Well, as the summary says, this is a self-insert, and I realize that type of story isn't in many peoples interests, but they happen to be my favorite, so I wrote this, but if anyone doesn't like it because of the OC or anything related, please do not flame telling me so. I wrote this for fun, and I hope those who do like reading it enjoy it as I did writing it.

I do not own Zelda Ocarina of time or any the characters of the game, they belong to Shigeru Miyamoto('Cept for Lota, She's mine. :3). That will be the last time I say this, for I don't think I would need to repeat myself.

Prologue

I was sitting in my room that night, bored out of my mind. There was a storm outside and I had nothing to do.

Then, it came to me. My favorite game, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Instead of hanging from the edge of my bed collecting dust, why didn't I play that?I hadn't done so in a long while, so I might as well.

I dropped the rest of the way off my mattress and crawled over to my TV where the GameCube sat neglected underneath. I picked up the power cable and connected it to the nearest socket, and started up the game.

Once the start screen came up, I loaded my file, which I had appropriately named 'Link'. Had I named it as myself, would be weird. As the screen faded to black, then came back up, I noticed I had last left off at the Shadow Temple. Now I remember why I stopped playing it.

I didn't feel like doing it before because it freaks me out. I was doing good, handling all the dead things, and bloody scenery, until I got to this room where I had to collect some silver rupees. It wasn't the only place where collecting these ruppees was needed to get to the next room, but it was the one I hated most.

This one had Redeads in it.

Sure most people would shrug it off and say it's childish to be scared of them, but I wasn't that brave.

I shivered to myself, and lowered the volume. I hate their screams the most.

As I reached the first rupee I heard a rumble, thunder, outside and then the lightning stuck, making a flash of light shine in through my window. I jumped, the remote sailing from my hands and into the TV screen in reflex. I growled under my breath at the ways of nature, and picked the control back up.

Wrong time for it to strike, but hopefully, it would be the last time.

I was wrong. After a few more minutes, of aimless wandering for the rupees, and avoidance of redeads, another one struck, catching me off guard as much as the first one had. Only, this time the lights went out.

I instinctively dropped my control, startled by the sudden change in ambiance. I was really frightened of the dark as a child, though I was 13 and a half now... You can call it a phobia.

I quickly jumped up into my bed, and threw the covers over my head, hoping if I hid, and didn't look into the darkness of my room, that seemed so comfortable when lit, everything would be okay.

Then I heard static.

Followed, by a scream resembling that of a Redead.