Link has felt a sense of dread slowly creep up on him as he traverses through the Water Temple, but he couldn't quite understand why. Now he understands. He's standing in a seemingly endless room. It has a thick mist above the water that reaches up to his knees. There's a large tree up ahead, dead in appearance. The room has a sour smell. It feels like every negative feeling he's ever bottled up inside is pouring out of him, becoming something...
He walks on, passing the tree. He hears a small splash and turns around. It's... him. But not him. It, for it can only be described as an it, is inhuman. It's monochrome. It looks devillish, it looks angry and sad and every other bad emotion you could imagine. It looks lonely. They make eye contact. They say the eyes are a window to the soul, but this creature's eyes have the curtains closed. Link can't see a thing in there, no sign of life. It is simply existing.
Link notices it's been mimicking his every move. It's unnerving. If his moves are copied, how could he possibly win if it feels like fighting? Is it his shadow?
No, it can't be, because it's now swiftly walking towards him. Link backs away until his back slams into the tree. The shadow doesn't stop until it's so close, he can feel its breath - so it's alive. It's ice cold. The shadow grins, opens its mouth, and says
"Hiii Link! It's me, your SHADOW! Wow, I didn't know I was so HOT," he screeches. It's almost as if he's an inaccurate portrayal that preteens come up with for a dark character.
"...Uh-" Link starts to say, but the shadow silences him... with a kiss.
"EW," Link says - or, at least, attempts to say.
"Shut up, you filthy slut," the shadow says playfully. Wow, now it's like he's a hypersexual inaccurate portrayal. Weird.
"Dude, holy shit, fuck off," Link says with a grimace. Why can't he be covered in bitches that weren't himself?
"But baaabe. I totally want you. My life is so dark, you're like the stars to my night sky. It's so empty without you, yada yada, I'm just pulling this out of my ass because I can't just be mean and obsessed, I have to be romantic too," the shadow says. Christ, will he ever shut up?
Yeah, he will, because as he drones on and on, Link picks up his sword and impales him.
He mutters a weak "The best death is a death at your hands..." before he dies. Link rolls his eyes and leaves the room, ready to spend another ten hours roaming around this hellhole of a dungeon.
