Master Hand was experiencing conflicting emotions. He had succeeded in getting the man in the trench coat, who later introduced himself only as "the Kusagari" (some residents had taken to calling him "K"). But on the other hand – no pun intended – three days had passed and there was still a massive fissure outside the mansion.
No one knew what to do with it, and the reason it appeared remained a mystery. It showed no size of expanding, thankfully, but it remained a nuisance nonetheless.
Looking out the window in the top floor, Master Hand gazed down at the fissure once again.
This time, however, someone was walking out.
Owen leaned heavily on his shovel; he was exhausted.
He was so tired that he didn't even notice where he was. More accurately, he didn't notice where he wasn't. It had been another long day of dungeon digging, made even more difficult because Kate was feeling under the weather and couldn't help defeat the monsters that had moved in. All he wanted to do was go home, get something in his stomach, and get some rest.
"Uh, buddy, I don't think we're in South Arc anymore," said a voice from around Owen's feet, and though there was no one around, he paid it no mind.
"Huh?" he said after a while. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up at the mansion in front of him. "Any ideas where we might be?" He asked, looking at the blade of his shovel.
"I'm as lost as you are," came the reply of his magic talking shovel. Owen had found him a few years ago, and after spending some time digging dungeons for monsters to call home, he was used to the wise cracking inanimate object.
"Stand down, child."
Looking up, the sixteen year old found himself looking at Link, as well as his raised sword.
"Hey, I didn't come for trouble," Owen replied, raising his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender.
"Well tough luck, kid, you found some."
Walking up behind Link was Solid Snake, and Owen was honestly intimidated by the sight. "I was busy digging when I came across this hole. I decided to see where it led to."
"So it was you who caused this sinkhole?" Link asked.
"As I said, it was there when I got here."
"Just who are you, kid?" Snake inquired.
"I'm Owen, I'm a dungeon digger. I honestly -"
"Can you fill dungeons back up?" Link interrupted; lowering his sword, much to Owen's relief.
"Uhh, yeah, I guess."
Snake, catching onto what Link had in mind, pushed on. "Can you fill up this hole?"
"I should be able to," Owen said, looking at the gaping cavern and scratching his head. "Might take a few days."
"Days?" Link said in disbelief.
"Listen, fairy boy, you can't just BE a dungeon digger. You need the right equipment," came the reply of Owen's shovel.
"Holy crap, the thing talks!" yelled Snake.
Link, however, was much more used to this kind of thing, and only nodded slowly.
"Back to business," Owen said. "Do you want ti filled from the bottom up, or just a couple of layers of ground? Should I prioritize covering the surface or getting some deeper foundation?"
"You might want to talk with the hand honcho about that," replied Snake.
"Don't you mean head honcho?" Owen said, confused.
"Come and get an introduction," was all Link responded with.