Welcome to a Zelda self insert. I'm currently editing the first few chapters at the moment in preparation for the 'official beginning' and as it's my first ever POV and Zelda story, i have re read and re read again and pointed out quite a few areas i could improve so here we go with the warnings;

This fiction will eventually be changed in rating to M due to adult content such as language violence and naughty jokes and awkward situations ect. Each chapter will be given a content rating with a warning (if necessary) It is currently under T as no real scenes are what i deem as inappropriate for T ratings.

I have been asked if there will be any romance... I really don't know, as the character developments and interactions occur i will leave you, the readers, to decide any romantic pairings that might happen.

This story from after chapter one is POV (point of view) So if that's not your thing then i don't recommend this story. Of course being a Self insert there is an OC.

Chapter rating T; (no warnings) Edited

Chapter one/Intro; You really can get too immersed in a game.

Eve Thomas sat strumming her fingers on the arm of her sofa. The weekend had struck over another wave of boredom, rain poured down the windowpane and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Her mind wondered over her options, she could go to the pub...yet it was a little early for her to be drinking, given it was only ten thirty on a saturday morning, or, she could play Skyrim on her xbox, but then again the charm of the game had gone clean away making her dreary while playing it.

With a sigh she stood and ran a hand through her dark brown medium length hair scanning her green hued hazel eyes across the room. Damn she needed to clean the place, but to hell with that, weekends meant no work and a time to recover from her job in the old persons home she slaved at for a minimum wage during the week. She walked into the kitchen dragging her feet along the sleek surface of the kitchen floor then turned on her kettle preparing to make herself another morning brew when an idea struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Zelda.

Oh hell yeah, that's what a time like this called for, a proper classic that never got tiring no matter how much you played.

As the kettle continued to boil she made her way to her distressed looking bedroom within the small apartment and opened up her wardrobe looking over the top shelf that lay above the ready hung clothing. And there it was, an old nintendo 64 she had brought several months back on ebay, perfect. She reached up and pulled it down wiping over the accumulated dust layer that made its black surface appear slightly matted grey. Throwing it onto the bed along with a bulky three handle controller she reached up to find a few game cartridges that she had bought along with it.

Zelda ocarina of time, Majoras mask, Super smash bros...the choice would be a hard one but she fancied a dabble on Zelda, question was, which one?

Holding the thick gold cartridge in one hand and a grey one in the other she looked at each trying to decide which one she should play, her memory pulled her into a flashback of the past involving; her, the water temple, a collective amount of swearwords, hours of game play thoroughly lost in the many levels of the temple and finally, a broken nintendo64.

Shaking her head as if to banish the dark memory away to the deep recesses of her mind she placed the grey cartridge back into the wardrobe and reentered the lounge soon beginning the setting up her nintendo in with an excited and rather childish smile of anticipation. It had been a while since she had played Zelda but she remembered the game well.

Finally content that the nintendo was set up and ready she turned it on and made her way to the kitchen to finish making her drink. With an undignafied thump she sat back onto the sofa with a steaming mug in hand and removed the controller from the floor watching the screen as a large multi coloured pointed mask got closer and closer. Pressing the start button she started a new game, never one to change Links name she kept it as that and sat and watched in bliss as she sipped her tea watching the beginning cut scene play out.

Damn the graphics were crap back then but the games sure as hell were better she thought as a forest skull kid molested a unconscious young Link on the floor stealing his ocarina.

"Ohhh yeah, here we go." She sat forward placing her mug on the floor as she began to control the blonde young kokiri to chase after the mask wearing thief flipping through the air jumping from over sized tree stump to another.

She let out a rather sadistic chuckle as Link fell down into blackness surrounded by wierd colourful faces, suddenly the game froze up leaving the twenty year old woman to stare at the TV in morbid horror.

"No no no, don't you dare freeze up on me!" She stood and knelt beside her console ready to turn it off and remove the cartridge to blow the bottom. She really should have thought about doing that first before she tried playing the thing.

Her hand hovered ready over the off switch but it stayed put as she heard a familiar and unsettling laugh.

That mask sellers laugh, that damn creepy laugh that would scare most small children into checking under their beds at night and bedwetting. She looked up at the screen wondering if the game had returned to normal. Much to her relief the multi coloured faces were indeed moving as they should be, but the eery laugh echoed through the TV at her once more. Her brows knitted in confusion, she didn't remember that...and the falling scene didn't play for this long...did it?

Her confusion took a turn swiftly over to fear as one of the faces shot out of the screen almost hitting her square in the face. She ducked suddenly as more faces threw themselves out of the screen and disappearing when they made contact with any solid surface in a puff of smoke.

In nothing but sheer panic she decided to turn the game off. Reaching out her hand while continuing to duck and dodge the many faces escaping the television she soon found her hand being held only a few inches from the dusty consoles buttons.

Her eyes widened and watered in fear as a black shadow arm reached through the TV and held her hand in place preventing her from stopping what was happening around her. Her other hand automatically reached out for the off switch but again was stopped by another shadow arm and hand. A small trembling whimper left her lips at the loss of what to do. The shadow creature had both her arms in a painfully tight grip and she was at it's complete mercy.

"Shit!Shit!Shit!" She cried out as the arms began to pull her closer and closer to the screen.

Within seconds her forced hands began disappearing into the black rippling screen, her hands felt like they were being plunged into a deep bucket of frozen ice as they became lost into the black waters that once had been her television. Within seconds she found her self elbow deep and unable to even attempt at struggling, least of course she wished to twist her arms into dislocating.

Her final primalistic scream to the empty apartment was the last sound she could make, and the last sound she would make within the world she called home.

With one sudden tug her whole body was violently pulled into the screen.

The room suddenly became filled with silence as the once rippling screen became solid glass and the golden cartridge that was inserted began to fade and disappear as if it had never been.

And that ladies and gents is the intro, i hope you have enjoyed the very start of the story and click on the 'Next' button to continue through it. My apologies if you have already read this before editing, i just haven't done a good enough job in my eyes and need to revise this story a little. ( I may have gotten a little excited with the idea of writing a SI and rushed abit*cough* Sorry about that) Chapter 5 is in the works.