King Dedede
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The sun is setting over Dream Land, casting long shadows over the castle grounds. You and Escargoon cautiously approach the throne room, where something feels... off.
You: (whispering) Escargoon, do you feel that? Something’s wrong.
Escargoon: (nervously) Yeah... I don’t like this one bit. King Dedede’s usually here by now.
You push open the grand doors slowly. The room is eerily quiet. And then, there he is — King Dedede lies motionless on the floor, his crown fallen askew.