CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There's an old saying. "A little hair of the dog that bit you". Simple enough to understand: what made you ill will fix you right back up.
Yet in the world of Pokémon, the reverse was true, and this was what Mewtwo and the Legendaries feared. They had used human children from the "Real World" to create the paradise they inhabited, and at one point, yes, it had worked to their advantage. The "hair from the dog that bit them", humans like the ones that they felt had taken advantage of their kind had created everything they could have wished for. Yet now the tables were turned. Now a human from the real world had the power to destroy all of that.
They couldn't let that happen.
"Please, understand." Mewtwo said softly, spreading his arms out. "It's necessary to ensure this world's survival. I can't let you leave here unharmed."
"Did you miss that performance of us kicking your ass?" White said, holding up his fists, bouncing back and forth on his feet as he growled darkly. "Because we're more than happy to do an encore!"
"Unfortunately I can't let you do that." Lugia said, rising up high, his dark eyes glittering as he held his enormous wing/hands forth, balls of energy swirling around the open palms as he leveled them at our heroes.
"We spared your LIFE!" Erin shouted furiously.
"I'm grateful." Lugia said softly. "But I can't let you go after Mr. Grey, nor tell the Pokémon world of the truth. All of you are to be taken to a correctional facility."
"You mean a "prison". Don't beat around the bush. It disgusts me." Lucario growled.
"You don't understand." Another voice said quietly, as they felt the powerful presence of a new Pokémon entering the scene. Slowly descending from the sky like a cute, pink cat that God was giving as a Christmas gift to the world, Mew hovered down to the ground, her paws delicately touching down atop the roof. "Even if you bear our world no ill will, your attempt to tell the citizens of our home world the truth about how all this was made would create a crisis."
"No matter WHAT happened in the past, people NEED to know what happened." Samus suddenly announced, arms folded, standing up proudly as she took of her helmet, her hair billowing out behind her as if she was standing behind some noble, golden flag. "We might not have to like what happened, but to DENY what happened...that isn't right."
"Yeah, it's as dangerous as denying a genocide like the Holocaust occurred, or denying slavery of a people, or denying the advances that a teacher made on you when you were in high school. It might hurt to talk about the past, but you can't just cover it up! It's dishonest." Erin agreed.
"...you didn't actually-" Kirby asked, scratching his head.
"No, no, my teachers were all saints." Erin insisted.
"That kind of talk is idealistic patter." Mew said firmly, putting her hands on her hips, a small pout on her lips.
"Is it? Or is it that it's not CONVENIENT for you to accept what you've done?" Samus asked darkly.
Mew frowned darkly and held a paw up, a sudden burst of telekinetic power striking into Samus and knocking her into Erin as White snarled angrily, rushing at her with supersonic speed. "YOU BITCH!" He roared.
He had forgotten about Mew's long tail, and was tripped n the spot, flying through the air and hit the ground with a loud CRA-THRUCK as Mewtwo and Lugia held their palms up, telekinetic energy pinning the others to the ground while Mew calmly walked over to White, kneeling down by him.
"Normally we wouldn't bother with you in the way I have to now deal with you, but unfortunately, since you are part of Nick, that means you have the same power to bring ruin to our world."
"What the heck are you talking about?" White growled as Mew telekinetically held him to ground, shaking her head.
"I'm not going to simply tell you. You're a smart boy. I'm sure you can figure it out. Or rather, you WOULD have been able to figure it out, but unfortunately, I can't let you." Mew said simply.
There was a horrible, squelching, liquidly sound as Erin's eyes turned into horror-filled pinpricks, Alex gaping in disgust, Samus taking in a deep, sudden breath as the Pokémon let out respective cries of terror, Kirby fainting on the spot as Mew flicked a paw digit, the head flying to the side as the body slowly dissolved away into nothingness, the head going last. "Well." She said, licking some blood splatter off her body, cleaning herself. "Shall we get going?"
"...indeed." Mewtwo mumbled.
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...they stood above the city, their leader resting one hand upon the roof they were "nested" at, looking almost like some kind of animalistic gargoyles. A powerful aura of command radiated out from their leader as clouds began to form overhead, swirling together to make an enormous blanket of charcoal above. Yet who was this leader? Where were "they"? WHO was "they"?
The leader could only be described as some kind of hedgehog, with quills thick and sharp jutting from down his head and his back, bright green eyes glittering like emeralds as he looked over the city. Their leader wore red and white shoes with white socks, as well as white gloves and something of a half smirk, half grin as he finally stood up, turning to the others.
"Well, I imagine all of you are pretty psyched about this, huh?" He asked. "I mean, we ain't done something like this before."
"Today we force them out of Station Square and take the fight to THEIR world." Another being said, a fox-like thing with two tails instead of one, with a youthful face made slightly weary by war and three locks jutting out from atop his head, as orange/yellow as the rest of his fur. His bright blue eyes looked over a map he held in his white-gloved hands as he pointed at a spot in Station Square: the subway. "The portal's located there. If we can get them into a bottleneck in just the right spot, we'll force them in easily."
"I'm ready." A red being said, dreadlocks falling down his back, purple eyes alit with burning desire. He wore thick gloves with sharp knuckles jutting forth, and oddly-interesting-looking shoes. "I'll knock 'em down whether they solid or frail!"
A figure leapt through the air onto the roof, bowing deeply and then rising back up. He wore a white robed outfit with a string of large pearls around his neck that looked vaguely shamanic, with green, scaly skin and a smooth underbelly, complete with golden/yellow eyes and sky-blue hair, spiked up like a Mohawk at the top with long locks falling down from the back. "The troops are in position. Shall Chaos, Solaris and I sound the charge?"
Sonic the Hedgehog stood up, putting a war helmet atop his head as he nodded, giving King the Snake a big thumbs up. "Go for it."
Elsewhere, a turtle-like creature with a red bandanna on his arm frowned as he held up a radio to his beaked mouth, trying desperately to get the thing to work with his other hand. "Sir! SIR! Our troops are pinned down in a Pinkberry and we can't go any further!" He called out into the radio.
"Can't you just use me to blow a hole in the-" A pink thing groaned. It was a round, bomb-shaped...well, it looked like what it was. A walking, talking bomb. It had a cute little bow on it's "fuse" and small tiny little shoes with little black pupils. Interestingly though, this "Bom-omb" had no mouth. How does one speak without a mouth? Telepathy?
"We can't blow a hole in the wall, they'd all come rushing in. The entire place is surrounded, remember?" A dinosaur-like creature with green scales and a white underbelly told her, shaking his head. "Bombette, we need a more creative idea."
"I meant blow a hole in the ground." Bombette said simply. "We can get out of here through the subway tunnels that run through the city below."
"That's actually a good idea!" Kooper the Koopa said, turning his head. "Sir, we're going to rendezvous with you at the subway!"
"Okeydokey!" An Italian plumber from Brooklyn said, grinning broadly as he adjusted the red army cap he was wearing, his blue suspenders contrasting with the red shirt he wore, his brown shoes nervously tapping on the ground beneath him as water dripped down from a nearby subway pipe a bit too close for comfort to his radio. "Don't get caught!" Mario warned them.
Bombette readied herself at the center of the Pinkberry as the assorted turtle-things, walking bombs and what could only be described as anthropomorphic toadstools quickly ran to the sides of the building to avoid an explodey fate. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Bombette roared out.
"What was that?" A hawk-like being inquired, watching the pinkberry with a large platoon of avian-esque troops, his clawed hands gripping the roof. He had a feathered body with a large headdress, white feathers that looked as pure as freshly fallen snow with talons on his hands and feat and a teal outfit that resembled the clothes of Ancient Egyptian royalty. This being known as Solaris held up his radio. "Something just happened in the Pinkberry. We're going in to check it out."
Several dozen eagles and hawks flew down from the roof, bursting down the doors of the Pinkberry Ice Cream store, find it completely empty, an enormous hole in the center of the floor. "They got away!" A green-feathered hawk with a set of goggles atop his head growled.
The plan is simple enough.
I deal with their leader. The rest of them clear an enormous amount of Station Square civilians out of harm's way.
"Our platoon has things under control, we're forcing our enemies to the subway." Another platoon leader, one that appeared to be made of water, spoke into a radio of it's own as a platoon of various mammals forced a large force of "koopas" (the aforementioned turtle creatures) and "bom-ombs" back, several dozen "Toads" (the mushroom/toadstool things) yelling angrily as they were pushed into the entrance of the subway.
Stall him, keep him busy whilst the others make the playing field clear.
"And I am-GAH! HAH!...taking care of things...on my end as well!" King the Snake announced as he clipped his radio to his arm, using a scimitar to force several koopas into another subway entrance along with his platoon. "You're positively certain you're getting them all?"
"Absolutely." The being made of water insisted, green eyes gazing at the subway entrance. It looked quite strong, with hands that had three big, long sharp claws, feet made up of two watery talons and three "horn's" on it's head, two curving down, one protruding up. It also had two small protrusions next to its eyes, also curving down, with a brain floating in the "head" region as it waved it's arm in the air, motioning for it's troops to move forward. "We've just got the last one in."
You have the advantage. He doesn't know what you can do. This isn't his "home turf". You have the advantage.
Meanwhile, another fight of a more vicious nature was occurring some ways away, in Main Street as a creamy-white colored rabbit with brown-tipped ears and a yellow-furred flying squirrel helped a plant-like being with rosebuds atop her head move several hundred civilians clear of the soon-to-be-disaster zone.
"Come on, this way, this way!" Cream the Rabbit said, helping a child up from the ground as she patted dust off of the little one's body. People were running as fast as they could to escape the line of fire, specifically, the line of gunfire that a black-furred hedgehog with a furry white chest and an organish muzzle was leveling out at his opponent, a being that could only be described as some sort of giant turtle/lizard/dragon, complete with a spiked shell, a thick mane of red hair, sharp claws and a rather large nose.
"I don't think I can keep this up...never thought I'd think that, but I don't think I can keep this up." Shadow the Hedgehog murmured to himself as Bowser, the King of the Koopas curled up into his shell, the bullets ricocheting harmlessly off of him. "ARE YOU FINISHED YET?" He called back at the others, turning his head slightly, an annoyed expression flickering across his features.
"We've got the last of them out of the way! Go for it!" Ray the Flying Squirrel called out to Shadow.
Part two of the plan. Like I said, it was a simple enough plan. Get the civilians to safety while moving all of King Pooper-Scooper's troops into the subway. I stall until they're all in place and then...
Bowser popped out of his shell, rushing towards Shadow, a strong fist striking him across the face as the Koopa King laughed darkly. "You'll have to do far better than your little cap guns to stop me!" His heavy bass voice chuckled.
Then I put this fat lug's jaw through the top of his head.
Shadow's foot shot out and Bowser's head snapped back as he began to teeter backwards.
"WHEN!" Shadow roared, slamming a fist into Bowser's face over and over. "WILL! YOU! SHUT! UP!" The black hedgehog growled, a reddish/black blaze of energy swirling around his body as he thrust his hands forward, gripping Bowser's stomach as the turtle/dragon looked down, gaping. "CHAOS!"
"Ohcrap." Bowser groaned.
"BLAST!"
A huge, domed, glowing red energy blast rose up from the area, as lightning split the air all around, Bowser being forcibly launched like a spinning top down Main Street. He let out a long, pained, drawn-out roar as his body spun through the air, bouncing across the street like he was a stone being skipped. He bounded down a stairway that led into the subway system and collided hard with a now-sore platoon of troops as they all fell together in a pile, moaning and groaning. "I hurt...in places...that don't exist." Bowser managed to grumble out, realizing that he was...
Now lying perfectly on his back, his arms and legs suspended too far from the ground to help him push himself back up. He promptly began to tear up.
"Oh no. Wait, Bowser, no!" A sweet-looking woman in a glittering pink dress groaned, quickly running over to him and waving a little yellow rubber ducky toy in his face. "Who's my happy Bowsie?" She asked, the tiara atop her blonde head almost slipping off.
"WAAAAAAAAUUUHHH!"
"YOU'RE my Happy Bowsie!"
"This explains SO much." Mario whispered to Bombette, a green, large pipe sticking out of the ground far behind them as they heard the footsteps of Station Square's defenders heading towards the subway. "Quick, everyone!" Mario yelled out, waving his hands in the air as he leapt up and down. "Into the Warp Pipe, FAST!"
"You're not getting away that easy!" Sonic's voice yelled out from one of the entrances to the subway as the platoons tried to make a blockade so that Mario and the rest of the leaders of their forces could enter the pipe first.
"Stand aside lest ye be dealt with!" King the Snake said firmly, holding his scimitar up and pointing it at the platoon. "I offer you a chance to leave. I'm giving you ten seconds to step out of the way." The serpent anthro insisted as several horses moved forward, guns at the ready.
"Don't you dare touch them!" Princess Peach Toadstool said, her tiara almost falling off her head again as she bravely strode forward, arms held up and stretched out, refusing to let all of his horses or any of King's men go through.
"Milady, stand back!" One of the Toads insisted.
"Peach, quick, get into the pipe!" Bowser roared out, rushing to her side.
"Yes! Don't you-a touch her!" Mario growled angrily, quickly taking out something from his pocket that appeared to be some kind of flower which burnt like a bright fire's ember. But before he could do anything, there was a strange, odd sound.
BOOP.
And just like that, a figure appeared in the subway. A figured named Nick Grey. He blinked stupidly, looking around...noticing Bowser having one hand on Peach's shoulder, not seeing the surprised Mario behind him or the armies that were gaping in shock at this human that had just popped into existence from out of nowhere.
Naturally Nick assumed what most would have assumed: Bowser was up to no good. So he quickly jumped forward, grabbing ahold of Peach and sweeping her up into his arms as he leapt through the air, landing by a stairway that led into the subway, nodding firmly at her as Bowser blinked stupidly. "I got you, princess! You're safe now!"
"Wh-whuh?" Peach mumbled out.
"Well that was convenient." King announced cheerily, holding up a three-digited, clawed hand at Bowser. "AEROGA!"
A swirling wind rushed around King's robes, forming a greenish/white orb of wind that shot forth, spiraling trails jutting out from behind it as it barreled into the Koopa King with the force of a tornado touching down. He was sent spiraling around the subway, bashing into his own troops like a pinball being tilted, knocking them one by one into the pipe.
"Ten...fifteen...twenty...twenty five..." Chaos counted off cheerily as the last of the enemy troops were knocked in, Knuckles the Echinda calmly picking Bowser up by his tail and twirling him around and around, throwing him through the air. Bowser collided hard with a stupefied Mario and the two were knocked into the warp pipe as Peach angrily glared at Nick.
"Unhand me you, you CAD!" She shouted, slapping his face, making Nick let go of her. He rubbed his cheek, looking clearly confused as she turned away from him in a huff. "You foul villain! Trying to keep me from my protector! You have no shame, all of you sapients!"
"Hey lady, WE didn't start this war. YOU did." Sonic said, pointing an accusatory finger at Princess Peach. "You're the one who came into OUR world and tried to take over!"
"Don't try to lie to me." Peach said, lifting her head up. "You were planning to attack our world. We found incontrovertible proof! Nobody from our side will believe your lies." She said as a pair of handcuffs were slapped onto her.
"I'm loathe to do this to a lady, but I've no choice." King said simply. "What shall we do with her?"
"She IS their princess. They'll be back for her. I think...yeah, I think we can work out a trade." Tails the Fox spoke up, his two tails curling around his feet slightly. "They can have her back so long as they don't plan on coming back to our world."
"And let you have last licks?" A voice roared out. A moment later, a Toad with a white and red-capped head popped out from underneath Princess Peach's dress, holding some kind of frying pan up and whacking Sonic across the face.
"AAA!" All of the troops yelled.
"REVENGE! REVENGE!" Toad cried out bravely, whacking Sonic over and over.
"Heh. Who SAYS men can't use a skillet?" Peach giggled, holding her long-gloved hands over her mouth as Chaos pulled Toad off of Sonic, Sonic nursing a very sore, nearly broken jaw and a black eye...a couple teeth falling out of his mouth.
"I'm guh-nuh nee da 'ee uh doctuh." Sonic mumbled out as he rubbed his cheek. "Let's uh ed bah ta da base."
"Wait, hold on a moment, who's this guy?" An elephant anthro inquired, pointing at Nick as Nick nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
"...no idea." Tails said, scratching his head.
"He SEEMS familiar, though." Shadow admitted. "And since he did assist us, let's give him the benefit of the doubt. For now." The black hedgehog added with a bit of a dark grin.
"Think of yourself not as a "hostages" so much as a "guest-ages"!" A female hedgehog said. She had a pink body, her quills hanging down from her head like thick locks, with green eyes and a very cute red dress. She patted Peach on the head, then Toad, then Nick, who scratched his head. This was all happening rather fast, and all rather...surreal.
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...as Nick sat on a chair some distance from the handcuffed Toad and Princess Peach, King the Snake standing nearby as his guard, he scratched his head again, an odd feeling filling him. A strange, disconcerting feeling.
Nick had been in a hurricane once before as a child. They were terrifying to live through...one truly did feel the force that was Nature, and he had been through what was known as the "Eye of the Storm", when all of the calamity and rage around you came to a stop.
That...was the most frightening part. Maybe because you realized in that moment that the whole world around you was going to cave in again. That icy terror of knowing that the very worst of the hell you were to endure was moments away from striking...
That was the feeling that was creeping up on him. Something terrible was about to happen. And as he watched the rest of the "Station Square Defense League" stand around a table discussing their plans, he noticed that Peach was glaring right at him.
"Look, I didn't KNOW he wasn't trying to hurt you, really!" Nick insisted. "Usually Bowser's the one kidnapping you, so I assumed-"
"Hmph." Peach gave him a glare and folded her arms in her lap as best she could. "That's what everyone always assumes. Bowser happens to treat me much more nicely than you'd think. The worst "torture" he ever did was making me be his game partner in "Barbie: Pony Detective"." She informed Nick.
"You lived through a Barbie game? That's impressive." Amy the Hedgehog admitted as she stood nearby, brushing her pink locks to the side. "It is like, SUCH a boring series!"
"Yes, I prefer strategic games, to be truthful. I'm quite the "Risk" fan."
"...oh really?" King the Snake inquired. "You play?"
"I'm...adequate." Peach said humbly, giving the serpent sapient a bit of a nervous look. It was probably the whole "giant snake is talking" factor that made her creeped out.
"...one moment." King said, heading to the nearby closet, pulling out a "Risk: Anniversary Edition". "Shall we?"
"Should we really be playing a board game with the prisoner?" Amy wanted to know.
"It's not like she could leave our base anyhow." Sonic said, a sling around his jaw. "She can play...if I can play." He added with a grin.
"Well, won't THIS be satisfying." Peach commented with a grin.
TEN MINUTES LATER...
"This is OUTRAGEOUS! I'm in control of all of Asia! Yet you beat me with just half of Eastern Europe?" King moaned, slamming his head into the table. "I've actually been to war. How could I have been bested so quickly?"
"If I were you, good sir, I wouldn't worry. My queen's biggest ability lies in being the undefeated champion of all board games." Toad said proudly as Peach held her hand over her mouth, blushing slightly with pride.
"I can't believe I actually lost first." Sonic admitted, shaking his head.
"The game's called "Risk", but you never took any." Nick admonished him, having watched the whole game from start to finish, silently cheering for Peach to win. "Nice job, Mrs. Toadstool." He complimented Peach.
"It's, "Ms", not "Mrs"." Peach explained. "I'm, uh...not married."
"That reminds me. If you're "Princess", then where's your dad? The King? Or your mom, for that matter?" Nick wanted to know. It was odd how suddenly comfortable everyone had gotten thanks to a Milton-Bradley game.
"...well, uh...actually...there's this law..." Peach said nervously. "In order for me to become a queen, I actually have to marry somebody, and...well..." She nervously put one lock of her hair into her mouth, chewing slightly in anxiousness. "I just...it's..."
"Hard to make the commitment, right?" Sonic asked. "Believe me, I've been there and back again." He said sympathetically, looking over at Amy, who nodded and smiled at him before heading off to the girl's bathroom. Sonic then held up a finger, showing off a small ring. "She gave me this engagement ring. We marry in a week. And now my feet aren't just feeling fast, but REALLY cold." He added.
"You're gonna TELL Amy, right?" Tails wanted to know, folding his arms.
"How can I?" Sonic asked. "She's so psyched about this, and I really, really like her."
"But do you love her?" Nick wanted to know. "I know you two have dated before, the idea of you marrying her isn't such a far-off idea, but do you like-like her?"
"...how do you know about us dating?" Sonic wanted to know.
Nick sighed. "Alright. I'll explain." Nick said, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the wall. "I'm from a different reality wherein all of you are fictional characters in different video game series. Sonic, you're in the rival to the series that Peach belongs to, and I once entered your world before to help you and your friends out against dark forces of evil. But then I had to leave because I can only stay as long as I'm really needed, and you all forgot about me. Even King." Nick said, jabbing his thumb in King's direction.
"No, I haven't forgotten you." King said nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" Nick exclaimed, eyes widening.
"WHAT?" The others all yelled out, wheeling around towards the snake.
"Is he telling the truth?" Sonic asked.
"Quite." King said, nodding firmly.
"None of us are...I think I'm gonna be sick." Cream the Rabbit moaned, holding her stomach.
"Give her air, give her air!" Ray said, fanning her off with a book along with several others as Peach looked Nick over.
"Tell me." She wanted to know. "You said he was a "rival". Does this mean he's fought with Mario before and we all...forgot about it? Was...was Mario the dark force that you helped this hedgehog battle previously?"
"No. It was a being named Nazo." Nick said, shaking his head. "Why?"
Peach suddenly became pale. Nick realized why in an instant. "Somebody told you that Mario had entered Sonic's world before and been fought off."
"...yes."
"And after being fought off, they were planning on invading your world to get even."
"...yes."
"...Peach...who told you this?" Nick asked nervously.
Then it happened. The eye of the storm faded. The hurricane hit. An enormous, powerful blast of energy tore the roof off of the military base they were huddled within as they turned their heads to see what could only be described as an enormous, gloved hand that floated in the center of the sky, energy crackling around it like static electricity.
"Master Hand." Peach whispered.
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...Princess Zelda's horse came to a halt as she and the Link who was not really Link dismounted, heading up the hill and into Kakriko Village, passing by even more quaint little houses of stone, arriving at a fairly large house located some distance from the main plaza of Kakariko Village and it's enormous tree. This house seemed older than all the others, it had something of an "old person smell" with cracks running up and down it's walls and dust so heavily collected on the windows that it was impossible to see inside!
Zelda walked up to the front door and knocked once. Then twice. She tried to ignore the staring people that were watching from all around, looking at her like she was a bug in a jar.
There came a sound from the inside. "Who is it?" A voice called out, subdued and controlled with a faint low tone to it.
"Is this the residence of one Mr. Gobbong?"
"Aye." The voice responded simply. "Who wishes to know?"
"My name is Zelda. Princess Zelda." She spoke up loudly. "Might me and my dear friend come in and speak with you?
"...very well."
The door opened slowly, and a rank, musty smell filled their nostrils as if an attic window was being opened, dozens of years of rancid odors finally getting the chance to leave. The two scrunched their noses up and entered the house, looking at a rather odd choice of paint job and even odder decorations filling the home.
The entire house's walls were covered in dark purple paint, with the faintest, barely visible indentation of a single eye an ever-so-lighter shade of purple repeated over and over, stretching out across the walls. There were pictures, hand-drawn charcoal sketches of creatures and people drawn with small captions underneath indicating when they'd been drawn and what the drawings were of. There were several dozen wax sculptures of creatures standing by the stairway leading up to the second floor, and a kitchenette nearby that smelled strongly of spices.
Most noticeable of all was the set of double doors that had a large eye insignia painted on the front. Pushing them open, Zelda found they led to a set of stairs that would take them down to the one sort of place she had honestly hoped she wouldn't have to meet with this historian...the basement.
Why did it have to be the basement?
Gently taking her hand and squeezing it slightly, The fake Link led her down into the dimly lit basement, a single oil lamp attached to the wall providing the only light therein, showing off another door that had the same eye symbol on the front of it. Now though, Zelda recognized where she'd seen it, for this symbol as no longer painted in purple, but blood red.
"This is the symbol for the legendary Shekiah, warriors who mastered the art of Stealth tactics." Zelda realized, her hand passing over the symbol as she looked at it in awe. "I wonder if Mr. Gobbong is related to them?" She mused out loud as she opened the door, walking into an enormous, inky-black chamber with the Link who wasn't really Link following behind her.
The door suddenly shut as Zelda whirled around in surprise, a dark, deep voice echoing out. "You. What do you seek?"
"Are you Mr. Gobbong? We wish to know what you know about the creation of Hyrule. We wish to know about the Goddesses." Zelda shouted out to the darkness, vaguely aware that something, SOMETHING was somehow watching them, stalking them, each new minute bringing a sharper sense of fear.
"...what you desire to learn of is most...unpleasant. You will not be able to look at the Goddesses with respect ever again." The voice spoke up. "I am willing to let you keep your ignorance so that you may remain in bliss."
"No matter what might have happened in the past, if we know about it, we can make some kind of counter-measure." Zelda reasoned.
"Please, tell us everything." The fake Link insisted.
"...I'll only speak to the woman." The voice said. "YOU'RE to leave."
"...as you wish."
"Link" headed towards the door as it slowly opened, allowing him to exit the room. A moment later it shut again as purple torches lit up all around Zelda in a circle, revealing herself to be within the center of some kind of platform made out of vaguely stretchy-looking material...an enormous figure standing some distance from her, looking out at her with a single, solitary red eye. It was sitting behind some kind of desk, but due to the selective lighting of the torches, all she could really see besides that single, glowing red eye was a large set of hands that were steepling their fingers against each other.
"...so...what shall we talk about?" Kaondor Phomtan Gobbong asked softly.