Italics = Past
Bold = Minish Cap's voice
'In apostrophes' = other character thoughts (character will be specified)
Underlined = location of section
Intro by Author: Welcome to my first Vaati fanfic! Before I start the story, I'd like to mention how this whole freaking idea came about. Back before I beat the game for the first time, I was somehow under the impression that Vaati was good, and that it was the cap that was evil. That idea vanished as soon as I took him on for the first time, but maybe I can revive it again. Now, without further ado, Minish Cap through Vaati's eyes...
Minish Demon
The cap itself was a true work of art; full of magic the instant Master Ezlo finished it. It spoke to me, of its own accord, telling me to take it, to put it on. I can give you your dreams, Vaati, you only need ask… Put me on, and your wishes will be granted…Finally, after weeks of listening to that haunting, enchanting voice, I succumbed to the temptation. Immediately, I regretted my folly. Ahahahaha! Free at last! Free to do as I please! A body of my own, all mine… 'What? What are you doing?! Stop it, leave me alone!' I cried, but to no avail. My voice no longer made any sound, my body no longer responded to my commands.
'Stop! Get out! Go away, demon! I did not invite you!' I shrieked at the voice of the accursed Cap. On the contrary, dear Vaati, you invited me in to do as I pleased the instant you touched my prison, the thing you call the "Minish Cap." Now, if you would stop that incessant racket, I'd like to see just what this body is capable of… Ah, my first test subject approaches. 'What do you mean?' At that point, my Master Ezlo entered the room, finding me standing there with the demon's cap on my head. "Vaati! Stop! Remove the Cap!" he cried to me, or, more accurately, the demon I had become. 'No, Master! Run away!' I screamed silently, hoping he's hear me. Oh, shut up. I can't think with your pitiful thoughts racing around in my head. At this, I shouted louder still, hoping to distract the Cap Demon long enough for Master to escape. ENOUGH. The demon spoke only one word, but the damage was done. Master Ezlo's form faded, transforming into a ridiculous parody, a bird-head-ended, emerald cap. My own mind was chained within the demon's, bound within the dreamscape, the nightmare-like room of that fiend's soul. Heh heh heh, enjoy your stay, little Sorcerer…all went black and I knew no more.