Fyras14: Some random one-shot about the Deku Butler's son, that according to theories is actually the form Deku Link takes after. This, in a fan sort of way, explains how he died at the hands at the skull kid...This one-shot in no way relates to my other story, Deku's Mask, who also talks about the Deku Butler's son...
Other than, i hope you enjoy this random one-shot.
Please read and review, or criticize, whichever comes first.
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Made of Wood
How had it come to this? Even he didn't know.
It had just been a simple errand given to him by his father, just a simple errand. All went downhill when he met that strange boy wearing a mask on the way to town through the woods. This strange boy had asked him to play, but he had done his best to be polite and excuse himself, only to make the boy angry. "If you don't play with me, you'll regret it!" He had warned the Deku Scrub. The Deku just shrugged it off, and said as politely as he could, that he was busy. That had been the worst thing he would have ever done in his short life.
The strange boy had followed the Deku Scrub deeper into the woods, threatening him. This had caused the Deku to run away, already scared by the strange behavior of the wearing mask child. Before he could make it out of the woods, however, the masked child was floating before him, looking at him through the eyes of the horrible horned mask that he wore. "You are the worst!" he told him. "You made me look all over for you!! That was so mean of you, and now, I'll make sure that you stop moving for good!!" Before the Deku Scrub knew what was happening, he felt his whole body turn stiff. His wooden hands slowly entered his body, causing him to cry in pain. His feet buried themselves to the ground, as his whole appearance changed. As this changes went upon him, he stared back at the masked child, who only laughed at his predicament. "Serves you right for not playing with me!!"
Tears of regret soon began to fall from his red eyes. One tear, two tears, until, nothing fell. The Deku Scrub, or whatever remained of him, was nothing but a tree, hardened and old. Slowly, the Deku could feel his life leaving him, he could feel something dragging him away from his body, something powerful and evil. Pain engulfed him once more, as he felt the evil inside of him, and soon, what stood before the masked child was nothing more than a decomposing tree, trying in vain to share its sadness with the world.