Yeah that was quick, wasn't it?
P.S. Apapa155 and Evan would like it known: Evan does not actually eat things like Pikmin, Oddishes, Deku Scrubs, or any other Demi-Plant things.
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTES AT THE END WHEN FINISHED
Today was an average day. I walked around my forest blowing my favorite song on my horn that my mother taught me. I loved my family song. I played it everyday! Even for strangers! I blew a magic note into my horn and my puppets assembled themselves next to me. We began dancing and I ran all around my forest, swinging my lantern as I went. I loved my forest.
Then, while I was dancing, I accidentally tripped in front of a special door hidden in the trees. My puppets suddenly disappeared as I lifted my head up.
Now, people say my smile is one of my most defining features. They say I'm always smiling, even when I slam my finger in the door. I hardly ever lose my smile, but when I looked at where I was at, my smile vanished. This was the door. This door, I was never even allowed to show to strangers. Normally I showed strangers all around my forest, even to the legendary Master Sword's door! This was a forbidden door, that had been made very clear.
Back a long time ago, before everyone left the forest, the older, more serious kids talked about "The Mask". I never got the big deal about it, but whenever someone brought it up, no one smiled for a few hours.
I guess this statement holds true, even for me as my so called "spray-painted-on-smile" melted off my face and revealed a dumbfounded grimace.
Everything was silent as I stood up and stared at the door. This was where "The Mask" was held... or as someone else had called it... "Majora's Mask".
"OUGH!!!" I shouted, I had no idea what was going on, but I knew I was being pinned against the wall by someone's hand. I shook my head and my eyes found their way to a Gerudo man who's description I recognized to be Ganondorf.
"Ganondorf". I coughed.
"Hey there, Moon Kid, where's my mask?" smiled Ganondorf.
My head replayed all the memories I had concerning a mask, "Oh yeah, that mask, Majora's? I think it was?" I asked.
Ganondorf was surprised by my cooperation "Oh... uh, yeah, that's the one..., could you...um, give it... to me... please?" he wasn't too sure what to do as he lowered me to the ground. I sat down. "Yep, it's right behind this door here, even the sound of my horn can't open it, you just try and- ACK!"
"AAAOAAAAAAAH!!!!" shouted Ganondorf releasing as he released a strange dark energy from his hand which I had to duck to avoid.
The door crumbled revealing a strange twilit forest chamber. Ganondorf immediately walked in while I followed curiously. He walked over to a stone trap door, lifted it up to reveal a dark sanctuary. I spied on him from the outside. He picked up a mask, chuckled, then at the snap of his fingers, the mask disappeared. He walked out and straight past me as if that were the end of that, but I blew a magic note into my horn that caused my puppets to block Ganondorf in.
I cackled and laughed "If you think that you can just waltz in here and make off with my property without a little game, then you surely got problems!"
"I don't think so"
"What?"
"AAAOAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Then, I blacked out, but y'know, I hated that mask anyway. I hope it wasn't dangerous or anything though.
Not much to say except that Skull Kid doesn't really care for anything other than dancing and playing his horn, I wrote this chapter in pretty much just one day
WAAAAH!!! Almost forgot! Had a little chat with MahNati and it turns out we've both been noticing a certain... trend in the later reviews...
Look guys, let me summarize this story for you again. ~~ Young People from the Real/Other Random World come to Smash Mansion to Train Under Smashers, learning how to fight like Smashers, as well as learning valuable life lessons from them, kind of making the Smashers like second parents. The point of this was to send in ONE OC that followed these instructions, not lazed about the Mansion, having no personality changes, physical changes, or even fighting style changes. That was the whole inspiration for this story and it seems like you're only into this because I'm writing about something you, yourself, are too lazy to do. The recent anonymous reviews are WAY too similar and a little bit monotoned and predictable, so I will not accept any of the previous anonymous reviews with a few exceptions. Ugh, gotta go, My lil' step bro is snoring now and I can't concentrate that great.
Sorry for being a grouch, but please don't take advantage of stories that allow you to submit your own character into a story, it's kinda rude, you know.
