In his tower of darkness, under his veil of evil, the Master smirked.

"Come in." He beckoned. The doors slowly opened with creaking noises. In came a fearful servant, a mere pawn in the land of Hyrule. The servant lowered himself to the ground and bowed. The Master kept him like that for several minutes until he was satisfied, and then said,

"Raise your head." The servant, shaking, slowly looked upwards.

"Report your news." The Master ordered. "Link has… defeated.. Z-Z-Zant, milord." The servant stuttered out.

"What is this?! How can that be! How has he done it?" The Master demanded, fuming.

"Well… he defeated all the minions in the castle… then he used all of his weapons and hidden skills to defeat him."

"I knew there was something wrong with that boy… ever since he asked for dance lessons…" The Master muttered.

"Alright, you may take your leave." The master yelled in a booming voice. The servant quickly scampered away to do more trivial things… like breathing.

The master sighed. I need plotting music. He thought. He picked Sabre Dance by Beethoven from his mental music file. Ah yes, uplifting with a bit of haste. Perfect. He twiddled his thumbs and whistled a bit while thinking.

Suddenly an evil chuckle escaped his lips. That evil chuckle turned into full-blown deafening laughter. But it was evil laughter.

Under his hooded cape, Tingle smirked.

AN: Perhaps the crackiest (and shortest) fic. I've ever written. And to think, it was all inspired by cappuccino and Twilight Scribe's Tingle Tingle… Be afraid. Be very afraid.