#implied changeling

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Lore- Logan

Dusk- Lewis

Gen- Len

Speck- Lex

Ocarina- Lee

Mask- Lloyd

RGBV- Red = Lucas, Blue= Liam, Vio =  Luca, Green = Levi

Sketch- Laurence

Realm- Lincoln

Wind- Linus

Steam- Lucius

Shadow- Lance

Oni- Lazlo

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SS Zelda- Zinnia

FS Zelda- Zoe

MC Zelda- Zoey

OoT/MM Zelda- Zara

TP Zelda- Zahra

FSA Zelda- Zariya

LTTP/OoA/OoS/LA Zelda- Zyunko

LBW Zelda- Zendaya

LoZ/AoL Zelda- Zelda

WW/PH Zelda (Tetra)- Zayomara

ST Zelda- Zia

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His eyes opened widely, hair clinging to him as a thick layer of sweat dripped down his face. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he felt his hands gain life, raising them to his face and wiping what he could away before sitting up and gripping his sheets.' The same one again…' he thought to himself, wiping his face dry and getting down from his bed. He blinked his eyes rapidly, stumbling his way to his bathroom. Opening the door, he made eye contact with the mirror. Heavy bags laid below his eyes, his dyed pink hair messily laid around his head and his shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and released the air. He opened them again, staring at himself in the mirror. "So, the audition is today…?" He asked himself. He flinched as he felt fur collide with his leg and small purrs emitted from the animal.

Turning behind him, he saw a kitten rubbing its face. "Snow, you scared me", he said, bending down and petting the cat.

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Breathing heavily, hands shaking and sweat dripping down his face, Logan turned the knob of the large building door and entered, eyes closed tightly. "Hey!" Logan flinched, as an average height pale skinned brunette walked towards him. "Are you here for the auditions?" They asked, clipboard in hand, pencil tucked behind their ear. "Y… yes, my-my name is… Lo-Logan Lore…" he muttered out silently, his voice drowned out by the busy room and loud speaking. The brunette still nodded, carefully taking him to a separate room and closing the door, the sounds from the previous room drowned out. "Now, repeat your name, please? I couldn't hear it too well." They said slowly, sitting behind the desk at a far side of the room.

Logan took measured steps forward and sat down at a chair near the desk. "Logan Lore" he said a bit louder, eyes darting across the room. "Can… can anyone-" he was cut out by the brunette shaking their head. "No, they can't hear us. You don't have to be afraid here, I'm the only one here."

Lore tried to speak but his throat felt clogged up, stammering and stuttering, gibberish flowing from his mouth, rather than words.

"I'll start then, to give you some time to breathe." They said, sitting down in an office chair just big enough for two people. Logan decided to sit down in one of the normal school chairs present in the office, taking note of how this looked like the principal's office in a highschool. "My name is Charlotte Chai," they started off, hand extended for a hand shake, round green eyes staring softly at him. He shook their hand, only lasting a few seconds before they let go. "I'm the director of the show we're making here." He nodded and held up a flier. The audition flier. "I guessed as much," they said, smiling. "What did you say your last name is?"

"Lore…" he muttered out.

"I see. You wanna go over the lines, see if you're fit for any roles? Or would you like some tea first?"

"Tea…" he muttered out again, moving his chair closer to the desk. A knock sounded from outside and Logan ducked his head just as a child, no older than 13, entered, some pastries in hand. "I made everyone snacks"

"Ah, thank you Lincoln, you can leave them right there." The child, Lincoln, nodded and set them down, closing the door before leaving again. Logan peeked at the plate of pastries and saw some sword and shield shaped cookies. He chuckled silently. "You want to try one?" Charlotte asked, which scared Logan. "I… sure." He said, not looking at Charlotte. He quickly nabbed a shield from the plate which made Charlotte laugh a bit. " It makes sense you picked a shield." "Huh?... Why?"

"Because you've been hiding from me the whole time you sat here."

Logan flinched a bit and looked down, muttering apologies, which caused the brunette to laugh a bit more. "It's alright, I'm not judging. Just an observation." They said, grabbing a cookie from the pile. "How good are you at acting?"

"I'm not", Logan answered.

"Why are you here then?"

"I… I wanted to see if I'd get the part." He paused. "Make some friends."

"Well, if that's all, you can go outside. There are 16 people, a good majority of them are children, and they're the ones who see if you should or should not be in the show. Well, mostly Lewis and Lance."

Logan felt his stomach drop and he slowly stood up, shuffling to the door. Before he could open it, he heard the rattle of the door knob and the door flung open, slamming into him and, due to the heaviness of the door, getting thrown into the wall.

The air was knocked from his lungs and he gasped for air. He slid down the wall, clutching his chest; he was pretty sure he cracked a rib or something, and he could feel the blood - or was it snot?- dripping down his nose. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" Someone said from the door. He could hear Charlotte run over from their spot on the desk, another voice come from behind the door, more angry- was it at him?- but he couldn't understand what he said. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and his eyes managed to focus, ears ringing slightly.

"Y… ok?"

He nodded once and held his head, a bump was already starting to form.

"That was a bad throw, Lewis be more careful next time" Charlotte scolded a tall man; no, he only looked tall. Lore could stand beside him and be taller, even if by a bit. He felt a hand on the back of his head, Charlotte's hand, he recognized it from earlier, and then his forehead was rested on said brunette's shoulder. Warmth crept up to his face, cheeks dusted in a light pinkish hue. He felt slim fingers play around with his hair and he flushed even more, his entire face burning up even more. He tried to speak, his voice trapped, but Charlotte seemed to understand. Soon he heard sirens, an ambulance, most likely, and he counted the seconds before a doctor showed up.

He couldn't hear what the doctor was saying too, well, Charlotte was expressionless the whole time, so even then he couldn't read their body language. He just hid behind his turtleneck sweater and waited for the day to end already. He hid and waited. And waited. Soon enough he got bored of waiting, thinking of ways to pass the time. Back at home, Snow was being taken care of by his roommate, whom he hadn't been able to see in several days but he knew he'd pass by; he'd leave small post it notes with words of encouragement and little doodles on the front page of his notebooks- he almost always used the art one, whether it was hidden away in Logan's closet or not. He could never say he hated his roommate, but they didn't spend that often together. Logan would always hide away while Ravio- was that his name or was it something else?- had been outside making him breakfast and then heading to work.

How was he doing? Was he ok? Did he need help? Maybe he did and Lore was here, sitting in a comfortable chair in his boss' office with 3 stitches and a bandage on his head.

"I came as fast as I could-" Ravio came charging in, he had not dressed properly, his hair was disheveled, Snow sat on his hoodie pockets, the small teacup cat purring softly in her sleep. Logan gasped happily and scooped up his kitten, petting her as she positioned herself again, small ears twitching slightly. He could hear the muffled noises of Ravio talking to Charlotte. He didn't focus on them, his kitten was here, that's all he needed.