid's adventures! Also note, I don't own the title pic or the game. The game belongs to Gears for Breakfast and the pic belongs to rightful owner.

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"Climb up, you idiot!"

"I'm trying!"

A little girl, about 9 years old, was on stage, running from what appears to be an about 20-foot tall ball of buff men? On top of the ball is a chef-attired man with a bushy mustache and a frying pan and a machete for weapons. A similar aged kid with a mustache was tied up and hanging in the background, shouting at the young girl to climb up to attack.

But let's freeze for a moment.

You're probably wondering what's going on. Who's that kid? How are those men able to form a physical ball? How can a 9-year-old girl grow a mustache like that?

Well, in order to understand, you'll have to go way back.

*About a week ago…*

The setting takes place in a cozy bedroom. At the moment, the lights were off. It was difficult to see what was around, but one could faintly make out some important features of the bedroom.

What stood out the most was the one half of the room, which was covered with a pond of pillows. They all piled up underneath a diving board set up just for them.

The other half had a few simple items. A desk with scattered papers, notes and star charts sat near the automated motion-detecting doorway. Next to it was a large blue closet. There were not too many clothes in there. Made it better to fit more skeletons. Finally, a large queen-sized bed with blue sheets and a blue canopy.

Within the bed was a small shifting lump. Looking closely, one could recognize it was a little girl. Her toffee-brown hair brushed down her cheek as she smiled peacefully in her sleep. She wore her normal outfit, which consisted of a big purple shirt with a bright yellow cape that had a zipper attached to it as well as white long pants. Her brown boots sat at the side of the bed and her favorite hat, a purple top hat with a yellow sash across it, sat on the nightstand next to her.

As she continued to enjoy her peaceful sleep, suddenly, the lights came on and an automated male voice rang in.

"Good morning!"

The child, startled by the sudden wake-up call, fell right out of bed, knocking into the nightstand in the process. The hat flew right off and floated right on top of her head. She let out a moan of pain and annoyance. She was never going to get used to that darn daily announcement.

As the voice droned on about how close she was to home and things to do today, she stood up with a yawn, rubbing her sleepy turquoise eyes. She grabbed her boots and put them on, then tousled her hair a bit. She then put it up in a ponytail, leaving two large strands to sit on her shoulders. With a stretch and a small smile, she headed to the automated doors.

Now, looking on the outside of this room, it is shown that this young child was actually on a spaceship. A space-resistant wooden-built ship with a golden framework and large comet-proof glass windows. The windows made it better to see the stars for her. It hovered close by another planet, which was a quick pit-stop for her to make sure everything was still ship-shape for the rest of her journey.

Entering the main hub, the child looked around with a small smile, seeing everything was alright so far. She waved to Rumbi, her automated vacuum cleaner, and headed upstairs. Rumbi pinged back to her and continued cleaning the green-carpeted floor, occasionally bumping into a wall or object.

The child, who we will call Hat Kid for simplification, walked up to the large computer screen propped up next to a futuristic vault. She reached up and pushed a button on the screen, while saying, "Boop." The screen showed how much fuel she had, which was 40/40 hourglasses.

Hat Kid smiled, happy to know all Time Pieces were accounted for. Time Pieces, to her people, were valuable items that only a few are entrusted with. They were hourglasses that were fragile and could alter time itself if misused. The only safe way to properly use them was using their power as fuel for Hat Kid's ship. Without them, she would not be able to complete her one mission to go home.

She left her planet for...unspoken reasons that she wished not to reflect on, but now that her wandering days were coming close to an end, she could not help but feel excited about her return. According to her star charts, she was only halfway there. She smiled warmly. Everything was going well.

Until a sudden noise made her jump. It sounded like banging. She looked around for the source until her startled gaze met the large window. There was no debris or meteors around, so it could not be a meteor shower or anything. So what was causing that banging?

She climbed down her ladder to get a better look, but she did not have to go far. On the other side of the window, just knocking on the hatch, she spotted a man knocking. The man looked large and brutish in his stature as he seemed to appear twice as tall as Hat Kid.

As Hat Kid walked cautiously closer to deal with the sudden intruder, she saw more details. He had thick eyebrows like brown fuzzy caterpillars, a small mustache, and a bald head. His outfit was a blue suit and pants, a red tie and...a chef's apron? Weird combination. But then again, this was space and a new planet for Hat Kid. Train conductor clothes could be seen as an approving normal style here for all she knew.

The man stopped knocking once Hat Kid was close to the hatch, tilting her head in confusion on how he got up here and why he was knocking on her door. He answered her question briefly.

"What is this? Flying boat? All boats need to pay toll in Mafia Town. Even in space! Mafia come in to collect."

Okay, now he's speaking in the third person. This was getting weirder by the minute. But Hat Kid snapped out of her confused thoughts as the Mafia man grabbed the handle to the hatch and opened it a bit.

'He can't do that! He'll have space suck up this place,' screamed Hat Kid's thoughts. Taking action, she jumped up and grabbed the handle. Despite the man's structure, Hat Kid managed to be the strong one and shut the hatch. He stumbled back, floating there in the lack of gravity field, and shouted, "How rude!"

Hat Kid hopped down and brushed her hands off. That should take care of that. But the Mafia man was not done. He was going to collect and no little girl was going to keep him from doing so. He swiftly charged at the hatch and it broke open.

Hat Kid jumped back, startled by the sudden damage. The window itself may be strong enough to stay structurally sound from a comet hit, but the hatch was not. The vacuum of space then pulls the Mafia man back to the hole he broke through.

Realizing what he did, he only said, "Uh oh," and was then shot back out into space, hurtling towards the nearby planet. The vacuum did not stop, however. Hat Kid, dangerously close to the hole, was sucked right out as well. She let out a scream as she was sent flying away from her ship.

To make matters worse, the vacuum also opened the futuristic safe, taking all the Time Pieces that were inside out. They scattered and flew past Hat Kid as she watched, before her very eyes, power drain from her precious spaceship.

Once the fuel hit zero, the lights turned off on the ship. Hat Kid just stared for a solid moment, then sighed as the planet's gravitational pull began to bring her down along with the foolish Mafia man and the Time Pieces, scattering in all regions of the planet.

"...Guess I'm not going home today."