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At the coldest night in Donkey Kong Island, at the center of the graveyard, there was a small, rather skinny individual sprinting throughout the eternal sleep of the dead as he sported a red cap with yellow stars, as well as a shirt with a matching design. He also had stunning blue eyes, which could make any girl fall in love. Then, he had reached his destination: the grave of a specific kong named Dixiana Jane Marie Sugar — or Dixie for short. Dixie was said to have stunning, gorgeous blond hair with a spiraling ponytail that could cover the entire room. She had titanic jade green eyes that were rumored to be made from diamonds. Not only that, but she wore a carnation pink top that was tied to the end and as well as a beret with the same color.

Dixie had a very rough coming into the world: Being born without a tail, she was considered an abomination. At the age of eleven, she took her three-year-old sister, Tiny, with her after being fed up with her existence being nearly forgotten. Dixie never returned to Chimpney Island after that. However — the moment she met Diddy, she felt something: love. A feeling she never felt in her eleven years of suffering, but it felt like she already knew the concept. "You know, maybe one day I'll be good at showing love," she would tell him, begging that her godforsaken misery didn't return.

"Oh, look. Fresh meat," Krunch sarcastly dropped at the moment Diddy would show off his soon-to-be-future girlfriend. Despite the fact he was a Kremling, Cranky would never forgive himself if he forced Krunch to stop interacting with Diddy. "Oh, don't be nasty, Krunch. She just got here!" Diddy clapped back as he rolled his eyes in a Kazooie-esque manner. However, Tiny crawled out of her arms, the toddler ever so curious. She wore a blue onesie with a smiling sunflower at the center, as well as her hair being tied into two little pigtails with a purple rubber band.

"Did-mee!" Tiny exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Diddy held Tiny and gave her a kiss on the cheek. After chasing her for half an hour, he decided to take Tiny somewhere. However, as he reached the place, the flashback was interrupted—

"DIDDY! WAKE UP, YOU MORON!" screamed a curmudgeonly figure standing right in front of him. The elderly Kong was shown to have a elongated white beard, as well as a taupe sweater-vest and tiny reading glasses. Then, when Diddy rose, he realized he had fucked up.

Diddy was sweating, Diddy was nervous. How did he know he was here? Did he tell Squawks to track him down? Was he there the whole time? That didn't matter. What did matter was the fact he was laying beside a literal corpse, incapable of moving, walking, or talking. Dixie's skin was deadly pale, while her fur looked like it hadn't been groomed in four weeks, which was the longest she had done without caring for herself. Her eyes were perpetually up, her stunning jewels for eyes becoming very pale teardrops, and her face screaming what could be a permanent face of discomfort. "Uhm…hi, Cranky!.."

"Don't play coy, boy, I knew what you were doing!" Cranky squawked, swinging his cane around as if he were going to use it as a sword. "How many times have I warned you about fucking up with her rotten body!"

After hearing THAT sentence, Diddy became VERY defensive. Nobody, and that meant NOBODY called Dixie rotten, even if she was a corpse that stank. Diddy surrounded the body, refusing to let go. He would rather die than leave Dixie, despite already knowing she was eternally resting. All of a sudden, Cranky just dragged the boy. He may be old and frail, but some of his strength from his former arcade glory long since forgotten by his creators were still there. After throwing him into his cabin, Cranky was ready to reprimand the young Kong.

"What in Kong's name were you thinking, Diddy!? This is the third time you've done this during the week and your fifty-second time in general! *sighs* Just tell me your mother dropped you in the head when you were still a young APE!" The curmudgeonly individual spoke, only to stop as soon as his wife hobbled near him. "Give him a rest, Cranky. It's not easy losing somebody you could have spent decades with at a young age," The grandmotherly Kong spoke, wearing a green shawl as her only garment. She also wore glasses made out of the finest Crystal Bananas. 

"Now, Diddy. Has there ever been a reason why you keep digging up Dixie's grave?" Wrinky declared, her voice sounding like a soothing lullaby a mother sang to her crying child. Diddy felt embarrassed, cheeks blushing and all, albeit overshadowed due to the fact it fused with his face. Then, Diddy, back straight and standing bipedal, told her the truth:

"I want to see her again."

Cranky rolled his eyes and wacked him with his cane, stating, "Well, if you wanted to see her again, wait until you reached the sky, you nincompoop!" After hearing this, Diddy teared a little. Wrinkly shaked Cranky, then proceeding to give him a gentle slap. "Now, now, Cranky, don't want to make Diddy to hostile on ya, hmm? Also, Diddy, I want to affirm you that starting today, you are no longer able to access the graveyard until further notice."

Hearing that sentence hit Diddy hard, not being able to see Dixie was like not being able to go to an ice cream shop because they only thing you got was pistachio every single time you went. But, Diddy being Diddy, he never complained. Never. So he just walked out of the scene as Wrinkly continued to berate Cranky for his wits.

A few hours later, Diddy was mentally exhausted, not handling the fact he can't access the graveyard anymore. Then, he heard mumbling. Mumbling from a familiar, squirrelly friend.

It was none other than Conker, dragging around from his latest hangover. Conker was like that one friend that you should try to avoid whenever you get the chance to see them. Diddy, after spending five minutes staring uncomfortably, spoke up. "Uhm..Conker? It's about the graveyard thing. Wrinkly said I can't access it until further notice."

Conker, being the drunk neanderthal he was, stared at Diddy like he just insulted his entire bloodline. He said, "Graveyard ban, huh? Well, I've got prettyyyyy good coping mechanisms," Hearing this, Diddy shrieked, "REALLY!?" to the top of his lungs. He couldn't wait for the exciting ways to help with his loss..as if Conker was a good idea.