When he was free’d from the statue, it was supposed to be his beautiful happy-go-lucky ending.

He got what he wanted— all of his friends (his only friend) were there, ascended as characters. And he was made into the main character of his favorite game. What more could he ask for?

It was nice, peaceful, filled with people just like him,

Until that thing came along.

A faceless creature, that hid behind trees and stuff that were at a perspective only he could see all the time.

When he tried to look for it, to see what it wanted, (because sure as hell was there no creatures looking like that in Majoras Mask..) he found a door. And when he opened that door, a cold hand gripped his tight— causing him to pause for a moment as his blue eyes shifted to you.

A ghost.

You guided him along his world, no worries of who might see you two as you told him about all the things that could happen if he joined the ‘figures’ cult.

Usually, cult members referred to it as religion, but you seemed to acknowledge the fact it was a cult and didn’t care.

He refused, because he had a religion of his own. Luna. The moon children. That’s who his life was devoted to.

So you left, but occasionally was always there— a presence he saw from far away but nobody else could.

He didn’t have a say on whether he joined or not anyways.

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He was forcefully taken out of his life— his life he worked so hard to achieve for. Instead, he drifted into another universe.

His form. He still looked like Link, but a slightly creepier version. One that didn’t look friendly, say.

The forest he “spawned” in all looked the same, stagnant water everywhere— and without that water, was very dirty water. Deep forests, with a dark setting. Had that creepy vibe to it.

Then he saw you.

That person that tried to convince him to join the cult a few months ago.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, signifying that he was there. Though, he didn’t wanna make a sound.

He didn’t trust you. Not yet, at least.