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CH 3: Mr. Round  pt 2

~Beep-beep! *popping noises*~ “Look!” Aisha said, pushing a red toy car on the white plush velvety mat, as Kirby kept lying down on Mr. Round’s back. Inside the car had a clear transparent space secured by plastic, filled with blue, yellow and red beads that hopped around inside making loud bumpy noises as you moved it.

Kirby heard the noises and looked at it for a couple seconds, but then his eyes kept focusing on Mr. Round’s ears. In other words, Aisha failed to grasp his interest in playing with somene rather than himself. So...

As Kirby-kun laid on the soft-yet-firm back of Mr. Round, Aisha looked at him and decided it was time to play with something else. So she reached into a green felt box on the lower shelf of the short bookshelf and took out a purple-and-white plush panda named Ms. Bayberry.

“Here, Kirby-kun!” Aisha said, using her paws to pretend that Ms. Bayberry was dancing, but Kirby kept laying on Mr. round’s back. It felt as if he were sleeping on a soft cloud, and Kirby didn’t want to ‘fall off’ of it!

Failing to grasp her son’s attention, Aisha took Ms. Bayberry’s left paw and poked Kirby-Kun on  the back. Kirby slipped off Mr. Round’s back with a thud onto the mat. He wasn’t happy his mommy disrupted his peace!

~”uuuuWAAAAAAA!!”~ Things all spiraled out of control for Kirby kun, he screamed and covered his ears, kicking his feet in a repitive fashion on the mat.

“...This behavior like this has occured for months now!” Aisha told herself, frowning as she watched her son cry like hell and had no choice but to pick him up. Kirby-kun’s crying grew louder as he was picked up and his kicking and wiggling in her paws became more violent. thankfully he was placed back in his crib safely...

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there's this amazing autistic youtuber named Autistic Nintendo Fan, who is also on deviantart as MarioFan4

she is an autistic british female living in a group home somewhere in northern englandand really loves WIR (wreck it ralph), mario, link/legend of zelda and tears for fears

one of her greatest videos on youtube is her video Autism Relaxation: Calming Sensory Room where she peacefully stims with bright glowing fibre optics and enjoys dreamy british fantasy music and watches colorful bubbly water tubes

she is severely autistic and usually non-verbal and like many on the autism spectrum, she has many serious behavior issues such as self-hitting (due to frustration, emotions, trying to communicate, etc) and screaming (due to feeling extreme stress and not being able to verbally express her needs)

because she is mostly nonverbal, she needs to use a digital communication device to help her express her needs.

one such device she has used is known as Dynavox AAC

it is an AAC program to help people with special needs (such as autism and parkinson's) communicate

but its battery ran dead and it is USA device and therefore requires USA battery

also Autistic Nintendo Fan uses her red nintendo 3ds to film some footage of what its like to live in a british autism care home. She often has severe meltdowns where she has hit holes in the wall, screamed, and once ripped off a radiator, but she dosen't usually film meltdowns though she has a few videos

she has little field trips with her group home staff and goes out to places in their little northeast england town, such as the art museum and train museum. 

this is a video of her nintendo wall she made with her own nintendo paintings https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_d5EiLo1us 

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CH 3 : Mr. Round pt1 (3 MTH OLD)

it was 3 months since Kirby-kun’s birth.

In the morning, things have always been a little bit rushed for Masaki-san as he is a businessman for a very high-profit company known as Kiiro Den/ Yellow Electricity, which manufactures and tests everything electric you can imagine, from household devices to battery-powered toys!

 As Aisha watched her son play on his white velvety-plush mat inside his room, Masaki had brewed him self a fresh cup of coffee from the coffee machine and reached into the fridge for the lunch Aisha had made him last night: Sticky Rice which contained scallions, butter and shrimp, simplistic yet scrumptious! Masaki’s favorite dish, in fact.

Aisha looked at her son, lying on the back of an orange-and-white plush sleeping-on-his-tummy hamster known as Mr. Round.

“This coffee is great!” Masaki said, holding up his portable-mug to show his wife. “Nothing clears up a stormy day like the scent of fresh-roasted beans of caffeine in the morning!”

“Thanks, Masaki-San..” Aisha replied, blushing, slightly embarrassed by how much her husband is truly a comedian... 

“Yeah, especially since we both haven’t slept much for your son incessantly cries most nights for no reason, you now that, don’t you Aisha-San?” Masaki asked his wife. Although Kirby was crying for 5 hours straight last night and neither Aisha nor Masaki got much sleep, Masaki had napped all day earlier yesterday (yesterday was sunday) so he felt energized and great! The fresh brewed coffee made him even more buzzy during monday.     

 Before racing out the door, Masaki kissed his wife on the cheek and said “I hope you have a nice day, sweetie... Do you remember Mr. Round?” and Aisha smiled and replied “ Yeah, i do! He was my plushie when i was a baby...You too, Masaki. Today could be a little extra bright, don’t you know?” but Msaki-san raced out the door in impatience and rush.

Aisha looked at her son again. 

“Kirby-Kun, why don’t we do something else?” Aisha insisted, but Kirby wasn’t doing nothing while being seated on Mr. Round like a horse; in fact, his tiny little paws were lightly stroking Mr. Round’s ears and feeling their tiny ultra-soft velvety fibres of fur, very pleasent to touch. Being seated on his back felt like sleeping on a cloud.

 In fact, Kirby-Kun just adored EVERY DETAIL of this plush hamster in a sleepy shut-eye position, it’s size slightly smaller than a RCA flat-screen TV. It’s warm hue of nectarine-orange and snow-white, it’s extreme softness and endearing face and pair of dark-brown whiskers.

To Kirby-kun, what could be more perfect? He lightly nuzzled his left cheek on Mr. Round’s forehead and ears, as they gave him a sense of calm and security...

to be continued...

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CH 2 : Perhaps a little odd...?

It was just one day after Kirby-Kun’s birth, and almost as yesterday, the skies were very peaceful, but they were cloudy and the sun kept shining though the rain clouds that began to roll in...

Kirby-Kun was all asleep in his oakwood crib (that Masaki built months earlier for Aisha’s son) and Aisha and Masaki were sipping some coffee and having a chat with each other. Masaki had returned home from work early and was very pleased to spend time with his wife at the kitchen table.

Though they’d usually chat about work and stuff, the first thing that came to Aisha’s mind involved something about her son... “Masaki-San,” she asked, taking a sheer sip of her coffee. “What do you think Kirby-Kun will be when he grows up?”

Giggling softly and placing down his mug on the coaster, Masaki answered “Well, that’s a trick question, my dear, but maybe our son’s gonna be a nature photographer like i was once. Remember when we used to live in a remote villige near the east forest during our 20′s and early 30′s, and every weekend we’d step out onto the trail and snap photos of deer, pines, oaks and flowers?”

“Ya, indeed” Aisha answered. “we’d print copies of our photos and sell them at a local art shop for money. The people’s favorite was the pictures we’d take of the deer!”

But thoughts of her son started to grow on Aisha’s mind. “This is some good decaf, and thanks for making it. but i’m checking on my son to see how he’s doing” and left the table  to check on Kirby-Kun.

  As Aisha walked straght into Kirby’s room the first things to catch her eye were the fine simplicity of this nursery room. She remembered that They both had made this room for him 5 months earlier, with white walls and ceilings, a dark-brown wooden tatami-like floor, a short bookshelf with care products and a big orange-and white sleeping plush hamster named Mr. Round.

But Aisha of course had to check on her son. Kirby had began to make a soft noise of crying as Aisha had looked at him down on his crib’s matress. Aisha said “you wish to fed, kirby-kun, don’t you?” and in fact, Kirby did indeed want to be fed!

 Kirby’s crying grew louder, and Aisha rushed to make him a bottle of milk to feed him with at the small short bookshelf with a sink right next to it. “I’m getting it, Kirby-Kun!” Aisha said as she took a small scoop of the milk formula and poured it into the bottle, filled it with cold water fresh from the tap and twisted on the cap, giving it a good shake.

~shake shake shake~ ~uuuuwwaa....”~ “Don’t worry, Kirby-Kun!” Aisha said, and she reached her arms down into the crib to pick up and hold Kirby....

~uuuuwaaaaaaaAAA!!~ As kirby was held in Aisha’s right paw carefully with the milk bottle in her left paw, his cries turned to loud cries and he bent his head over Aisha’s paw, trying to escape from being held.

Aisha felt shocked. “What’s wrong, Kirby-Kun?” she said, as Kirby kept crying loudly in her arms...

~ooogggyyyaaaAAA!!!!”~ Aisha tried moving the bottle towards Kirby’s mouth at least 3 times, but with each attempt Kirby’s little paws would push it away from his mouth, and Aisha could’nt understand why he was so upset. 

How was Kirby-Kun going to get fed?

Aisha decided to place Kirby back down in his crib. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you,” she said, gently placing Kirby-Kun down. but she had an idea....

As Kirby laid down on his back on his crib’s mattress, Aisha placed the bottle into his mouth, and Kirby stopped crying as his little lips took big constant gulps of milk with each sip, his paws and feet sprawled onto the matress.

   “Kirby-Kun....” Aisha went to the kitchen to tell her husband of this unusual witness! Masaki was reading a copy of Tanpopo Shinbun/ Dandelion Newspaper when Aisha whispered to him “Masaki-San, come see Kirby-Kun!”

Masaki nodded and they both ran over to see Kirby sip the bottle all by himself.

The two parents looked down from his crib to watch him sip every last drop by himself til’ the bottle was empty. “Well, look at him!” Masaki whispered, “His lips grasp the bottle so well he dosen’t need to hold it with his paws!”

As Kirby finished drinking the bottle of milk, Aisha took it out of his mouth. Aisha felt relieved. “He drank all the contents, a little pig!” she said, smiling as she went to the sink to clean the bottle. 

but something didn’t feel too right as Aisha and Masaki both went back to the table to talk with each other... “Masaki-San?” Aisha asked,

“Yes, dear?” 

“In all the books i’ve read about feeding your baby with a bottle, it says ‘to hold the baby as you feed them’.” Aisha replied, sipping more decaf.

 “Ya, honey, but why worry?”

Aisha then agreed, why SHOULD she worry? “Perhaps Kirby-Kun was just tired and needed more rest...”

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CH 1: March 28

“It’s a boy! it’s a boy!” cried Aisha in tears of joy as she approached her room in the hospital. She had waited 9 months for this special day where her son was born, and the doctors annouced that her baby was healthy and bright.

inside the room, Masaki sat on a chair right next to Aisha as she sat on the bed, her baby all snugly and cozy in a warm baby-blue blanket.

Aisha glanced at her baby’s little eyes, shimmering like the sunshine as he was born in the most perfect morning in all of Popstar, on the day of march 28.

the little baby closed his eyes in peace, and took a nap in Aisha’s lap as she bottle-fed him for the first time. “Aisha,” Masaki asked his wife, blushed face with right paw on cheek. “Our son was born with the morning spring light... he has shone a ray of hope into our lives, and always will.” Indeed, a ray of hope!

The baby stopped sucking on the bottle as he finished feeding, all safe and cozy in his velvety soft blanket. His little eyes opened again as he awoke from his short snooze.

Although the baby’s eyes could not yet see the surrounding ambience in the room for he was a newborn, his eyes bore highlights like the reflection of a pond and his irises deep-sea blue as the midnight sky. The little baby looked into Aisha’s green irises in her eyes, and she smiled.

 “Aisha-San? Masaki asked her wife, smiling and looking at her newborn baby in delight, “Yes, honey?” Aisha asked him.

“I know the very best name for our son... his name will be Kirby.”

“Kirby?” Aisha asked, a little surprised.

Masaki smiled and nodded. “Yes, Aisha! Kirby had arrived to us with the morning light, and he’s a child of the stars as well.”

 “Masaki-San,” Aisha asked her husband. “What makes my son Kirby a child of the stars?” the baby closed his eyes again and slept in her gentle arms and lap and blankie, all in perfect peace.

“Because the stars are brighter than anything in the universe,” Masaki replied, “and our son is indeed bright as them and very beautiful like them.”

“Kirby?” Aisha asked Masaki. “Ya, Kirby-Kun!” Masaki replied.

“Ya, Kirby-Kun! that’s the perfect name!” Aisha replied, smiling.

and their son arrived home on that day safely.

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"~新的巨型西瓜城市~" ("~Xīn de jùxíng xīguā chéngshì~") ("~new giant watermelon city~") that's the name of the city that worships kirby as a hero and mascot. They have toys, plushies, games, shows (including children’s shows), and cards and books and comics of kirby and many of the tanpopo city people featured in their enterntainment industry

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When Kirby was 13 years old, his parents sought out for writing as a form of therapy to help him improve his motor and thinking skills. In fact, when Kibi and Melon were 5 years old and kirby was 10, he taught both of his younger siblings how to write japanese and english, writing あ/Aa, い/i, う/Uu, え/Ee, お/O, B, C D and so forth. How many times must Kibi remind his classmates that Kirby isn't dumb? Kirby even likes to draw things like cars, trains, himself, rainbows and butterflies! He's so smart

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In "The Encyclopedia of kirby copy abilities" there was kirby's printed confirmed official diagnosis of typical severe kanner autism and ADHD. it has been stated that kirby is magnificent in the arts and cooking and there is even a chinese Popstar city that worships him as a hero with merchandise, plushies, stickers, books and stuff and have TV shows about him as a powerfully glutinious hero

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When Kirby was 8 years old, Note began writing a book known as "The Encyclopedia of Kirby Copy Abilities" about kirby's copy abilities and how he uses and gains them, usually from item in machine or somebody's hand. at that same time Taranza began writing KoroKoro/CoroCoro manga comics about kirby

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Did you know that Meta Knight was diagnosed with PTSD, AVPD and a mild form of depression? He greatly cares about his grandson Kirby.

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Sometimes the cops still stop by the Sakurai's Department because Kirby's screaming and crying during meltdowns is very loud and disturbs the neighbors inside the apartment. The cops still ask Aisha if she abuses Kirby, even though she dosen't. "Where you too afraid to tell the police that our son Kirby is autistic and in a panic?" Masaki often asks Aisha while kirby screams, covers his ears, throws things and clothes out of the drawers and bangs his head in such a meltdown each week.

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Fumu and Bun are best friends with kirby, and ever since kirby began attending battle courses with Meta Knight at the Royal Lotus Arena in Dedede's Castle. Fumu and Bun love watching kirby learning how to battle with superiorly talented courses (like inhale-training and sword-training), and kirby has learned how to respond to Fumu's command "Kirby-Kun, inhale it!" Meta Knight taught Kirby how to use a sword through weekly intensive swordfighting arena training since he has 5 years old.

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Suzie's father is the Maxx Profit Haltmann (AKA Haltman or Mr. Haltmann) and he has ADHD, Anxiety and Mania. Mr. Haltmann is extremely intelligent but greedy, and he and his company moved to Pupupu city when Kirby was 1. The HNC began wrecking havoc on Popstar when Mr. Haltmann's company the Haltmann Works Company joined forces with Holy Nightmare Company hen Kirby was 6 years old, all for the sake of raising his profits for mass domination of the universe.

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Explain your blog to me

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(◕‿◕)✌This is a little blog for when I start writing fanfiction about autistic nonverbal kirby. It would involve drama, love, humor and of course the daily adventures of an autistic pink puffball and his mother Aisha and his father Penn, as well as many other characters like Kirby’s friend Chuchu.(◕‿◕)✌

(◕‿◕)✌ I hope it becomes a published bestselling novel series one day as I improve my writing and reading skills as I’m autistic myself... It’d be kind of like the drama Hikari To Tomo Ni and be VERY BEAUTIFUL!(◕‿◕)✌

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Kirby’s friend Chuchu

Chuchu and Kirby are very different, but are both pink and have beautiful blue eyes. Chuchu is neurotypical, although she was diagnosed with mild depression at age 13. She is the same age as kirby, and has been friends with him since 1st grade*.

*Kirby was in both kindergarten and first grade; he goes to first grade for lunch, music and PE.

Chuchu loves writing poems, ever since she wrote “my friend kirby is different” as an assighment for class, and likes to ask her mother questions about kirby’s autism and why he is so different from chuchu...

And chuchu’s favorite food is onigiri, too!

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Eh, my aspie bro Chris likes Reddit a lot...

obviously autism is being created as a government plot because autistic people, who don’t follow social norms, are easy to control and force into conformity! and because many are unable to work certain jobs or fit into corporate culture, they are obviously going to be great capitalist worker bees!

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Kirby likes colorful things, dosen’t he?

Kirby’s mommy (via nonverbalpuffball)