Disclaimer: You know the answer.

Hylian Lemon: You may notice a bit of spelling differences throughout the story. If you see any British-y words in there, it's probably Kaz.

Forest Girl Kaz: Or, if you see any American spellings it's probably Lemon.

HL: Now, we got the idea from this story when I was poking fun at Kaz as usual. I made up an irregular situation and suggested she add it to one of her serious stories.

FGK: Of course, we had a laugh then flipped the idea to the side. But now, here we are actually writing about it.

HL: Obviously, it was my idea to actually write it. So, you'd better enjoy.

FGK: Uh yes, he means my idea to write it but let's let him have his moment in the spotlight.

HL: Yay. eats hair

Zeldalonjora

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Zelda peeked over the top of the crates she was hiding behind. The mask shop should be closing any time now. It was dark, and market was basically empty. Still, she couldn't risk being seen. Anybody could be watching from the windows above. Something whimpered behind her and she nearly jumped from her Sheik costume. Just a stupid dog. Did those things have to roam around the streets at night?

The Happy Mask Man was in fact very evil. Just a few days ago, he had given the royal family a Redead mask as a gift, and wouldn't you know it, her father had been transformed into one of the monsters right then and there. They needed something to help change him back to his normal self, since nobody wanted to get near him in his current state, and he didn't seem to want to take the mask off.

Well, Zelda wouldn't have it. That mask guy must have been planning to take over the castle while the king was like this. After all, he had all those powerful masks. Who knew what kind of things he could turn into? She would get rid of him before he could do anything about it. Afterwards, maybe she could find a mask that would protect her from Redeads; then she could get close enough to her father to try to take his mask off.

The light in the mask shop went out, dimming the courtyard even more. A creaking sound echoed through the streets as the Happy Mask Man opened the door. Zelda ducked behind the crate again, tossing the dog into an alley to distract the man. Stupid thing could have given away her location.

"Oh, what a cute little dog!" Giggled somebody in the alley. The Happy Mask Man looked around a bit, smiling grandly, and then his eyes instantly narrowed, zeroing in on the crates Zelda was hiding behind. She watched him from the shadows through a crack between boxes, desperately hoping he wouldn't see her. But she knew he could. He was some sort of supernatural being.

"Zelda, what are you doing out here? And in that stupid disguise, too?" Asked a cute, high-pitched, innocent voice. Zelda spun around with flaming eyes to see Malon standing at the entrance to an alley, holding the puppy Zelda had thrown away. She looked like she had been living on the streets for a while. Maybe she had been kicked out of the ranch for singing too much.

"Shut up!" Zelda yelled. "I'm trying to kill the mask man!"

"Nooo!" Malon screamed, dropping the dog to the ground.

"Is something wrong?" Asked the Happy Mask Man. He was standing right on the other side of the crates.

"Happy Mask Man!" Malon gasped, her mouth frozen open in a gaping smile. It took her a few seconds to break out of her stupor and remember what was about to happen. "Uhh...Zelda's going to kill you!" There was silence. A few crickets chirped.

"Isn't that what you said?" Malon whispered to Zelda. Zelda nodded in reply.

"Yeah, that's ri-" Malon turned back to face the man only to see a mangled, bloody corpse on the ground. The dog was sitting next to it, licking its lips. "Well, I guess that's taken care of. Now let's see what he had on him."

She didn't notice the dark, heart-shaped mask float up from the bag that used to be on the Happy Mask Man's back. Zelda, however, did. Her face was drained of blood, and she pointed a shaky finger to show Malon.

"Those eyes...those horrible yellow eyes..." Zelda whimpered, trying to look away but not able to.

"Eeeeeee a heart!" Malon screeched, grinning. "Huggy!"

"Noooo don't touch it!" Zelda screamed, leaping after Malon. Majora's Mask, not knowing where to turn when two teenage girls jumped at it, quickly tried to duck out of the way, but in vain. Zelda, Malon, and Majora's Mask all collided in a brilliant explosion, evaporating the dog and what was left of the Happy Mask Man.

Soon the remains of the explosion died away; a tuft of white fur was left from where the poor dog had sat, while a purple coat lay tattered nearby. Only one figure remained. It slowly rose from the ashes, yellow eyes gleaming with delight. If anyone had been in the streets right then, they would have surely screamed in terror, or...no, they would have definitely screamed in terror.

The figure's clothes were quite unusual. The right half appeared to be wearing Zelda's Sheik disguise, while the other half was wearing a simple dirty farm dress. The head was heart shaped, the face was Majora's Mask. Zelda and Malon had been possessed. The eerie voice of Majora cackled above the girls' own screaming voices.

"Now is my chance to take over this wretched kingdom; firstly, to steal all of the masks and use them to my advantage! Come along ladies, to the mask bag!"

"No! This is stupid!" Malon's voice yelled out from within the mask. Her side of the body started to pull them in the other direction.

"Oh hush up farm girl, I came here for the masks, may as well get them!" Zelda's leg pulled them the other way. The scene looked rather odd, one visible person, one leg trying to walk one way, as the other wanted to go the other. Majora was getting bored.

"I said, to the mask bag!" Its power overwhelmed them, flinging their body at the bag, it started digging through it, tossing out all of the masks. "Let's see here, Rabbit, Frog, Octorok, Frying pan, Car seat, Britney Spears. Yes, yes, all of these masks and more will be fine! Bring every one along." Forcing the girls to move, they headed merrily up to the castle. "The castle shall fall first!" Majora hissed.

"What?" Zelda shrieked, "this wasn't part of my plan."

"We aren't here to carry out your dumb plan." Malon smirked. Well, she would have if she could've.

"Yes, we're here to carry out my dumb plan!" Majora laughed, then stopped when it realised what it had called its own plan. "Um anyway, onwards!"

Entering the castle, they silently moved along the corridors. Suddenly, Impa came out of her room wearing a fetching pink dressing gown with matching pink sparkly slippers. Rubbing her eyes, she stared at the figure before her.

"Impa!" Zelda's voice called out.

"Zelda? What silly game are you playing now?" The Shadow Sage folded her arms impatiently.

"You've got to warn Father!" Zelda was doing her best to hold Majora back from attacking.

"Sorry, he's currently out on his nightly neck sucking."

No more could be said. Majora took out a strange looking mask; a picture of a bicycle was engraved on the front. "Now for some transport." It lunged towards Impa, slapping the mask on her face. She screamed as her body transformed. Taking a step back, Majora chuckled. Zelda attempted to slap the mask but only felt the pain herself. Impa was now a bicycle.

Leaping on it, Majora forced them to peddle.

"We have to harness this power for ourselves." Zelda thought quietly, "if we can, who knows what amazing things we could do in Hyrule."

"Like what?" Malon was curious now.

"Like taking out some inconveniences." The princess snickered wildly. "We will become Zeldalonjora!"

Will Majora take control of the castle? Or will Zelda and Malon be able to take over the powers of the mask?