Okay, someone else decided to become a customer. JH897, who's the bigger fool, the fool who writes the story, or the fool who doesn't like it but reads the whole damn thing anyway? You obviously have too much time on your hands. Don't take it out on me that you don't have a life. You know, I don't get why people flame my story. Are there really that many people that want to be jackasses? Or are people just trying to hurt my feelings? Well guess what, I don't really give a f*** if you don't like my story. I don't have feelings to hurt so there's no point in trying.
AN: I know this is really really really short but I just wanted everyone to know that I'm still writing. I've just got a really bad case of writer's block that I can't shake.
We continued to walk down the hall. I stopped because of the thought pounding in my conscience that there was some sort of hidden enemy. That was when it hit me.
"Link, stop. There's a..."
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
"...Skulltula."
He flew into the wall and the creature stopped spinning. I sighed and hesitantly stabbed it in the back. Link shook his head as he got up.
"Dammit, I hate those things."
"Yeah. Be careful, there's more."
"You knew it was there?"
"Well, I remembered just as it landed on you."
"Yeah, sure. You're just trying to get me killed."
"If I wanted you dead then you would've been a llllooonnngg time ago."
He didn't answer, he just walked on. But I was almost certain I could hear him mutter, "Annoying bitch."