Day 2
"We're not so different, you and I" Kirby thought to himself as he looked at the picture of Jigglypuff. Both smol, globoid, pink creatures with large eyes and big personalities. What wasn't to love? His transformation to Jigglypuff was barely noticeable compared to some of the other Kirbies out there; 2 perked ears and a curled forelock were the only difference.
Jigglypuff wasn't the only Pokemon that Kirby had mimicked before. He still had a bucket list item of swallowing a Sylveon; that was his favorite, and if only he could find one, he knew that would be perfect for him. For now, the Sylveon Kirby remained his white whale, forever chased, never found.
In copying Jigglypuff, he gained the Pokemon's impressive singing talents, crooning a mesmerizing lullaby at night to lull others to sleep. The vocal range of the Pokemon was remarkable, exceeding 12 octaves - something thought only possible for another Kirby among the group. Although, now that the other Kirbies thought about it, this particular one had previously shattered the speakers and microphones on Discord with a shriek pitched so high, windows in a 24-mile radius seemingly inexplicably disintegrated. It was yet another example of the perils of ranch consumption. It made sense, though. One person couldn't hog all the octaves, right?
His singing talents were in high demand and he found himself busy during the days, spending his time securing gigs for future nights; making and sticking to a busy schedule was no small feat, though he himself was small. He'd felt some heat, but it seemed to dissipate, much like the money he was supposed to be making for all his hard work. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, making sure he could clearly see one of the other Kirbies who frightened him. That one could be unpredictable. It was very difficult to tell what he was thinking, and sometimes he didn't do things like a normal person. You had to watch out for those exercise fiends. Never knew what was brewing behind their beady eyes.
Suddenly, the one he feared turned and pointed at him. "I'm not the one you want!" Jigglypuff Kirby cried. "I'm here to protect you!"
"Well, that's a lie if I ever heard one," one of the Kirbies said calmly.
"Yeah, I'm the doctor."
"No, I'm the doctor."
"Joke's on all of you, I'm actually the doctor."
One Kirby astutely pointed out that another of the mafia that wears pink on Wednesdays and every other day actually was a 2x doctor. The frenzy paused while everyone considered the truth in that statement. It was a good one.
Jigglypuff Kirby tried to slink away, but it was too late. The hammer was already coming down onto his cranium. There would be no more lullabies sung at night.
Dead is...