A/N: So I've been playing way too much Majora's Mask 3D. It's really bad for my health; as freakin amazing as that game is (original and remake) I think the addiction is damaging to my mental state. So, I wrote this thing, and you may read it. Enjoy.

It's raining now. It's falling from the starry sky, silvery in the moonlight. The thin film of rainclouds manages to leave the moon unveiled. So long since I've felt drops of water beating softly against my head. But then, how long have I been here in this town? Clock Town, they call it. I don't know what to think of this place. I've learned that the residents are… interesting. They're all so naive, their speech either totally lacking sense or lyrically cryptic. I just can't seem to hold on to anything here. It's all shifting, shifting like the hands of the clock that I stand before.

I take a deep breath, preparing for the freezing cold whirling sensation that comes from putting on this mask, or any mask for that matter. The whole world goes dark, color flashes, and now I'm surrounded by them-

-and now I am a Deku Scrub.

It takes me a moment to regain my senses. The prior scene dissipates in moments, I've done this so many times. I adjust immediately to my shorter, woodier body, my knobby joints.

And now I'm off, I'm off to North Clock Town. The Great Fairy always seems to like me as a Deku Scrub, and Tingle too.

But the second I reach the grassier part of Clock Town, I remember that I need to stop by the Trading Post, and the shopkeepers don't like me like this…

So I remove the mask, the whirlwind sensation leaving me dizzy for a moment, and then nothing. But whenever I remove a mask, the creature that I was while having it on clings to me for long afterwards. I am myself again, but my legs still feel wooden, and my joints creak like an old man's (or an old tree's). It's become a temporary part of me.

Off to West Clock Town- oh dear, where is the entrance, I'm always getting turned around in this colorful, odd place.

There!

The door to the Trading Post is unlocked, so I enter immediately. I've always found this place rather intriguing, like much of Clock Town, but the Trading Post has always had a unique charm to me.

I'm not sure how much later it is when I leave the Trading Post, legs feeling less wooden, joints feeling less creaky.

Tatl flits around my head, a small glowing dot among the slowing raindrops. She has something to say to me, and I know it's something I don't want to hear. She seems earnest, and I do not listen when she speaks to me. I run towards South Clock Town right away.

Can that really be the moon? It looms closer and closer to the earth, periodic rumblings jarring the soul of the planet. It looks like something from my childhood nightmares… no. I have no more memories. There is only now. Indeed, it is the moon, glaring with red eyes and gritting massive teeth. People are gathering to watch its descent. Fireworks go off, and everyone claps and cheers as if for a ballet. This is their entertainment. How could they be so naive?

Am I the only one with any concerns at all?

The moon comes closer and closer. Tatl is bumping against my temple over and over, trying to get my attention. I won't listen. There is nothing I can do to stop it this time. These people need to see what they're doing to themselves.

The moon collides with the Clock Tower.

Everything goes bright for a moment, so bright I fear I've gone blind, and then…

Silence.

A/N: I literally have no idea what that was. It was dumb. You can go read something else now, and I'm sorry. Go cry in the corner if you have to. Here's some ice cream to make you feel better after that suckiness. Goodbye.