#creatortwitchy

For the 10L AU

( @naturaldisaster-goddess & @greenblupee )

Name: DJ (Some call them “Twitchy” due to their sporadic nature, and occasional tics)

-He/him/They/them

-A Skull Kid with unknown origins.

-DJ is initially found in any and all major towns and special areas (like Fairy Fountains, Springs, etc)

-When talked to, they will give riddles for you to figure out, and after being spoken to and having their quests finished 3 times, they will begin to follow the hero around and become their companion.

-Their bag is full of cheese cubes and various other items, and seems to be bottomless.

-Will put a random item in the hero’s bag every 12 hours.

-Disappears during full/Blood moons for an unknown reason. The hero will not gain any items for them during this time.

-Assists the hero in finding the spirits of hero from times past. Seems to have an old friendship with the ones known as the Hero of Time and the Hero of Twilight.

-Helps the hero will locking on, solving puzzles and gaining various items.

-Does not like the Royal Family at all, and will vehemently avoid anyone from that lineage. (ie, the princess)

-Owns various masks. Sometimes seen with one called the “Couple’s Mask”, they say it was once owned by an old friend. Most commonly worn mask is one called the Keaton Mask.

-Their hat is shaped kind of like a tree stump, and the circular decorations on the hat hold small purple and green gemstones in the middle of them.

-Their clothing is all varying shades of green, except for their shoes and gloves, which are black.

-Hair is a deep purple that will float up and sparkle when something important is nearby.

-Eyes have black sclera and bright green irises, no pupils. The eyes will glow when it is dark, or when the hero has them locked onto something.

-Wooden complexion. Nose is slightly raised, with an empty hole with the tip and nostrils would be.

-Teeth are very sharp and can be a very intimidating sight when seen in the dark.

-Often speaks of “shadows” and the “bubbling darkness.” Nobody knows what they mean by this.

-Extremely sporadic and unpredictable at times, especially when full/Blood moons are near.

-Childish and sarcastic. People often think they are unintelligent due to their extremely childish nature, but they are actually incredibly smart and quick-witted, and have out-smarted many an unsuspecting traveler out of their wares and belongings.

-Has an odd fascination with wolves and dogs. Will leave the hero’s side if one is nearby just to pet it.

-Likes cheese cubes.

(also gonna @linkeduniverse-incorrect cuz RANGER LOOK AT ME IMMA FACKING SKULL KID)

“You’re the fairy boy who helped Miss Malon, aren’t you?”

“I’m the Princess of the Gerudo, Zorana Nabirisae Dragmire. You can just call me Zorana, though.”

“How exactly did a young boy like you get into the Gerudo Fortress so easily?

“I’ll be your big sister!! I’ve never had a brother before!”

“You’ve….certainly come a long way since you first came to visit me….”

“Court me?! You mean….”

“Then you can be my King….right?”

What’s happening? Why is the ground shaking…. 

“Hey. Dead guy.” A high, almost shaky voice seems to almost echo in the air.

Who is that? Where am I?

“Are you alive?” There’s someone there….Who are you?

“Name’s Link. Are you alright?” The shaky voice seemed to laugh a bit in their response.

Link….But my name’s Link.

“Yeah….figured as much. Something really weird’s happened...so you might wanna stop being dead pretty soon.”

Bright light blinded the hero’s eyes. “Shit… W...where am I?” He attempts to push himself upwards, but the ground spins as he moves.

“Hey, be careful. You had a pretty shit landing.” A different voice sounds, low and almost a growl, and hands ease him to sit up.

“What Era do you think he’s from, Gloam?” A third voice, this one sounds tired, and strained.

“Oh, I know exactly what Era he’s from.” The second voice, apparently belonging to ‘Gloam’, answers the third. “He’s from the Era of the Hero of Time.”

Blue eyes finally focus, bringing into his line of sight 3 figures.

The first was the one closest to him, a very large man with medium length brown hair, that seemed to shine with red in the sunlight. He was tan, a high-collared shirt left his arms bare, and the sheen of a silver sword winked at the Hero of Time from the man’s back. Around his neck was a heavy-looking metal shackle, with odd markings, and 3 chain links visible on the shackle, from the front and sides. The man spoke, which allowed the Hero of Time to realize this was Gloam.

“Are you alright, Link?” The others present seem to cringe slightly when he said the name, causing Link confusion, but he nodded, turning his head to regard the others better. The man beside him spoke.

“Waiiittt….so this is your…” Gloam raised a hand, signaling for the other man to be silent.

“Don’t say anything about that, Sean. Let’s let him get his bearings before we dump that on him, please. Link….that man right there,” Gloam points at the man beside Link, “is Sean. And the man over there, with the very...colorful…cape...is Four.”

Sean was a rather short and skinny man, and seemed to be a bit younger than the other two. His white-blonde hair was cut very short, shaved on the sides, and his eyes seemed to be two different colors. His face was covered in freckles, and quite a few piercings were present in his ears. He had a bow pulled over his torso, the wood a dark color, with a green sash tied to the end, and a dagger peaked from the belt at his waist. His clothing was very odd to Link. It seemed to be skintight, bearing the Sheikah symbol, and for some reason….It was bright pink.

The third man, who was still standing a short ways in front of the trio, bowed. “Four, Hero of the Four Sword. Hello, Link. We might need to figure out a nickname for you….all three of us are also called Link. Sean was a lucky case, since he already had another name to go by.” The man was maybe a few inches shorter than Sean, and had a bobbed haircuit that was cut rather short in the back, and became longer in the front. He wore a simple green tunic, with a colorful cape draped over his arm, held there by a golden chain, with a small purple feather hanging off the chain. The cape was divided into four, with very detailed embroidery of four different flowers. He rested his hand against the sword at his right hip casually, and Link noticed he had a very small black charm hanging from the bracelet on his wrist.

“You think you can stand? Our camp isn’t very far.” Gloam stands, extending a hand to help him up. He takes it, swaying a bit when he stands. Gloam places his hands on Link’s shoulders, helping to steady him. “Come on.” He pulls Link’s arm over his shoulder, allowing him to lean against him as they walk.

“Damn, that bump is pretty big. Must have caught a rock when you landed.” Link hisses a bit as Gloam pressed a wet cloth against his head. Gloam chuckles. “Sorry. So...any idea what we should call you yet? Some of the others should be back soon.”

“Others?” Link stared at Gloam in confusion.

“Oh yeah...There’s...uh, shit how many people we got so far? Not all of them are other heroes, but we got like….5 other people? Not many, but...We got Lucas, Warrior, Zoey, Tear, and Zelda. So now there’s 9 of us in total. Damn….that’s gonna suck finding rooms in some places.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure we’ll manage.” Sean shrugs, kicking his feet back and forth as he sits perched on a low-hanging branch nearby. “Still surprised the way he came out of his Gate.”

“Gate?” Link mumbles, wincing as Gloam continues to check him over for any other injuries.

“We all came here from a thing called a Gate of Souls. When the soldier gets back he can explain. Warrior, I mean. He’s dealt with these things before. So!” Gloam sits back a bit, giving Link some space.

“So...what?”

“Got a name figured out?”

“Uh….well….someone I...know. They always called ‘King’, but I feel like that’d be a bit….pretentious.”

“How about Ray, then?” Four speaks up, fiddling with the black charm on his bracelet. Link looks at him in surprise. “It means ‘king’.”

“Ray….yeah, okay. I like that…”

“Then it’s settled!” Gloam claps his hand onto the new arrival’s shoulder. “We’ll call you Ray. Not bad, I’d say.”

Ray nods, keeping his head down. Gloam, Four and Sean all share a look, Gloam shrugging.

Soon after, footsteps are heard approaching the trio’s position. “Guess they’re back.” Four hums.

“Hey, a new one! Ugh….now there’s 9 of us. Too many people.” A feminine voice groans. A head of short blonde hair bounces towards Ray, leaning towards him. “So what’s your name? I’m Zelda. Yeah, yeah. The princess, blah blah blah.” She waves her hand, dark green eyes holding an annoyed look.

“Uh….Ray…I’m Ray.”

“Ray, huh? Sounds dumb. Welp. Welcome to our group of weirdos.” She gives him a two-fingered salute, before heading to the far end of the camp.

Ray gives Gloam an almost worried look, earning a laugh from the red-haired hero.

Oh, this is not going to end well…

In the beginning, there were four goddesses. Yes, four. Not three. Three of them, were the Golden Goddesses, the goddesses that you know.

Din, the Goddess of Power.

Nayru, the Goddess of Wisdom.

And Farore, the Goddess of Courage.

The fourth was Delilah. The Silver Goddess. The Goddess of Balance.

Delilah was the driving force behind Creation, she was who allowed the Golden Goddesses to create the world. This force, taking the form of a silver, inverted triangle. This was called the Force of Balance.

After the Golden Goddesses created the land, they left the world, leaving behind the holy relic usually known as the Triforce, Delilah held this relic to her bosom, blessing the land. At this moment, the Triforce was known as the Tetraforce. The True Force of Creation.

After blessing the land, however, she pulled the Force of Balance from the middle, leaving the empty space in the center of the relic. With the Force of Balance in her palm, she split it, into the Forces of Order, and Chaos.

She then gave life to two new beings.

Hylia, the White Goddess of Order.

And Fayra, the Black Goddess of Chaos.

The twin goddesses were sent down to the land to help the newborn races with gaining consciences and free wills, and with learning to uphold the laws of the Golden Goddesses.

When the first evil entered the land, this Balance was upheaved. Fayra, the pure embodiment of the Force of Chaos, rebelled against the Silver Goddess, stealing the Sword Spirit she had created for Hylia, Ghirahim, and absconded behind the armies of monsters the Demon King Demise commanded. She corrupted the Sword, and presented Demise with it. She became his lover, and together they directed these armies towards the Heavenly House where Hylia and Delilah lay. With her raw power from the Force of Chaos, she emboldened these monsters abilities, and slaughtered the very creatures she once nurtured.

Stricken with the grief of losing one of the beings she considered a daughter, and angered by the horrific murders of the innocent peoples, she sent Hylia off on a journey, to gain the power to create a new Sword Spirit to fight the armies of darkness.

Delilah had a warrior, one who was by her side for years after the creation of the world. He was a God of War, a Fierce Warrior. His name was Ferox. Delilah sent him to assist Hylia in her journey, and help her find a hero worthy of fighting by Hylia’s side in this war.

With her own Sword Spirit, the Spirit of the Guardian’s Sword, in her hand, Delilah and Ferox went to meet Fayra in battle, hoping to stem the flow of raw power being poured into Demise’s forces. Hylia and her Chosen Hero went to fight the monsters and Demise, himself, shortly after.

“The bow of the goddess’s wrath is bent, and the arrowtip is pointed straight at your eye. I am but the messenger of your demise, warning you so that you may make peace with your closest before you are condemned to a terrible fate.” The white-haired warrior hissed at the chaotic goddess, his breathing heavy, as he kneeled begrudgingly before her.

She laughed, her sword pressed to his throat. “Oh, dear little Fierce One. I am not the one who is condemned. I am simply the one who no longer wished to be confined to a pathetic Goddess of Balance’s prison of control. Now, still your tongue, warrior. Allow your last words to ones worthy of a God of War, without sullying them by continuing to chatter.” The woman’s pitch-black skin seemed to ripple as she moved to grip the sword tighter, and she ran him through.

Ferox was felled in battle, Delilah was gravely wounded. In a last burst of power, Delilah managed to place a powerful seal upon Fayra, condemning her to a prison until both of their own reincarnations walked the earth once more.

Delilah sealed away Ferox’s fierce power in a Mask, and sent it away for only someone worthy of his abilities to obtain. Hylia, also gravely injured, and having lost her own warrior, ran to Delilah.

“My dear daughter. Do not cry over my body. You still have a task to fulfill. You will be the one to defeat this wretched evil. We have sealed them away, but your evil will return sooner than we expected. But you will prevail. You have given up your immortality, I see, as have I. Well...I can only hope our new forms may meet in another Era.”

“What will we do, Mother? It is only a matter of time before this evil returns to ravage our land. I have sent the humans to the Sky, they have called me their Goddess. They know nothing of you! They know nothing of your sacrifice!”

“It is better if they do not, Hylia. Now...take Fi, and give her...her assignment. Leave me here to make peace with my conscience.”

The Goddess of Order sent her Sword to the land in the sky, and waited as her wounds took her form. She prayed to the Forces of Creation that her new form may be successful. And so the cycle began for her and her Hero.

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“They’re back!” Sean’s voice called from across the camp. Ray lifted his head in response, watching as Gloam stood to greet the returning members of the group.

The first to come into his view was the most shocking, sending a shiver of pure dread down his spine. A young man with fiery red hair pulled up into a short ponytail, a joyful expression on his tan face. He was definitely Gerudo, though he looked much more like those that Ray had met, unlike Gloam. His features were ones extremely familiar to Ray, though at the same time, they seemed very different from what he knew. His right shoulder had a metal shoulder piece, with a bright green sleeve. Straps connecting the front and back crossed on his chest, holding up a familiar scabbard on his back. His eyes were a bright green, which lit up when they landed on Ray.

The man bounded up to Ray, extending a hand, seemingly oblivious to near violent flinch Ray gave to his approach. “Hi there! Name’s Lucasari, but you can call me Lucas! I’m guessing the newcomer!” Ray stared at him with a confused expression, but shook his hand, trying and failing, to hide the tremors. “What’s your name? Or, nickname, I guess? I know a few of y’all are gonna have to use nicknames cause of the whole ‘hero’ thing….I’m just glad I wasn’t named after him. Maybe it’s cause I’m Gerudo? They were probably gonna name me after the Ganon guy. Really glad they didn’t though, that would have sucked.” Lucas continues to ramble, while still shaking Ray’s hand.

“Lucas! You’re gonna break the poor guy’s arm.” Four’s tired, though amused, voice, cuts through said rambling, causing Lucas to stop. He looks down at Ray’s arm, then lets go.

“Ehehe….sorry bout that. So, what did you say your name was?”

“He hasn’t said it, yet, Lucas.” Four snickers, shaking his head, before returning to polishing the sword in his lap.

“Oh right! So?” He smiles, looking at Ray expectantly.

Ray’s mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. Lucas continues to look at him, a confused expression growing on his face, before it becomes one of realization, then of horror.

“Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry! You’re probably from one of those timelines!” He quickly steps back, crossing his arms. “I’m so so sorry! I forget some of the heroes haven’t exactly had good experiences with….you know who…” He chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head. “And I know I’m supposed to look a whole lot like him….even with the spirit of the hero….people still think….I’m not good, ehehe…”

This causes Ray to shake out of his stupor. “Wait….the...Spirit of the Hero? Like what Skylar would talk about…” He whispers to himself, before shaking his head. “I...I’m Ray, by the way. And….you’re one…the ‘heroes’?” He raises his hands to make air quotations.

“Yeah!” Lucas’s face lights back up, before he reaches back to grab the sword out of the scabbard on his back. A very familiar blade enters Ray’s sight. “Even got the sword!”

“The Master Sword…” His voice is back to a whisper. Before Ray can speak again, three other people quickly approached him, causing him to stumble back a bit from it suddenly becoming so crowded.

The first person his eyes landed on was a boy who seemed to be no older than 16. His hair was a pale purple color, with chaotic streaks of blue and red in the most random of places. Around his neck was a dark blue and purple scarf, the ends flapping behind him when he bounded up to Ray. He was wearing a green tunic very similar to Ray’s, with dark tan pants hanging over black boots. On his wrist was a large golden bracelet, with a purple jewel in the middle of it.

“Hi! I’m Tear.” He waves, an excited smile on his face. When he waved, Ray noticed the multiple rings on his fingers. The only finger that didn’t have a ring was his left ring finger, ironically. The rings were various styles and sizes, and looked as if they’d be uncomfortable to work with, but Tear seemed unbothered by them, and moved his hands easily a long with his speech, signing. “You’re the newest one, huh? What Era are you from? Do you know?”

Ray shook his head. “I’m...Ray. I don’t really know what you mean by Era, honestly.” He rubbed at the back of his head, taken aback by the sight of the young man. These two seemed so energetic and happy, a stark contrast to how Ray had felt as a child. Were they both heroes? Was Tear a hero? Seems like it…

The other two were much quieter than Tear and Lucas. One was another young man, though he seemed to be a bit older than the two before him. He wore a similar green tunic, with chainmail evident beneath it. He wore a hat similar to what Ray wore as a kid, and seemed to be a lot more tense than the others. Attached to his arm was a young woman with curly white hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She wore a black blouse with dark red pants and boots, leather holsters strapped onto her waist. Around her neck was a large blue scarf with a familiar royal crest embossed on the end. The woman waves, smiling.

“I’m Zoey. This is Warrior.” She points to the man whose arm she currently held hostage.

“He...certainly has the look of one. A soldier?” He extends a hand to Warrior, who shakes it, bowing his head slightly.

“I’m a captain, yes. Zoey is…” he grunts slightly as she grips his ear, tugging on it. He has to pull her arm down, before returning his attention to Ray. “A fellow captain. And a damn thief.” He yanks the scarf off of her, before returning it to his own shoulders. Ray chuckles a bit at the sight.

“Well, it is...certainly nice to meet all of you. Gloam...said you knew somewhat what was going on? With all the...worlds crossing over or something?”

“Yes, I do, actually. Me and Zoey experienced something similar to this a few years ago. Come on. We’ll explain, the best we can.”

“You met….me? The young me?” Ray stared at Warrior in shock, earning a light snicker from Zoey.

“You were the cutest little kid!! You had the chubbiest little cheeks!!! We think he might’ve been from a different set of timelines though.” Zoey squealed, pressing her own cheeks together. Ray’s face bloomed red.

“Th-thanks? I guess…”

“Ignore her, she’s weird.”

“Hey!”

Warrior rolled his eyes, before continuing. “A situation happened about a month ago...Cia and Lana called for assistance when a Gate of Souls opened in the Valley of Seers, without either of them knowing why it had happened. Zoey, the Queen, and I had arrived to help try and figure out why this could have happened...when the ground began to shake, and the Queen was nearly sucked into the portal. Zoey managed to push her far enough away, but got caught and pulled through. I ran after her.”

“He tried to be my knight in shining armor.” She coos, grabbing Warrior’s face and squishing his cheeks.

“Stop it!” He huffs, earning a snort from a lounging Four a few feet from the trio. “We landed in Four’s Hyrule, actually. Then Sean, Lucas, Zelda and Gloam ended up there as well. Apparently, the portal that took us wasn’t the first one to appear. Eventually, we decided to head out to see if anyone else had landed around where we were, but then ended up in a completely different Hyrule. Which we find out was Tear’s. And then we decided to just keep going. We headed to the woods near where Tear lived, and eventually we crossed over to this place, and found you. We don’t what Era this is though, and you said you had gotten sucked through a portal right?”

Ray nodded, absently picking at his lips while he thought. “You think we’ll meet another one of the heroes here, or something?”

“Maybe. Who knows?” Warrior leaned back a bit, pulling one of his arms across his chest. “Ow…”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Might’ve pulled a muscle in my shoulder though… It’s whatever, I’ll be fine. We’re going to heading out soon. Might wanna make sure you got everything situated.” He and Zoey stood, making their way to the other side of the camp.

Ray nods. “Yeah, alright.” His voice is slightly muffled by his hand, his fingers still pulling at the dead skin on his lips.

“You shouldn’t pick your lips, ya know. You’ll make em bleed.” Four’s tired voice sounded from his right. He only had one eye open, as he leaned against the trunk of a tree. Ray dropped his hand.

“Yeah, it’s a habit. Usually I have someone to keep me from doing it, but…” He looks down, picking at the end of the gauntlet on his left arm.

“Your wife, I’m guessing?”

Ray chokes, before whipping his head up to stare at Four, who’s face now held a light smirk. “Uh….y-yeah…I didn’t think anyone saw the ring...I’ve had my gauntlets on this whole time, they cover it…”

Four laughs, pulling himself to sit upright. “I didn’t. Just assumed. You have that little newly-wed glow about you. What’s her name?”

“Zorana….We’ve been married about 4 months now…”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks…”

Four opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by Gloam’s voice announcing to the group that they’re about to head out. “Welp…” Four uses his sword to help push himself up to a standing position. “Guess it’s time to go. Maybe we can figure out what Era we’re in.”

Ray nods. “Yeah, maybe…”

After only about a few hours of walking, the group came up a clearing in the forest. Before them was what seemed like a temple, with a large statue in front of it.

“That’s a Goddess Statue. I’ve never seen one this big...Even the Temple of Time’s Goddess Statue wasn’t this fucking huge.” Sean’s shaky voice rang out over the awed silence that had blanketed the group. “Hey, who’s that?” Everyone followed where Sean pointed. A young child with yellow-blonde hair peaked out from the massive doors of the temple, before disappearing. Not long after, they reappeared, following by a woman with the same color hair. She caught sight of the group, and walked to approach them.

“Oh, goodness! Hello! Where’d all of you come from?” Her pink dress swayed slightly behind her, bright blue eyes familiar to quite a few of the travelers. “Are you travelers? Odd...I don’t recognize any of you…”

“Um…” Warrior was the first to speak up. “Is your name...Zelda by chance? Do you know someone by the name of Link?”

“Oh, yes, I do! Here, come with me!” She turns to lead them, the bump on her belly becoming a bit more evident. Ray sucked in a breath, catching a concerned look from Four.

Ray just kept looking forward, his fists clenched at his sides.

Once they were all inside the temple, they were met by a man with dirty blonde hair, and a friendly smile. He wore a simple cream-colored shirt, a white cloth tied through the belt loops on black pants.

“Hi there! I’m Link. Zelda told me you all were asking about me?” He extends a hand, which Warrior shakes.

“Uh, yes. Hello, Link. Um...well, it’s a bit of a funny story…”

“Ohhhh for the Silver Goddess’s sake.” The youngest of them groaned. “Yoo!” She shoved her way through the group, to the front. “Name’s Zelda. His name’s Link. A few of them are named Link, actually. We’re from different Eras, and just kinda appeared here. So hi!” She waves, before bracing her fists on her hips, staring up at the now shocked man expectantly.

It’s silent for a moment, before he nods, a slightly confused look on his face.

“Oh...Okay….”

Oh sweet Goddesses, help us.

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Ehehehehehe~ I seriously love Ray and Four. They’re definitely my favorites right now. So our wonderful Hero of the Sky has entered the picture, and you guys got to meet the other members of the group!

I will attempt to get the art out for the other people this weekend, but it is doubtful it’ll happen since I need to get ready for school starting, which is on this coming Tuesday. Guess we’ll see.

I love Tear, he’s such a cutie~

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It was a long one. Last chapter was about 4 pages on Google Docs, this was just over 8.

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!

“So….you’re all from different Eras? And according to….records….this would have been the Era of the Sky? Seems fitting… Well, if that’s the case, you all can call me Sky!” The newest Link smiled, seeming not to care about the small blonde girl currently using him as her own personal tree. “This is Ciela, by the way. She’s my daughter.”

Ciela peered at the group, blue eyes locking onto each face in turn. When her eyes landed on Tear, he waved to her, giving her a small smile. She whipped her head away, burying it into her father’s shoulder. Sky laughs a bit.

“She’s a bit shy around new people.” He pulls her down from his shoulder, placing her on his leg. “Say hi, Ciela.” Ciela had one of her fingers in her mouth, and seemed keen on keeping quiet.

“She’s precious.” Gloam gives a smile. “It’s...also very nice to meet you, Sky. Um….have there been any...odd occurences recently? Monsters you’ve never seen before, maybe monsters you have seen before, but they seem different? Like they might look different, or anything of the sort?”

Sky seems to think for a second, before shaking his head. “Nope. Everything’s been pretty normal. Occasional Bokoblin we might have to deal with, but other than that, everything’s been going pretty smoothly. We’ve been working on settlements and such, spreading people out a bit. That’s kind of it, though.”

“Hm…” Gloam presses his fist against his mouth, leaning his elbow on his knee. He seems to fall into thought, and with the awkward silence building, Zoey is the next to speak up.

“Miss Zelda? Are you by chance, pregnant?” She smiles excitedly, clapping her hands together. When Zoey says her name, the much younger ‘Zelda’ next to Lucas seems to flinch, but doesn’t say anything.

Zelda laughs a bit. “Why, yes I am. Going on about 8 and a half months now. I’m ready to pop!”

Zoey squeals, pressing her hands against her cheeks. “May I feel, by chance?”

“Of course, dear.”

Zoey squeals again, quickly moving to kneel by Zelda. She presses her hands against her stomach, and her eyes light up in excitement. She waves Warrior over. “Come heerrreee!!!”

Warrior stands up hesitantly, awkwardly shuffling to where the two women are seated.

“It’s alright, you can feel if you like.” Zelda reassures him. Warrior kneels beside Zoey, hesitantly raising his hand. Zelda snickers a bit, and grabs his hand, pressing it against her stomach.

Warrior’s eyes fill with wonder. “Ooohhhhhhhhh goddesses it’s a bbaabbbbbyyyyyyy.” A few of the others laugh at his reaction.

After a while, Sky stands up, Ciela on his shoulder. “Well, I’m going to start making lunch.”

“Oh, I can help.” Both Four and Ray stand up, speaking at the same time.

Sky laughs. “I could use some extra hands. Come on.” He nods his head towards a set of doors just a few feet away.

The doors lead to a smaller hallway, which then opens up to a decent-sized kitchen area. “Four, you see the cupboard right there? Can you get out the biggest pot you see?” He points to a cupboard just under the counter, and Four heads towards it.

Sky sets down Ciela onto a nearby stool, and hands her a wooden spoon. She immediately starts waving it around, as if it were a sword.

“That’s some fancy swordplay, Miss Ciela.” Ray offers a smile to little girl, who shyly gives one back.

Sky chuckles. “Yeah, she’s really interested in ‘em. I think she’ll make a fine swordswoman when she’s older. Maybe she’ll get to be a Knight like her dad.”

“You were a Knight?”

“Of Skyloft, yes. I had just passed the test for it. The Wing Ceremony. That was right before I started my journey. I was almost 18.”

“Wow.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Ray clears his throat, a bit awkwardly. “I was 10.”

A loud clatter rings through the kitchen, and Ciela claps her hands over her ears. “Oh, sorry, dear. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Sky moves to Ciela, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I-I’m sorry….Did you say you were 10? 10 years old? My goddesses…”

“Yeah….Not exactly a….pleasant time, but….you know.” Ray raises his hand towards his mouth, picking at his lips.

“I was 15. Still pretty young, but not as bad as 10.” Four’s voice chimes from the counter. “Also, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“Quit picking at your lips. You’re going to make them bleed.”

Ray quickly lowers his hand, earning a snicker from Four. Sky shakes his head, and grabs a bag of apples from the corner. “Here. Ray, can you cut these up for me? I’m not very good at it...still not used to anything that isn’t a pumpkin.” He snorts, sticking his tongue out.

Ray stares at him a moment, silent.

“What?”

“Oh...n-nothing...You just...reminded me of someone….”

“Would you happen to be your wife?”

“What is it with you people being so clairvoyant?!”

Sky and Four both laugh. “It’s so obvious! You have that newly-wed glow about you!”

“That’s what Four said!”

“Because you do, Ray.”

“Shut up!”

The two laugh again at Ray’s embarrassment.

“What’s her name?” Sky still has a smile on his face as he moves toward the large pumpkin that had been on one of the other countertops.

“Zorana….We’ve been married about 4 months…”

“What’s she like?”

“Wild….she’s an absolute mad woman….But that’s what I like about her. I knew her when I was a kid. She’s….6 years older than me.” Ray holds back a laugh. “When I was young, she was a lot more like a big sister to me. I’d visit her every week and we’d spar. She helped me get a lot stronger. I could never beat her though….I was 11 when I started, and when I was 15, I was given a mission by the Princess of my Hyrule. I sparred with Zorana one last time, almost won, but still lost. Didn’t come back until I was almost 20.”

“Wow. What happened when you came back?”

“It….It was weird. When I saw her again….it was like my whole view of her had changed. She wasn’t like a sibling to me anymore….I saw her as a woman instead of a sister. I challenged her, and I won. Very well, at that.” He laughs. “Oh, I kicked her…” Ray stops, looking to Ciela for a moment, before clearing his throat. “Butt. And after that….I asked her if I could court her. She agreed….and….kinda went from there.”

“That’s the sweetest thing ever.” Four coos, waving a spoon at him.

“Shut up!” Ray chucks an apple slice at him.

“Hey! Those are for dessert!” Sky waves the large ladle in his hand, splattering pumpkin guts onto the counter. “.....Oops.” All 3 of the men laugh.

Ciela, still sitting on her stool, gave a small smile to the sight of the trio, and hopped down from her perch. She quietly slipped out of the kitchen, bounding down the hall. As she was doing so, a bit of movement caught her eye. She turned towards the wall beside her. In the corner of the hall, shadows pooled where the light didn’t reach. Suddenly, two red orbs blinked at her.

She slowly walked closer to the spot, the wooden spoon still in her hand. The shadows seem to twist and move as she got closer. A part of the shadow seemed to warp, and Ciela reached out her hand to touch it.

But before she could, she was lifted into the air.

“Ciela! You know you can’t go wandering off like that! What if you got hurt and we couldn’t find you?!” Sky’s worried voice rang through the hall. Ciela simply stared at her father, before turning her head to look back at the corner. The red orbs were gone, and the shadows had stilled.

Ray and Four stood in the archway of the kitchen. Four was also staring intently at the corner, before turning on his heel and going back into the kitchen.

“Alright. Your friends agreed to help Zelda keep an eye on Ciela. Sorry about that.” Sky sighed as he returned to the kitchen, leaning over the pot now filled with pumpkin soup.

“Oh, it’s fine. Kids seem like quite a handful.” Ray laughs a bit, looking back down the hall.

“Oh, they are. But I’m sure you’ll be learning that soon enough.” Sky gives him a wink, which causes Ray to choke a bit.

“Mm...Yeah...maybe.”

“What about you, Four? You got anybody special?” Sky looks to Four, who is now helping Ray cut apples.

He chuckles, nodding. “Yeah...Something like that…” A small smile shows on his tired face, making him seem a bit more lively.

Ray suddenly jolts, staring at the wall behind Four.

“What? What’s wrong?” Sky looks to the wall, Four doing so as well.

“I….uh...n-nothing. Thought I saw something….Startled me is all.”

“Was probably a bug.” Sky leans, checking over the wall. Four continues to stare at the wall, his shadow flickering from the light of the fire beneath the pot. Slowly, he turns back around, the smile still present on his face.

“Yeah...Probably.” He returns to cutting the apples, the smile never wavering.

Dinner is filled with amicable conversation and the excited squealing of Zoey while she talks with Zelda about the soon-to-arrive baby. Soon enough, it’s dark out, and Sky walks through the temple, snuffing out the remaining candles.

“It’s lucky we have so many blankets and pillows from Skyloft. Sorry we couldn’t have proper beds for all of you, though.” Zelda hands Tear a second pillow, and he immediately places it on top of his blankets, and faceplants into it. Lucas, to the side of him, snickers at the sight, nodding in thanks when Zelda also hands him another pillow.

“Oh, it’s alright. We’re just thankful for your hospitality….and for putting up with Zoey’s squealing…” Warrior laughs nervously, thanking her when she hands him the last pillow in her hands.

“Oh, I didn’t mind at all. She’s a very sweet girl. She’s a keeper.” Zelda sends Warrior a wink, and his face immediately blooms red in response. She giggles, walking towards the door. “I hope you all rest well. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Miss Zelda!!”

“Link….I think you should go with them.”

“But the baby will be here soon! I can’t miss that!”

“They’re going to need your help!”

“Miss Zelda. Your husband should be here with you and your daughter. You are much more important for him. Our situation is our own.”

“I’d much rather be here with you, Zelda.”

“I know for a fact you’ve been itching to go out into the world again. This is your chance! You’ll even get to see how our hard work goes! I will be just fine! Groose and the others will help me! You should go! You would be such a good help for them!”

“Zelda…”

“Link...dear….Go. Go see the world again. I know you’ll come back. And our child will be waiting here to see their daddy when you do.”

“.......”

“If you’re sure-”

“I’m sure, Link.”

“Alright. I love you, Zelda.”

“I love you, too.”

A loud squawking awoke the group, causing a few of them to jump up, grabbing their weapons. Others awoke slowly, rubbing their eyes. And one…

snooorrrreeee

….One slept right through it.

“Sean! Get up!” Gloam flicked the still sleeping teen’s head, who shot up from his pile of blankets.

“What?! What!! What? I’m up...I’m up!” He snorted a bit as he jolted awake, his arm buckling, almost causing him to fall back again.

Gloam bites back a laugh, as he looks for what made the noise.

A bright yellow beak stuck through the window to the room they were in. It squawked again, before spitting out an envelope, and slipping back through the window, the shutter closing.

Ray was the first to approach the window, picking up the letter.

Good morning, heroes! You all seem to be just as sleepy-headed as my hero, so I sent my Loftwing to wake you all up! Once you’re all ready, please come out to the Goddess Statue. I have a little announcement to make!

Yours truly,

Zelda

“Well….guess we better head out there.” Ray says, waving the letter. A collective groan passes over the group.

“YOU’RE COMING WITH US?!” Lucas, Tear, and the princess all shout in tandem.

Sky laughs nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Uh...yeah….Zelda thought it’d be a good idea...Maybe I could help with your situation? I try to convince otherwise, I’d rather stay here for the baby, but...can’t really argue with her when she has her mind set on something.

“And Gloam. You knew about this?” Sean stood with his arms crossed, his hip out. Gloam snorts at the sight of him.

“Y….yes. I did.” He fails at keeping back his laugh. “Ahem. I thought the same thing as Sky. He should stay here with Zelda in my opinion. But yeah….can’t really argue with any incarnation of Zelda. I think the majority of us can attest to that….”

It’s silent for a moment, before a unanimous sound of agreement comes from the group.

Gloam sighs, chuckling. “Well...we’re still glad to have you joining us, Sky. How many of us does that make? 10? Fun…”

“Oh….oh this is just gonna go to shit real quick.” Sean mumbles.

“Hey! Children, present. And that includes you.” Gloam flicks Sean’s forehead, earning two middle fingers from the short man. “HEY!” Sean bolts, quickly causing Gloam to chase after him.

Warrior sighs. “Welcome to the group of fffriggin weirdos.”

“Nice save.” Sky snickers.

“Thanks.”

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Hyrule-Bound belongs to me! Creator Twitchy~

Yeah this chapter just got super long, so unfortunately....

My wonderful rat man will not be appearing until next chapter.

Also....I hope y’all enjoyed a bit of....four...shadowing....I did...ehehehhehee~

Also, yes. Ciela is named after the fairy from Phantom Hourglass. Not literally in the story, but yeah. I got the name from PH.

I hope y’all enjoyed!

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!

“So what exactly was all that? What was that guy’s problem? What went down between you two?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Warrior.”

“Zoey...You know you can talk to me.”

“I know. I’m just not ready to talk about it yet, okay?”

“Alright… But when you do, you know I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t you get it? You’re just a slave. You’re no hero.”

“I can’t breathe sometimes. It’s like there’s something in my chest trying to crawl its way out of my mouth.”

“I don’t know what’s happening. Help me! Please?!”

“And the little hero succumbs to his dark thoughts. Pathetic.”

The clank of a bottle hitting the table jolted the tired man out of his stupor. Zelda had slammed a large liquor bottle down, staring at him with an expectant look. “You look like you could use a drink, Ty.”

“Ty?” He snarled, eyeing the bottle.

“Yeah. Short for ‘tyrant’. Since that’s exactly what you act like.”

“Clever.”

“Mm.” She knocks the lid of the bottle on the edge of the table, popping it off. She flops into the chair across from him, taking a large swig from it. She makes it face, smacking her lips. “Wow, that is pure shit.”

“No fucking duh. Ain’t exactly got any sort of good alcohol around here.” He takes it from her, staring down into the bottle. “Wait a second, how old are you?”

“13. You?”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful number you don’t get to know. Why the fuck a kid like you drinking?”

She shrugs. “Guess you could say being a princess in my time isn’t as cracked up as people think it is.”

“Hmm….Yeah I guess I can get that.”

“So what’s your issue with Zoey? As far as I know, she’s a sweetheart, but I also know people aren’t always what they seem. So what’s the story behind that?” She kicks her feet up onto the table between her and Ty, leaning her arm on the back of the chair.

Ty scoffs, shaking his head. “She ruined my life, pretty much. Not much else to say.”

“Well, yeah, I kinda guessed but like…” She throws her hands up, gesturing, “what happened?”

“Don’t exactly want to talk about it.”

Zelda sighs. “Alright. I can respect that. So how you’d meet the rabbit dude?”

“According to him, he got yanked into some weird portal, and found himself in front of what he thought was the house of a friend of his, but it ended up being mine. I guess I live in that Tear kid’s old house...future old house? Mm.” He shrugs, the bottle dangling from between two of his fingers.

“If you aren’t going to drink that, can I have it back?”

“Um, no? One: it’s mine. Two: a kid like you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Uggghhh, you sound like my mom.”

“I have a feeling you say that about anyone who doesn’t let you do what you want.”

“Probs.”

“Probs?”

“Short for probably. Get with the lingo, old man.”

“Oh you are just asking to get your shit kicked in.”

“Oh, yeah? Try me, bitch.”

“You definitely got a fire in ya, kid. Guess that’s a good thing. ‘Specially in a place like this.” Ty stares down at the bottle in his hand, a frown settling on his face. “Though….I think all you Zeldas have that little fire.”

“Aoife.”

“What? Ee-fah?” He looks up at her, raising a brow. She’s looking down at her hands, picking at her nails.

“I prefer it.”

“Huh...Well, Aoife. I’d say you probably have better things to do than hang out this old geezer. What are the others doin’?” He stands up, setting the bottle on the table, then stretches, his various joints popping in response.

“Talking outside, I think. Don’t think a lot of them like being cooped up in such a small space with so many people.”

“Well, not everyone can live in a castle. I ain’t got many blankets and pillows so they’ll just have to make do tonight.”

“I think we’ll be fine with it. Before we met Sky, we’d camp out in the woods usually. And I’m used to sleeping outside so…” Aoife stands as well, eyeing the bottle. Ty catches her eyes, smirking. Her eyes pass from his to the bottle.

She jumps to try and grab it, but he snatches it up, whistling at her. “Ooohh~ almost got it.” He winks, pointing at her with the hand holding the bottle. “Better luck next time, Miss Aoife.”

She clicks her tongue, sticking her tongue out at him. “Worth a shot.”

“Can’t deny that. Come on.” He swings the bottle back and forth in his hand as he opens the door leading outside. He waves his arm with a flourish, standing to the side. “After you, Princess~”

“Oh fuck you.”

“Eeehhhh, I think you’re a bit young for that. No thanks.”

“Oh, you’re fucking gross.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said it.”

“Uggghhhhhhh!!!!”

“Hahahahahahaaa.”

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like in a world without Light? What it’d be like...to live in a world that didn’t have something like the Triforce….Or maybe it was steeped in shadows? The dusk of another world clouding this one? Or maybe one that was doomed to be crushed under the force of something else?”

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“You’ve never thought of what it could be like in other worlds?”

“Of course I have! I just don’t get where all this is coming from. You’ve never shown any interest in that kind of stuff before. What brought it about?”

“I don’t know… Maybe I’m just restless. I’m used to moving around.”

“Are you not happy staying here? With me?”

“It’s not like that-”

“No, really. You won’t hurt my feelings. Do you want to leave? Go somewhere?”

“I just….I miss moving around.”

“Then let’s go!”

“What?”

“Let’s go! Let’s go see the world! You’re not happy here, I can tell. You have been a bit...gloomy lately. So let’s go! Anywhere you want!”

“You’d really just up and leave...with me?”

“Of course I would. You’re kind of...my only friend.”

“Am I just a friend?”

“What?”

“Am I just a friend to you, Link?”

“I….You know….sometimes I don’t know.”

“You’re willing to leave everything here to make me happy…. Do you want to be something more than friends?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I just don’t want to see my friend upset or sad.”

“You’re a sweet guy, Link.”

Stop.

“You love me, don’t you?”

I fucking hate you.

“What?! TINY LITTLE HERO CAN’T HANDLE A LITTLE DARKNESS?”

“Why are you doing this?!”

“Because! IT’S FUN!”

I hate you so much.

“Poor baby~ Does it hurt?”

“Stop! Please!”

“Awww, beg some more, little tyrant. You’re so cute when you beg for me.”

“Stop…”

“Don’t you get it? You’re just a slave. You’re no hero.”

Stop. Stop it.

“I feel like something’s really wrong with me…. I can’t breathe sometimes. It’s like there’s something in my chest trying to crawl its way out of my mouth. That damn witch is gone, I have no idea where she went...but ever since she left, it’s like a part of me is missing. And I don’t mean this in some bullshit sentimental way. I feel like there’s literally been a part of me ripped out, and my damn guts are just hanging out of my body.”

“I don’t know what’s happening!! I...I can’t see, everything’s red! Please… I don’t know what’s happening! Help me! Please?!”

STOP!

“And the little hero succumbs to his dark thoughts. Pathetic. I thought you were better than that, Link. Well….tyrants always get their punishments for their actions eventually. And you thought just because you were a hero you could act how you wanted. This is what happens when you go against what you are told. Bratty little child...You don’t deserve the blessing of Courage.”

All you ever wanted was control over me. Why? What did I do? What made me so special? Being some Hero?

That is exactly what made you so special, Link.

You were a Hero.

And now you’re just a little tyrant, scrambling for control over his life again.

Poor baby~ Can’t even handle seeing her again? Bring back memories? Memories of something that seemed too good to be true, because it was? Poor thing...

Wake up.

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

Wake up, Link.

“FUCK!” A thud signalled Ty’s descent from his bed. He scrambled to stand, gasping for air. His fingers fumbled for the switch on his light, before finally his room was illuminated. He collapsed on his bed, holding his hands over his face. “Fuck….fuck fuck fuck…. Why did you have to come back here? Why….I wanted to forget you… I can’t handle you being here.”

“Bad memories I’m guessing?” An unfamiliar voice chimed from the corner of the room, where the light from Ty’s lamp couldn’t reach.

“Who’s there? Who the fuck are you?”

“Relaaaxxx. Friend, not foe.” Two glowing red lights blinked into existence in the corner, as a figure stepped into the light.

Red lights turned to a pale purple, writhing wispy tendrils moving back into the corner. Dark purple braids framed a dark grey face, a semi-concerned look present. “You alright? Nightmares aren’t fun to wake up from alone, trust me, I know.” The man leans on against the wall, the light catching against an onyx-like rose-shaped charm around his neck.

“Well, I guess I’m not really alone, now, am I?”

“Touche.”

“Who are you?”

“Me?” The man points to himself, before grinning, pointed white teeth stark against shadowy skin. “I’m Shadow. Aoife calls you Ty, don’t she? Sup.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, the impish smile still present.

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I WAS HAVING SO MUCH DIFFICULTY FIGURING OUT HOW I WANTED TO INTRODUCE SHADOW BUT FUCK IT. HIS APPEARANCE JUST ENDED UP COMING NATURALLY. WE GOT A GOOD BOI UP IN THIS BITCH NOW.

Updates will be HOPEFULLY every weekend. I was thinking I might be late this weekend but I managed to finish!!!

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!

Creator Twitchy out~

“Come on, Sean. You’re gonna get left behind! We’re gonna get nice beds at the stable without yooouuuuu.” The bright-eyed blonde teen ran ahead of his parents and younger brother.

The small boy dragged his feet as he walked behind his parents. “I’m tired of walking! How come we couldn’t just ask Miss Paya to use the Sheikah Slate?”

“Because, Sean, we aren’t going to waste the Slate’s power on something so dumb.” The short, brown-haired man in front of Sean shook his head, before hissing in pain when the woman beside him whacked her hand against his arm.

“One: The Sheikah Slate has unlimited power, Seamus. Two: It’s not dumb at all, this trip actually could have warranted us going to Impa. But I decided we’d take the trip ourselves. We’re almost to a stable, we’ll get some horses to help us along. We still have about a week till the ceremony.” The woman’s white hair curled around her head like a halo, as she stepped back to pick up Sean. “Come on, honey, it’s not much farther.”

“Oh come on, don’t spoil the boy, Ahava. He can walk just fine.” Seamus scoffs, giving his wife an exasperated look.

“He’s 6 years old, Seamus. And just for that, you get to walk while we use the horses.” She gives him a smug smile, flipping her hair as she walks ahead beside her elder son.

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“Why hello, there! How are you all doin’? Ahava, it’s so good to see you!” Bright, emerald green eyes sparkled at the new arrivals. Ahava smiled, going to embrace the tall Gerudo woman.

“Hey there, Miss Chief. You’re just bout ready to pop aren’t you? Got any names picked out yet?” Ahava presses her ear to the woman’s swollen stomach.

“I was thinking Zakiya.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful name, Jamie.” Ahava leans to pick up Sean, and waves her other son over. “Link turned 10 last week, so we brought him here for the ceremony.” She runs her hand through his hair, ruffling it.

“Oh, I see. Hello, Link, you’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you. And as have you, Sean!!” Jamie takes Sean from Ahava’s arms, bouncing him in the air, earning an excited giggle from the small child. “Well, come on. Got about an hour, we can get Seamus his room all set up at the Bazaar.”

“You know, I don’t really understand why I have to go to that damn Bazaar, but my boys can go in town.” Seamus huffs.

“Well, only voes under 18 years of age may enter Gerudo Town. And that attitude of yours is precisely why we don’t let adult voes into Town.” Jamie smiles sweetly, a knowing grin on her face.

Seamus blows a raspberry at her, shrugging. “Fair enough. Lead the way, Miss Chief.”

“MAMA!!! LOOK! I DID IT!!”

“Come on, Sean! Let’s have a sword fight!”

“It’s a boy?! But I thought…”

“I know...It’s...a little worrying, given all the legends. But...I don’t care about all that. He’s still my son, that isn’t going to change. No matter what happens.”

“Do you have a name for him?”

“Lucasari. It’s a very old Gerudo name. Legend has it, it was the name of the last Gerudo male, the one who fought in the First Calamity.”

“It’s a wonderful name, Jamie.”

“Queen Hilda! Welcome! It’s been a while since you’ve come here to Kakariko.”

“Hello, Impa. Is my daughter here? I know she likes to come here when she runs off.”

“No, I’m sorry. She isn’t around here. She might be in Gerudo Town with Jamie?”

“I see. Thank you, anyways, Miss Impa.”

“No problem, Queen Hilda…….You two can come out now.”

“Thank you, Miss Paya.”

“Of course, Zelda. But Sean, you have to keep an eye on her. She needs to get back to Hyrule Castle by tonight so her mother doesn’t become suspicious.”

“Yes, Miss Paya. Come on, Zelds!!”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME, SEAN?! We’ve been looking all over for the Princess and it turns out that YOU are the one who’s been helping her sneak out?!”

“WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T SUCH A SHITTY KNIGHT YOU WOULD HAVE FIGURED IT OUT BY NOW! AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO KEEP AN EYE ON HER AT ALL TIMES?! ISN’T THAT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE THE PRINCESS’S CHOSEN KNIGHT?!”

“YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

“LET GO OF ME!!”

“L...l...Link? Ar...are you….Help...h..HELP!!”

“What happened?”

“We...w...we were arguing...And….a...and...we fell off the edge of the walkway.”

“What the hell could you two have been arguing about, Sean?”

“I...I’m the one w….wh...who’s been helping Zzzzz….”

“Take your time, dear.”

“I’ve been….helping Zelda sneak out...Q...Queen Hilda.”

“I know.”

“Y...y...you do?”

“Yes, Sean. I’ve always known. That’s why I’ve never been very inclined to go after her when she runs off. Because I knew she’d be fine with you, you wouldn’t let her get hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Sean.”

“HE’S THE DAMN REASON OUR SON IS GONE, AHAVA!!”

“HE IS OUR SON TOO! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, SEAMUS!”

“Do you see the way everyone looks at us? With that damn pity in their eyes?”

“Because our child just died, Seamus. What the fuck do you expect from people who have a sense of fucking empathy?”

“They are looking at us like we are WEAK!”

“THEY ARE LOOKING AT US LIKE WE JUST LOST A FUCKING CHILD!”

“Sean…”

“Yeah, Zelds?”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…”

“Hey there. Name’s Sani. You looking for a job?”

“Uh...yeah. A waitress perhaps?”

“Oh. Oh….uh...yeah sure. Name?”

“Um...Shauna.”

“Well, Shauna. How soon can you work?”

“Right now.”

“Oh, well then...th-that’s great! We’re pretty short-staffed right now, so that’d be wonderful. I’ll see how you work tonight, and if you do well, we’ll see about getting you a proper position here.”

“Alright.”

“Your name isn’t really Shauna, is it?”

“No...It’s Sean.”

“Do you prefer Shauna?”

“I don’t really care. You can call me Sean if you like.”

“Eh. I’ll probably just stick to the nicknames. Are you all alone out here?”

“Pretty much. I can’t go back home, and I’m almost 18, there’s no point in going to Gerudo Town.”

“You realize they’d probably still let you in, right? Especially if you went there dressed like how you were in the tavern. They wouldn’t think twice.”

“They know me. They’d know it’s me.”

“I’m guessing you’re well-known then? How often have you been there?”

“My mom was best friends with Lady Jameela. I’ve known her son since he was born.”

“I see…Well, chickadee. You can stay here as long as you like. If you don’t have anywhere else to go, you’re welcome here at any time.”

“Thh...thank you...Sani.”

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It’s cold. Why is it so cold? Did I kick my blanket off?

Bleary eyes blinked up at the wooden ceiling, as Sean attempted to feel around him for the blanket Gloam usually covered him with at night. Sure enough, the blanket was just to the side of him, haphazardly splayed across the floorboards. He sits up, rubbing his eyes.

“You alright, Sean?” Gloam’s deep voice whispered from a few feet away. Sean looked up to see the elder man watching him from a spot against the wall.

“Yeah...I’m fine. Weird dreams s’all…”

“Nightmares?”

“Not really. Bad parts, yeah. But not super bad.”

“Wanna head outside for a bit? Be better than staying in all cooped up.”

“Yeah.” Sean stood up, careful not to disturb Tear and Ravio who were curled up together a few feet to his right. Gloam stood up as well, wrapping his arm over Sean’s shoulders as they left the house as quietly as possible.

“So...your brother was a chosen hero?”

“Yep. Can you guess his name?”

“Hmmmmmmmmmm… Was iiiitttt...Link by chance?” Gloam shoots a knowing smile at Sean.

“Oh how did you guess?!” He gasps dramatically, pressing his hands against his cheeks. They both laugh. “He was trained to be Zelda’s knight for about...9 years? I was 15 when he died, so...yeah.”

“And then Lucas pulled the sword afterwards? When he was 10?”

“Yep. Honestly, Link kinda sucked at being a knight. He had a really bad temper, didn’t get along with any of the royal court. Bad mouth, no filter. He was a serious dickhead, honestly. I feel like becoming a chosen hero...made his ego too big. Don’t get me wrong, he took his job seriously when it came to Zelda, he was just bad at it. 10 years old is too young for that kind of responsibility.”

“Yeah...tell me about it….You feeling alright now?”

“Yeah...I’m alright. Just kinda...sucks, you know?”

“Mhm.”

Sean sighs, before leaning his head against Gloam’s arm. Gloam responds by pulling Sean into closer to him, allowing the two of them to fall into a comfortable position together, Sean’s head resting against Gloam’s chest.

“I miss him...He was an asshole...but he was my brother.”

“I know, Sean...I know.” Gloam runs his fingers through Sean’s hair. “Your hair’s startin’ to grow out.”

“I might let it this time. Plus...I don’t like getting my hair cut by anyone who isn’t Miss Paya.”

Gloam chuckles. “Yeah, then it’ll have to wait unless we can magically end up back in your Hyrule.”

Sean snorts, relaxing in Gloam’s grip. “Yeah...guess so…”

This is your fault, Sean. You pushed me off.

What?

Your fault, your fault.

Link? No...no you know that’s not what happened.

Were you jealous? Was that it?

Of course I was jealous of you. But I’d never do that, you’re my brother.

Your fault, your fault.

What...what’s going on? Why is it so dark? Gloam? Zelda? Lucas?! Anybody?!?!

You know, Sean… There were other ways to get what you wanted. You didn’t have throw your own brother off the bridge.

Hey, asshole, I fell off of it too. I lost Link and I can’t speak properly because of all of this. You’re just trying to mess with my head, so fuck you! I know what happened.

Oh really? There was no resentment? No anger? There’s no way you can tell me you didn’t dislike your brother at least a little bit...enough to want to hurt him?

No. He was a dick, but I could never kill him.

I think we both know that’s a lie.

Who the hell even are you?!

Me? Well….

STOP STOP

I can’t breathe.

SEAN

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Badbadbadbadbadbad

I’m bad.

STOP!

All Sean could see were two burning red lights in front of him, as a mass of black tar bubbled and spit at his feet. Two hands shot out of the tar, pressing against the ground, as a rolling mass crawled out of the pitch-black substance. “You’re the reason for this, Sean. You’re the reason he’s gone.”

“I know I’m the reason...But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and that’s all I can do…” Sean’s breathing quickened, his voice cracking as tears spilled over his cheeks. The creature crawled towards him, gaining more and more of a humanoid shape. Every once in a while, it seemed to stop, its whole body spasming. It’d change form, from a person, to a wolf and then to simply an amorphous blob.

“Pathetic. Pathetic. Patheticpatheticpathetic.” The creature screeches, lunging towards Sean. The tar-like substance splatters over Sean’s body, pinning him to the ground of whatever void he was currently stuck in. “You’re just a waste...a burden. It’s your fault, your fault! You can’t help your friends! You’ll just end up hurting them too! You don’t want to hurt them, do you? You can’t protect them, so all you’ll end up doing is dragging them down.”

“No, I won’t. I won’t!” Sean tries to claw at the creature, choked sobs fighting their way out of his mouth. “I can help. I know I can. Gloam tells me all the time.”

“He just pities you. You know you’re just a burden to him.”

“IF I WERE JUST A BURDEN HE’D TELL ME!”

“Funny that you actually believe that. Now shut up, and die.”

The black tar falls out of the creature’s mouth, covering Sean’s face and finding its way into his own mouth, choking him. His vision was quickly fading, as he continued to try and fight his way out of the creature’s grip.

Sean.

Help.

Sean!

I can’t breathe.

Sean! Wake up!

Bad. Badbadbadbadbad.

SEAN!

I’m bad.

“SEAN!”

Sean woke up, gasping for air and coughing. Gloam’s voice kept calling to him, as he felt hands steady his body as he rolled to the side, and threw up in the grass. Heavy sobs jolted through him, as Gloam’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him back to sit.

“It’s not my fault, it’s not. It’s not….I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t. I didn’t!”

“Shhh, Sean. I know. It’s not your fault, don’t ever think it was your fault.”

Sean continued to cry, tear-filled eyes staring up at the bright moonlight. “It’s not my fault…” He whispered, hanging tightly onto Gloam’s arms, curling into a ball.

“It’s not my fault.”

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“His brother’s Dark? How could that be possible, Shadow?” Four whispered to purple-haired man.

“How else would it work? His brother was held the Spirit of the Hero. Anyone bound to a goddess, or with the Spirit of the Hero, will gain a Dark Image. His brother’s Dark was always malformed, we think it was because of Link’s heart. He wasn’t exactly a prime example of heroism. He was kind of a dick, honestly.” Shadow crosses his arms, sighing. “This Dark has latched onto Sean. Which is weird, because his brother’s Dark should have either disappeared or gone rogue without their Light around, and since it didn’t have a chance to meet its Reflection. I think those two have something to do with it.”

“Them? You mean...Mali and Vanity?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what they’re planning…. I’m not exactly welcome in the Dark World, as I’m sure you know.”

“Right...What should we do?”

“Keep an eye on Sean. Having those two on his tail for whatever reason won’t be good for him. He’s fragile enough because of what happened to his brother, having Mali on him especially will just fuck him up worse. I think Gloam has him handled for now, but… We just have to keep an eye on him till we can figure out what’s going on.”

“Okay…” Four nods, before pressing his hand against his forehead.

“You alright?” Shadow is immediately at his side, pressing a hand to Four’s cheek.

“Yeah, I’m fine...Just tired. Have you gotten anything that might help Vio’s situation?” Four presses his head against Shadow’s shoulder, taking in a shaky breath. Shadow wraps his arms around him, swaying gently with his cheek pressed against the top of Four’s head.

“I’ve learned a couple things, so it’s a start. When you initially beat your Dark, and I was released from the Four Sword as a result, something happened that managed to cause a piece of your Dark to become stuck in your body. And it’s slowly corrupting each part of you. It started with Vio for whatever reason… That’s all I’ve got so far...But it’s something.”

“Weren’t you close with your Vio….back then…”

“Yeah, I was...Maybe I set the precedent…”

Four pulled back a bit, fiddling with the edge of Shadow’s collar. “We’ll figure it out…I promise…”

“I know we will. Blue’d never let me live it down if I didn’t.” He chuckles, earning a laugh from Four as well. He presses a kiss to Four’s temple, before pulling him into another hug.

“Blech. Love is so gross.”

“Oh, hush, Vanity. They’re rather cute together.”

“Seriously, Mali? Good fucking Fayra, you’re so weird to think that that mushy shit is cute.”

“Watch your language, Vanity. You know I don’t appreciate foul mouths.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Did the baby hero’s Shadow find the kid?”

“Yes, they did. It’s going to be a little troublesome with the Chained Hero around, but luckily we have the little tyrant and the three heirs, so that should make it a little easier.”

“Hmm...How long until we have to go get her?”

“Still a little while. We have to wait for her to finish her assignment….and find the Guardian’s Sword. We can’t retrieve her until she finds it.”

“Ah…”

“Oooohhh, Mommy is going to be so happy to see how everything is coming along… The next thing on our list...will be the newest hero...What was the name he was given?”

“Lucasari.”

“Lucasari! Ooohhh like the old hero. In that Calamity thing. I see. Funny. Both holding the Spirit of the Hero, yet being blood incarnations of our wonderful King.”

“So funny, Mali.”

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OOOOHHH BOI CHAPTER 6 PEOPLES. Also @dill-musette ........you know exactly why I’m tagging you :)

We got some good bois saying hi in this chapter. Actually they are very bad bois but eh.

Mali and Vanity’s designs will be in another post right after this one, that way y’all can get a little info on them.

We also got some FourxShadow in this chapter, as well as GloamxSean moments, which I’m pretty happy about and I know @bitchyfoxbread will be happy about as well.

We will be continuing like this for the next few chapters, as I built up some basic backstory to certain characters, then we will be going back to the group’s actual journey. They’re going to be in Ty’s Hyrule for a little while, though.

Also, the Era that Sean, Lucas, and Aoife are from is called the “Era of Restoration”. I don’t know if I’ve said that before, so I’m saying it here. It’s about 200 years post-Breath of the Wild, and Hyrule is being ‘restored’ pretty much.

Yeah, I’m so clever, I know, right?

Anyways...

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!