On a calm summer day, it was the perfect day to go shopping. Zelda enjoyed the thrill of shopping when she went with someone else. Most of her friends were quite busy with other stuff, so it looked like she would have to go alone. Unless... unless she could get anyone to go.
"Are you CRAZY?!" screamed Roy. Zelda held several ads for sales in her arms, looking very excited.
"Come on! There's nothing bad about going--"
"I've been through this many times and let me tell you, it's a very painful experience," said Roy. He folded his arms and glared at her.
"Fine then. If you won't go with me, then I'll tell everyone all those embarrassing stories about you!" said Zelda. She had an evil smirk on her face.
After a few more minutes of protesting, Roy finally went with Zelda. They drove to a large mall that had countless stores. They barely arrived when Roy's worst fears became reality.
"Oooh! Look at that! That shirt looks so cute!" shrieked Zelda. She nearly yanked Roy's arm out of his socket as she dragged the helpless teen into the store.
They spent nearly half an hour trying on the latest fashions and purchasing nearly all of them. Actually, it was Zelda who did that, while Roy tried to hide from the shopohalic princess. He peeked out of the dressing room, searching for a new sanctuary. What luck! The food court was right across from the torture chamber known as the clothing store. He had to get there.
While Zelda was looking through some bathing suits, Roy took that opportunity to leave the trench and escape. Looking both ways, he sidled out of the dressing room. The teen dropped down onto his stomach and crawled through the racks of purses. Finally, he reached a counter.
Roy quickly got onto his feet and dusted himself off. Yes, no one saw me! I can be free now! he thought to himself. I'm free, free, FREE--
"Good afternoon, ma'am! May I interest you in some--" said the cheery perfume lady as she greeted Roy.
"What the?! Lady, I'm a guy!" shouted Roy. He stalked off, grumbling angrily "The lady needs her eyes checked. She must have mistaken me for Marth."
"Roy! Where are you?" called Zelda. She looked up and spotted the angry/embarrassed redhead teen.
"Oh no! I'm dead! Must. Get. Free!" Roy broke out into a run and headed to the exit. He knocked over a handful of shoppers and mannequins, but he didn't care.
Two minutes (hours to Roy) later, he reached a table at the food court. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed hysterically. I'm free from the wrath of Zelda! he thought happily to himself.
"Hey there! What are you doing?" asked Marth. He looked curiously at Roy, who was still sobbing.
"I've escaped from Zelda!" he cried out.
"Oh, I see," Marth replied. He looked across to the same store and his blue eyes lit up. "Oh my God! Let's go shopping! There's a lot of nice clothes!" he cried out happily.
"Please no... Not now..." Roy gasped. The color drained from his face and his eyes widened with horror.
"Come on! There's nothing bad about going shopping!" cried Marth. He pulled Roy's arm and dragged him back into the store.
"I hate both of you! You and Zelda are evil shopohalics!" screamed Roy as he got shoved into the dressing room with a pile of clothes.
"Are you CRAZY?!" screamed Roy. Zelda held several ads for sales in her arms, looking very excited.
"Come on! There's nothing bad about going--"
"I've been through this many times and let me tell you, it's a very painful experience," said Roy. He folded his arms and glared at her.
"Fine then. If you won't go with me, then I'll tell everyone all those embarrassing stories about you!" said Zelda. She had an evil smirk on her face.
After a few more minutes of protesting, Roy finally went with Zelda. They drove to a large mall that had countless stores. They barely arrived when Roy's worst fears became reality.
"Oooh! Look at that! That shirt looks so cute!" shrieked Zelda. She nearly yanked Roy's arm out of his socket as she dragged the helpless teen into the store.
They spent nearly half an hour trying on the latest fashions and purchasing nearly all of them. Actually, it was Zelda who did that, while Roy tried to hide from the shopohalic princess. He peeked out of the dressing room, searching for a new sanctuary. What luck! The food court was right across from the torture chamber known as the clothing store. He had to get there.
While Zelda was looking through some bathing suits, Roy took that opportunity to leave the trench and escape. Looking both ways, he sidled out of the dressing room. The teen dropped down onto his stomach and crawled through the racks of purses. Finally, he reached a counter.
Roy quickly got onto his feet and dusted himself off. Yes, no one saw me! I can be free now! he thought to himself. I'm free, free, FREE--
"Good afternoon, ma'am! May I interest you in some--" said the cheery perfume lady as she greeted Roy.
"What the?! Lady, I'm a guy!" shouted Roy. He stalked off, grumbling angrily "The lady needs her eyes checked. She must have mistaken me for Marth."
"Roy! Where are you?" called Zelda. She looked up and spotted the angry/embarrassed redhead teen.
"Oh no! I'm dead! Must. Get. Free!" Roy broke out into a run and headed to the exit. He knocked over a handful of shoppers and mannequins, but he didn't care.
Two minutes (hours to Roy) later, he reached a table at the food court. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed hysterically. I'm free from the wrath of Zelda! he thought happily to himself.
"Hey there! What are you doing?" asked Marth. He looked curiously at Roy, who was still sobbing.
"I've escaped from Zelda!" he cried out.
"Oh, I see," Marth replied. He looked across to the same store and his blue eyes lit up. "Oh my God! Let's go shopping! There's a lot of nice clothes!" he cried out happily.
"Please no... Not now..." Roy gasped. The color drained from his face and his eyes widened with horror.
"Come on! There's nothing bad about going shopping!" cried Marth. He pulled Roy's arm and dragged him back into the store.
"I hate both of you! You and Zelda are evil shopohalics!" screamed Roy as he got shoved into the dressing room with a pile of clothes.