*Skyward Sword Link is used here*


It had been a decent day for Lincoln DelCielo. An elderly customer gratefully hugged Link after the latter grabbed a can of beans off a high shelf for the former. Unfortunately, Link sourly encountered his ex-boyfriend Marth Lowell while Link worked at the cash register; Link bore some joy when bird dung landed on Marth's finely trimmed and shampooed hair while Marth was leaving the store.

Link pedaled his way back to his apartment, coming close to a bridge that he rode under each day, when a large body fell from the bridge itself, landing messily like a garbage bag on the hard ground.

"AHHH!" Link cried out, hands jumping from his handlebars before accidentally and unceremoniously falling to his left. Link grunted, cursing to himself, feeling unforgiving stones and rock penetrating through his shirt and limbs. Link groaned painfully, lifting himself up with his left arm, before dusting his chest off and sitting on his knees. Link blinked twice, crawling to the person who fell from the bridge.

The man was close to death. The man looked three times Link's age, the former's graying hair looking messy as bloody fjords came from the right part of his head. The man bore two swollen, black, throbbing eyes, his lips were cut and bleeding, and two cigarette burns sat on his right cheek. His red tie was snipped in half, and his black suit jacket and white shirt were torn, bloodied, and dirtied his pants were torn and charred, and his right shoe was missing.

Link pulled his water bottle from his bike, lifted the man's head up, and tilted the water into the man's mouth, giving him some life back into his face. The near-dead man's left eye flitted to Link's face before the man somewhat hoarsely warned Link through the coming water, "Run from the six..."

Link looked up as to where the body came from and saw six individuals looking awfully menacing down at him. The third individual looked to be the most prominent of all six. The third individual was statue tall, bore long, flowing red hair, piercing golden eyes, and bronze skin. The redhead stared at Link the most intensely, as if livid that Link witnessed the six's sin. Link, however, scowled, showcasing his middle finger at the vile six. The next thing Link knew, six blood-red daggers flew toward him, wanting to skewer him.

"EEEKK!" Link cried out, running away from the daggers as at least two nicked his work shirt and khaki pants. Link hurriedly grabbed onto his bike and pedaled his way back home as quick as he could, heart pounding out of his shirt.

Once Link returned home, he pushed his bike in and slammed the door behind himself, and set every lock on the door, as sweat oceans fell from his whole face. Panting, Link slid down to his bottom, wrapping his arms around his knees like an asylum lunatic. Link then grabbed his head, falling to his side; Goddesses, why do people have to hurt others like the man I saw? What if those six come to my house? Link then stumbled to his kitchen, finding a paper bag and breathing into it, letting the stress out of his entity. When Link was stable, I can't stay here in town! Link raced to his room, already planning to spend a week at an abandoned barn that was out of town until those vile six forgot about him and left town.


Link entered the barn at nearly ten and fell asleep inside it an hour later.

Link felt a hand clap his back before he woke up. Link's eyes went straight open, before unleashing a cloud of pepper spray at whoever wanted him awake.

"Whoa!" cried a voice, possibly as young as Link himself. "Easy, kid!"

Link felt extremely nauseous as he saw a slightly older man waving the pepper spray cloud away from himself. The older man's hair was brown, his eyes were dark blue, he bore a faint, yet finely trimmed beard on his face; he bore a black suit jacket, crisp white shirt, dark blue tie, black slacks, and shoes; on his belt was at least one firearm.

Link's heart was pounding out of his chest rapidly, "W-who are you?"

The strange man stepped carefully before Link, holding his hands before him, insinuating that he was not a threat. "My name is Agent Pipit Byrd–I'm a junior operative for the Hylian Protection Agency," Agent Byrd then showcased his badge to Link. It bore the Triforce with two rifles crossed below it, the man's portrait, blood type, height, and weight. Link gave Agent Byrd the side-eye, feeling off-edge about what was happening.

"My team and I saw what the Dragmire Corporation conducted," Agent Byrd explained, motioning Link to come forward. "We were assigned to find you as well. Do come with us, young man."

Link shook his head as his muscles felt tense. "I-I can't! I have to go back to work next week!"

Agent Byrd simply and calmly latched onto Link's arm, wanting to get Link into the safety of the team's van. "It's alright, we already told your employers what happened."

"NO!" Link screamed, before stepping behind Agent Byrd's legs and pushing Agent Byrd over his knee. Agent Byrd fell unceremoniously, crying out, not anticipating Link being slightly more powerful than figured. Link ran to his backpack and duffel bags while Agent Byrd lay on the ground, calling to whoever was outside of the barn, "Agent Beak, hurry!"

"HYAH!" cried out a little man who entered the abandoned barn, holding a clear-liquid-filled syringe in his left hand. Agent Cawlin Beak sped towards Link, who had his backpack on and his duffel bag in his right hand. Link sidestepped, making Agent Beak collide with the old, rotting wall. Several splinters emerged from the wall, as Agent Beak quickly tore himself away, before going after Link again. Link out of the barn by now, bag swinging in the air. Agent Beak's shadow flew over Link's body like a bird, before the former's body topped the latter's body like a rock on water.

"Get off me!" Link demanded Agent Beak, wrapping his right leg around Agent Beak's own right leg. Link elbowed into Agent Beak's side many a time, but it did not stop Agent Beak from grabbing onto Link's shoulder and pushing the syringe and its contents into it. Link gasped loudly, abhorring the syringe entering his body. He then felt his affected arm shut down, before both of his legs, his other arm, and his head shut down also. Link's face fell flat onto the grass as if it were a pillow. Agent Beak pulled out the syringe before pedaling away from Link's unconscious body and sitting on his bottom, glad that the whole chase scene was done, breathing to himself.

"You alright, Agent Beak?" Agent Byrd inquired his young companion, walking over to him.

"Eugh, I want a slushie after this!" Agent Beak gave off a minor tantrum, standing up and thrashing his fists like a baby. Agent Byrd rolled his eyes, unamused with his companion's antics.

"Just help get Mr. DelCielo into the van," Agent Byrd motioned to Agent Beak in a somewhat irritated tone.

Agent Beak pouted, before grabbing onto Link's duffel bag and dragging Link by his left armpit as Agent Byrd dragged Link by his right.