My friends were there for me... yet they couldn't do a thing about that bully. I made sure that the crowd walked away before hopping down from the house.

" Skull Kid... we're sorry we couldn't do anything," muttered the south giant.

" It's okay... its not your fault," I insist.

" Still, I wish we could have done something but we can't we have to keep up our roles," said the north giant.

" So this is why you had to leave before," I say.

" Yeah. We're sorry for all the secrecy," muttered the north giant.

" So, now that you guys look different, do I call you by anything different," I ask. I was confused which of my friends where which.

" Right. We've taken the names from the places we visit most often. I'm Snowhead," he said.

" I'm Ikana."

" My name's Great Bay."

" And I'm Southern Swamp!"

I kind of chuckled. These were some strange nicknames.

" So what do you do during the festival," I ask.

" These people normally fawn over Groosley and dance. That's it. These people need something better to do. This thing lasts three days," exclaimed Southern Swamp.

" Why is that guys so liked? It seems like he just insults the people in his town and brags on himself," I note. I think they feel the same way.

" He has all the money in the town. He's not afraid to show it off. He does go to charities and such which boosts his image. They don't see the real him," Ikana muttered.

" I guess I'll just talk for three days then. So... what do people who visit the town think of him," I ask. I saw the way he walked. He walked like he owned the place and that it was his way or no way.

" Well, they see him. I always noticed confused looks on their faces once they come. The proud gorons wouldn't stand that behavior in their village. They look at him and scoff. The zoras are less caring though. They are there to perform. Although, sometimes Groosley thinks it's his time to shine. He loves to get on the stage and sing," Snowhead remembers. He then shudders. " He's a horrible singer," he muttered.

" The zoras hate it when he does that. They came to perform and have fun but he ruined the instruments by kicking them off the stage, and they have their eardrums ruined from his loud and obnoxious singing," explained Great Bay.

I scan the crowd for any foreign people. I had no clue what a goron or a zora was. All I saw in the crowd were normal looking people.

" Yeah. This year, none of the gorons, zoras, or deku people came. They didn't want to see the mayor," explained Ikana. He probably noticed me trying to look for these new people.

" But I thought I saw strange looking people when I entered," I say. I recalled seeing a giant man made of rocks.

" They came to do some trading," explained Snowhead.

I looked back at the crowd. I saw the familiar red pompadour. He was in the middle of town. Everyone was crowding him. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying but I somehow knew that they were praising him. I saw Groosley look up at me and the Giants. He scowled.

" Look at him! He's lurking up there! He's just waiting for us to sleep. Next thing you know, he'll kill us! Yet Groosley didn't send him out! Send him away Groosley," called a man from the crowd.

Groosley smirked.

" Yeah! No imps allowed," yelled a woman.

The crowd started chanting, " No imps!"

Me and my friends looked nervous.

" Come on, you gave him three days," said Southern Swamp.

Groosley frowned. The crowd chanted that I left, but he would be breaking an oath. What would the town think of him.

" Forget about the promise! Send him away," called a woman.

" Yeah," yelled the crowd.

Groosley smiled at the crowd. They gave him all he wanted to hear. " You guys don't like him. I know that. While the Giants are right in the fact that I gave him three days, I'm going to chase him out now. The Giants can't even follow him either. They have to stay in the town until the end of the festival like always! So Skull Kid, I'd start running if I were you," warned Groosely. His voice was threatening.

" Do you hate him that much," asked Ikana.

" Yes," called everyone from the crowd.

" He made our leader look like a fool," yelled a man.

" He's taken you guys away from him," yelled a little boy.

" He's costing me money," yelled a large woman. The girl beside her took me in. She looked to the ground. She didn't say anything.

" You have it. Now there are two options. The first one is that you leave and never come back! The last option is the one where we destroy the monster. Pick one." Groosley's voice was filled with venom.

" I-I I'll leave," I mutter.

I jump down. People glare at me as I walk past. The three days I thought I had, became even less of one. As I walked past a group of people, a little boy with black hair and a keaton mask ran over and kicked me in the shin. I grabbed my leg and groaned in pain. I fell to the ground.

" Ow!"

He removed the mask from his face and taunted me.

I rose back to my feet shakily. I was terrified. I shambled out out of town with both the skull mask, and a new grudge.


Thank you for all the support that you guys are giving! Even if it's just reading it, I love that! I thought before that this wasn't a very good story. I thought that since nobody used to review that I wasn't doing so well. Thank you guys so much! By the way, time does flow differently. This takes place a couple of decades before he gets the mask.