Sorta-forgot-but-then-refound Link/Redead crackfic, again to scare my friends. 586 words. Have fun trying to rationalise your disgust over the bizarre fluff contained within. 586 words. Yay.
Glancing around, he quickly slipped through the doorway, feeling smooth stone beneath his fingers as he sidled down the passage beyond. His breath came in sharp bursts, and seemed to tingle with excitement.
He was going to see it again
The anticipation burned in him even more at that thought, and he swallowed, trying to keep control of his elation.
Just around the corner, just around the corner.
Sneaking past the dormant pitfalls and broken booby-traps he'd disarmed on his previous visit, he vaulted up the ledge and rolled into the next room, stopping just before two stone coffins.
A soft moaning met his ears, and he leapt up, his face split in a huge grin. He'd found who he came for.
Tiptoeing over to the nearest one, he whispered softly in encouragement and greeting, and slowly the heavy lid slid back about an inch, as if in response, and two glowing orbs peering at him from the dark depths. The thing inside moaned again, although this time there was a sadder, colder note to it, something akin to melancholy. Idly flicking some dust from the stone lid, he murmured something excitedly, and the two orbs seemed to narrow in disbelief. Reaching into his bag, he gently retrieved something: and flat package, about the size of a plate, wrapped in a faded red rag. Waving it excitedly he began to unwind the rag, and a nervous groan escaped the coffin. Grinning even more, he whipped the rag off with a flourish, revealing the object it had been protecting: a dark, roughly carved wooden mask, with empty-looking eye and mouth holes as the only prominent features.
His hands shook as he lowered it into the gap, and he silently prayed to the goddesses his beloved would like it. The moaning had stopped, and the rank air seemed to buzz with silence. But Link didn't notice, he just stared intently into the darkness beneath the stone slab, a line appearing across his vision. Blinking, he swallowed nervously.
After what seemed hours, a brown, rotting hand snaked out of the gap, pushing at the lid. He hastened to help, and between them the stone lid slid back far enough for the creature to climb out. Kneeling up slowly, the Redead turned to face him, wooden mask strapped over its face. Link beamed at it and it let out a throaty moan, pleasure radiating off its shrunken body.
Slowly stretching its hand out, the Redead calmly grasped the front of Link's tunic, who gave struggle for a minute, not sure how to react to being permitted into such a private place, but he relented after some gentle persuasion and allowed the Redead to pull him inside its stone coffin. Bony hands found his hair, playing idly with the golden strands, as they lay back, the creature softly voicing its thanks. Now it had a mask again, it was protected from any stray sunlight, so they could venture outside this room, they could explore the dungeon, or just wander around without a care in the world. Joy burned in its decaying heart, and it let out what sounded like a series of short, irregular coughs. Turning to face it Link looked at it puzzled, but then realised what it was doing. Wrapping his arm around its lanky waist, he pulled it closer, snuggling up to its hollow chest, and it held on to him tightly in return as they both lay there in the middle of the deserted temple, laughing euphorically.