Rightio! The plot bunny bit me while I was pealing shrimp. This is a sort of crossover with Zelda and Lost. More Lost than Zelda, though. Which is why 'tis in the Lost category. Yay. It's random. It's weird. Which is pretty much the same as my other stories. This story was inspired by "Hey, Ocarina! The Cheesy Zelda Musical" by Galaxy Girl and "The Lost Diaries" by robo t. Each chapter will represent each episode of Lost, so expect the first ones to be posted really fast (I hope). Then the other one's will be every week (again, I hope). Going to start now. BEWARE!
Why Pixy Stix Are Bad For YouA plane crashed this morning. FINALLY! I've been waiting for bloody FOREVER! A little fairy can only take so much!
Ah, that's right. I'm a fairy. Forgot to mention that. And I'm not one of those pretty fairies you see in fantasy movies and what not; I'm just Leavy, a glowing green ball with wings, who flutters about everywhere. I do have a body, you just can't see it untill you're close up.
See, a while ago (I forgot how many years/centuries it's been) the Great Deku Tree sent me to this island to wait for the chosen one, like my cousin Navi did a while back. The next Link. I have yet to find him.
Sure, there's the crazy french lady who killed all her mates. Oh! And Ethan. But I don't like him; too creepy. Waaaaaaay too creepy. And whatever that strange metal elephant thingy that keeps making weird noises and rustling the trees all the time is. Anywhosies, it's been rather dull. And I keep running into those stupid traps Rousseau (the crazy french lady) put up.
Stupid humans.
Maybe these new people will be more friendly. I certainly hope so (not like it would be preticularly hard). I had to wake up one of them who had landed in the jungle. Apparently he's a doctor, so I figured it'd be helpful for him to… help the other people. I sent a random dog to do the waking, as I figured waking up to a green ball of light bouncing up and down would not help one's sanity.
So far, the other people I've seen are a young girl atempting to get some handcuffs off, a young dark guy with what I think is his really young son, a very pregnant young (oh, to Ganon with it! They're ALL young!) Aussi, a stupid guy trying to collect pens from everyone (never heard of anyone with a pen fetish before), a stupid-looking blonde girl who only knows how to scream and not help anyone, an older man who likes to wriggle his toes and eat oranges, a Korean couple, a rather large man with a lot of curly hair, an Iraki guy (also with curly hair), an older dark woman with a ring around her neck (cough frodo cough), a dangerous-looking cowboy guy, two similar-looking guys, and a slightly spaced-out British guy who almost got smashed by a piece of plane. That was funny. There are a lot more people, but they didn't stand out as much. I'm guessing that whoever I'm supposed to be looking for is one of these people. I wonder if they'll ever find that small plane.
Oh yeah, the plane exploded. Very amusing. Not too much entertainment aroung here until now. The people have all spread out along the beach at different camp fires. I've turned myself invisible so as to figure out who these people are and to see if any of them are the chosen one.
First camp fire. The Iraki guy (Sayid) was trying to keep a signal fire going with the spaced-out guy (Charlie). I guess they managed. Currently, Charlie is writing on some tape around his fingers. Interesting…
Second camp. The two stupid looking people are here. Apparently they are brother and sister. Figures. The guy (Boone, weird name) keeps pestering the girl (Shannon) to eat something, but she says she'll eat on the rescue boat. Hate to burst her bubble, but no boat is coming. Maybe she'll starve.
Third camp fire. The handcuff girl (Kate) and the doctor guy (Jack) seem to have hit it off. She stiched up his side while he gave her an amusing acount of how he counts to overcome his fear. Hey, if it works.
Fourth camp. Dark lady (Rose) keeps fingering her ring and muttering "Precious". 'Tis a wee bit unnerving.
Fifth camp. Father (Micheal) is comforting son (Walt). Something tells me he hastn't been this kid's dad for very long.
Sixth camp fire. A bunch of people including the pregnant lady (Claire), the two similar looking guys (Scott and Steve, similar names too!), the large guy (Hurley), older orange smiley guy (Locke), and a couple of other random people.
Seventh camp. Cowboy (Sawyer) keeps reading a letter from a little kid about how Saywer had an affair with his mother and when the dad found out, he shot the mom and then himself. Personally, I wouldn't want to read sommat like that. Mabye 'tis just me. Hope not.
Eight camp. Korean couple talking in Korean. I can't speak Korean. Drat.
The metal elephant was at it again. It startled all the poor little people. I found out that Charlie enjoys stating what everyone is thinking. "Terrific." Oh, this is terrific! I've narrowed down my list of people it could be. Figured the two stupid people weren't it, and was told that the person would be relitively young. Maybe it's Walt. Except that he hasn't really been showing the qualities of a chosen one. I don't think Claire is it either, or Hurley. They just don't seem right.
Rummaged around in people's stuff and found a bunch of pixy stix in Walt's luggage. I love pixy stix! Soo… yummy… oh great, now I'm druling. Just spiffin'. Hehehehehehehehheheheheheeeeeee! HYPER HYPER HYPER HYPER HYPER!
I was woken up with a bad headache (damn pixy stix!) by the Brit. He was searching for something, I'm not sure what.
"Aaargh!" he yelled when he picked me up. "What's this?"
"I'm a fairy! Sheesh!"
"Oh no, the withdrawels must be effecting me more than I thought. I'm seeing things!"
Withdrawels? He's a druggy? That explains a lot. Hey… this might be useful. If he's going through drug withdrawels… I could talk to him and he'd just think he was hallucinating. Hmm…
"Hullooooooo, in there!" I said to his bewildered face. "Anyone home? I was talking to you!"
"Oh, man. This is NOT good!"
"The fairy is talking to you!" Damn, Navi mode coming up. "Listen!"
"What!" Hehehe! He must have jumped a foot in the air.
"Why does no one pay attention to me? I am, after all, a fairy. You don't see those everyday."
"You look more like a tennis ball."
"Thanks." Kids these days.
"Uhh… What am I supposed to do with you?"
"Well, for starters, you could put me down."
"Oh! Right." He let me go and I flopped back down on the bag.
"That's better. What were you looking for anyway?"
He didn't answer for a bit. "I guess since you aren't really there, it won't hurt to tell you." Stupid humans. Fairies DO exist! "I was looking for… my…my…" He glanced around him. "I was looking for my drugs, okay!"
"Good luck trying to find them. But you might try searching elsewhere. They're not likely to be in a kid's suitcase."
"Uhh…"
"Look, can I just stay in your pocket? You won't even know I'm there."
"Can't you fly?"
"Well, yeah! But I want to stay with a human so I can get to know you people better."
"Why me?"
"Well… I hadn't really thought about that." Probably a good idea NOT to tell him that the only reason I decided to travel with him is 'cause he's slightly mad, anyway. "You seem like a nice person."
He snorted. "Right. But do you really think that no one will notice the slight bulge of you in my pocket?"
"Fine! I'll stay in your hood." After all, Navi had done it. Why not myself?
"Whatever."
I flew up and hid inside his jacket hood, noticing Boone coming this way. "Person alert."
"Hello." Boone said. "Have you seen my sister, Shannon?"
"What does she look like?"
"Uhh… She has blonde hair…"
Seriously! I suppose he could have tried to be less vague. "She's the stupid blonde girl who was screaming like a banshee yesturday." I whispered in Charlie's ear.
"Oh, no. I haven't seen her around."
"'K, thanks." At least he wasn't asking for more pens. Charlie walked over to a campfire where a couple of people were talking.
"Don't you think we should do something about the… B O D Y S?" Hurley asked, looking at Walt. Sheesh! Even I can spell better than that, and I've never written anything!
"Are you trying to spell bodies?" Micheal asked him.
"B O D I E S." Walt corrected him. I glanced out of Charlie's hood. Jack and Kate were talking about going to find the front of the plane somewhere in the forest.
"Go with them!" I hissed in Charlie's ear. "Just do it! Besides, your precious drugs might be there." I said, before he could protest.
"Can I come with you?"
"We don't need anyone else."
"I'll be alright. Please. Beat's sitting around here all day."
"Okay, fine." Spiffin'! Now I can see what those two're up to. We walked through the woods for a while before Kate struck up a conversation with Charlie. Apparently she's seen him before but she can't quite place it.
"I think I know." Charlie was saying.
"Yeah?"
"You all everybody! You all everbody!" My ears! My ears! What was that!
"What?"
"You know that song?"
"Yeah, but-"
"That's us! That's driveshaft!"
"You're in driveshaft?"
"I am in driveshaft! Charlie Pace! I play the base!" Hehe, that rhymed. They went on, trying to convince Jack that Charlie was in this band with its strange song (which my dear friend Charlie decided to sing again). Jack said what I was thinking:
"We need to move on." Maybe he's the so-called 'chosen one'. More walking. You know, I'm starting to find Charlie rather amusing. The island weather kept it's strangeness up and it started to pore.
"Guys? Is this normal, this day-turning-into-night, end-of-the-world type weather? Is this—guys?" Strange fellow, that one. We rounded a corner, and there it was, the fusilage. Or so Jack was calling it. Lovely little place. B O D Y S all over the place. The three of them climbed up to top of the plane (it was tilted) and went into the cockpit. Well, Jack and Kate did, anyway. Charlie proceeded to go to the bathroom, and I decided not to follow. Invisibly, I looked around the cockpit. Apparently, Jack was looking for some transever thingy. I knew they'd never find it without help, and since I don't know what the heck a transever is, I used some of my powers to ressurect the pilot. Did it too fast though, I think it freaked Jack and Kate out a wee bit. Sure enough, the pilot knew where the walkie talkie thing was. Kate got freaked out again when Chalie poped open the bathroom door.
"What were you doing in the bathroom?"
"What?" Humans are quite curious creatures.
AIIIEE! The pilot guy was looking out of the plane when those noises started up again. I kept thinking "Don't poke your head out of the plane! Don't poke you head out of the plane! So what's the first thing he does? He pokes his head out of the plane… and gets grabbed by the monster/metal elephant thing. And then the plane decided to fall. Plesant, very plesant. Maybe I shouldn't have come. And maybe I should have. Oh, bloody hell! After the pilot episode A/N no pun intended, everyone quickly dashed out of the plane, trying to get away from whatever was chasing us. I made the mistake of going back inside Charlie's hood the minute he tripped and fell. At least Jack was there to pull him out of the mud.
Running, running, running. Ran into Kate. She was counting. Apparently to quell her fears. Why she listened to that Jack guy, I'll never know. Wanted to shout out random numbers, but decided against it. Besides, Charlie was forcefully knocked down by Kate, trying to find out where Jack was. Those two must have something going on. I kinda feel sorry for Charlie. The poor ex-rocker seems to feel unwanted. Well, at least he's got me… even if he doesn't think I exist.
We found the pilot. I guess my revival spell was useless, he was all bloodied up in a tree. Jack poped up right after and confirmed that, yes indeed, that was the pilot. And then Charlie, brilliant Charlie, said what we were all thinking again:
"How does something like that happen?"
Welp, there ya go! The first chappie! Not too great. I may change it to more of a story format where we can just hear what Leavy is thinking, but 'tis still in third person. Yes, Leavy is short for Leaviel. It works. I think I got most of the quotes right, not entirely sure about all of them. Hope you like my strange atempt at a Lost fic… and a cross-over. Thankies for wasting your time reading this.
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