AN: Hi! I had another Fanfic idea. I'm sorry, I have too many ideas… I CAN'T HELP IT! This'll be pretty bad to start with, but it'll get better! Promise!

So… Fun fact… Dying. It ah… It sucks. A lot. Especially if you don't even get to rest after it! Seriously! I died, and the next thing I knew, I was a bloody baby! And, I was born in a world of heroes and villains, but not a fun one. Nope! One where Villains outnumber heroes. A lot. Worm. I was reborn in freaking Worm… And that's not all… I wasn't a Canon Character or anything. Nope. I was non-canon… And my name… Ugh… Link. Link Faron…Yup. I was reborn as a Zelda Character. In Worm… And I'm mute… So… At least I can… Make the Link shouts? I guess…? Oh. And I'm in Brockton Bloody Bay!

Life sucked… For some reason, I had a terrible sense of direction, meaning I could end up from one side of the city to the other, when I was only trying to go to the bathroom… Luckily, slapping any kind of map in my hands seemed to fix that issue… And a compass was also helpful, but still… And guess what! Because of that, my Grades were terrible! So, I ended up in freaking Winslow… NNNNNGH!

"Mr Faron, could you please read this page out for the class?" The Teacher, luckily just a sub, asked me.

I shook my head, and started searching through my bag. I'd bought a notebook so I could respond easier…

"Mr Faron. Read. This. Page." The Sub demanded. I pulled out my notebook, and started writing something. The Sub ripped the notebook out of my hand, and read it out loud. "I can't speak? Of course you can. Just because you're shy doesn't mean you can't speak."

I groaned, and opened my mouth, making a random sound.

"Mr Faron, please, just read the page." The Sub asked, sounding annoyed.

I glared at my Classmates, begging for them to help me.

"Sir, he's being serious." Holy… Sophia defended me?! Sophia Hess Defended me?! Wow… I knew she was Bullying Taylor by this point but… Wow…

"Miss Hess, please don't lie. If he truly couldn't speak, Panacea would have healed him." The Sub said matter of factly. I began slamming my head into the desk as hard as I could. The Sub tried to stop me, grabbing my shoulders in an attempt to make me stop.

Now, fun fact that all my classmates and teachers know, I… HATE! Being touched. It makes me freak out, in a very violent way. So it came as no surprise to the Class when I grabbed the Teachers wrists, and threw him into a wall with a spin. Of course, the Sub didn't know this, and stormed out of the class to inform someone… I picked my Notebook off of the floor, turned to Sophia, and flipped the Notebook to a pre-written page.

[Thank you]

She looked away, seeming embarrassed almost. "Everyone knows you're mute. There's no reason for you to get in trouble for refusing to do something you're not able to do." She explained, glaring at the wall. I nodded, it sorta made sense I guess…

The Sub burst back into the room, even angrier than before. Uh oh… I flipped to another page.

[That's my cue!]

And jumped out the window, which was only on the first floor. Or, second Floor for Americans. Which I guess I am now… But eh. There were buildings nearby, so I'd just jumped to it. I waved to my class, who all waved back, even Sophia, and ran off to go relax until the next lesson.

"Mr Faron. You ran away again?" Uh oh… Apparently the Sub called in the PRT cause he thought I was a cape or something? That makes no sense but whatever… And why send Armsmaster?!

I pulled my notebook out, and wrote down a response. [Dumb Sub didn't think I was mute.]

He nodded, and then, walked me back to class… Never get to have any fun…

A few days later, I was walking around the city, just kinda bored… Maybe I could get a weapon to defend myself? Fists weren't exactly effective against guns and knives after all…

"Alright shithead, give us all your fucking cash!" God damnit… Knife against my neck…

I sighed, and pulled out my wallet… Oh. I didn't bring any money… I showed the Merchant thug my wallet, and he scowled. "You think this is a fucking joke? GIVE US THE CASH!" He screamed angrily.

This wasn't good… Before I could think, the Merchant pulled out a gun, and jammed it against my forehead… I was gonna die! I don't want-

[LOCATING]

[SEEKING]

[CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]

[DATA]

-To Die Again!

Wait… What the… I blinked, and found the Thugs all staring at me, in what seemed to be confusion.

"SHIT! HE'S A CAPE!" They ran quickly after that.. I blinked, looking around… Weird, I couldn't turn my head unless I moved? And… Was that a Stamina bar or something? As it ran out, there was a flash of light, and I found myself standing against the wall… Had I… Been in it?

[DATA]

Huh? Why did I know how to make an Ocarina? And… A sword? Oh! I'd Triggered! Huh. Wonder what my powers were…

Just an hour later, I was staring at a Brown Ocarina… Turns out we had lots of pottery equipment in the basement for some reason. But I doubt it was meant to go from a lump of random stuff, to THE FREAKING FAIRY OCARINA! I put the mouth piece to my lips, and blew into it… And somehow, I played Saria's song. Nice! Now… Let's get to the junkyard!

Okay. Junk is a good way to describe this… THERE'S NOTHING GOOD! UGH! Let's see… A broom Handle? Huh. Fairly good condition for a basic sword I guess… Um… I suppose I could take some metal from those pillars… But it wouldn't be very good… Good enough for now though!

"Gh!" Ow! Okay. Magical Forges that appear out of nowhere when I want to craft a Sword are very much painful to slam your fist into! I quickly whipped out the Ocarina, and played the Song of Healing, fixing my hand mostly. It was still sore, but the physical wounds were basically gone. Okay… Almost done… "Gah!" AGAIN?! GAH!