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The Great Deku Tree smiled as he saw the Kokiri playing with each other, frolicking in the grass and their fairies talking. The Great Deku was a towering tree with moss growing on hit face to look like Eyebrows and a mustache. He has been alive for almost 100 years, gifted the ability to bring his children to life. He couldn't move, only watch. But he sensed something wrong, a great evil approaching. He wanted to brush it off as a figment of his imagination but he knew.
He knew that something was wrong. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew.
"Great Deku Tree?" Came a small voice. He glanced down to see possibly his favorite child, Saria. She was kindhearted, sweet, and nice.
"Yes?"
"Are you OK? You have that look on your face whenever Mido does something dumb." The Great tree laughed, sending all the Kokiri's fairies in a loop.
"No child, I am fine, just concerned. It's getting late you should all go to bed."
Saria wanted to talk about what he was concerned about but she followed the others anyway. The Great Deku Tree breathed a sigh of relief. He stared ahead as the bad idea continued to nag at his mind.
Hopefully something happened.
A tall man dressed in a cloak gazed upon a cliff at the forest where the Kokiri thrived. He smiled grimly, remembering the time he was just a mere child where he was told he would be detained to be king. Oh how he loved it. Now it was time to rule over something else.
He picked up a small beetle, much smaller than a rupee. He loved the feeling of it crawling around in his hand. It made him think of the people that would soon bow down to him like the goddess themselves.
He closed his hands over it, somehow not crushing it in his palms. Black orbs swirled around his hands, darkness stabbing through openings. When the man was down, the beetle was now jet black instead of light blue and looked much like a spider.
"Go my sweet creation," He muttered tossing it into the trees, "Make me rule another portion of the world!"
The cars drove by, seemingly unaware of the boy sneaking along the bushes. He wore a hoodie and a backpack which rattled quietly.
"This is almost too easy." He said. Once the boy got to his destination, he wrapped a blue bandana that was used during various other paints around his mouth. He opened the bag which was loaded spray paint which he eagerly grabbed. I shook it and started with the background.
"Stupid Michael. Stupid locker. Stupid school." This boy is Dylan Caruso Just 8 hours ago, Dylan got shoved into a locker by Micheal and her posse. He usually vented his frustration by spray painting. Since he usually doesn't have anything to do it on, the blank walls of his town called to him like moths to a flame to paint on.
Dylan continued, "How come when I do something bad I get detention for it but when she does something, she gets a slap on the wrist and a finger wag. That's the principal's daughter for you. Stupid bitch…" He muttered, grabbing another can.
An hour and a half later, he finished. It was a red demon in a yellow background flipping 2 birds to everybody that passed the wall.
Satisfied, Dylan packed up his supplies and sneaked home, careful not to awaken the dogs that hung out in their dog houses. He got to his house, a blue-orange 2 story building made like everybody else's. He snuck to his backyard which had a couch and a ladder by each other. He used a ladder to climb to the second floor. When he got there, he pushed the ladder on to the couch, barely making a sound. He climbed in through his open window and changed into his pajamas and crept into bed. The last thought he had on his mind before falling asleep was if his art was going to be on the news again.
Spray-Painting Vandal Defaces Abandoned Factory; Officers Frustrated.
This isn't what I expected." Dylan accidentally said aloud during breakfast. He was looking at the Evergreen Earful, his town's newspaper.
"What were you expecting than?" Dylan's mom asked, sipping her coffee. Dylan's mom didn't know about his 'nightly-outings.'
"I, uh, expected them to get him this time. I mean, how hard can it be to catch a person that paints?" Dylan's mom raised her eyebrow but went back to eating her pancakes. Suspicion, dodged.
"How's school going."
"It's alright. Still lonely. Still crying myself to sleep.
"Oh honey, what about that boy you hang out with. What was his name?... Terry!"
Terry is 16 years old and still in elementary school. He got held back so much the teacher saved a seat for him the 3rd time it happened. Dylan thought he was fun to hang out with. One time, Micheal was bullying Dylan, Terry walked up to her, grabbed her by her designer jeans, and threw her across the park. She fell into an anthill. Dylan was overjoyed.
"Don't you remember mom? His parents decided to send him to boarding school this year. It's still only February, he probably has a british accent and a pet owl now." Dylan explained. Until Terry got back, Dylan was friendless. He had ADD which meant' most kids didn't want to get close to him. The people that do though knock books out his hand, throw erasers at him, or shoulder bash him into lockers like their Wario.
His mom sighed and continued eating her breakfast.
When he finished, he walked to the bus stop, ready to start another day of school. As he was walking to the bus stop, a lizard was licking its eyeballs on a rock. It was grey and blue an it had a scar across it's right eyeball. The lizard kept staring at him as he walked by. The lizard reminded Dylan of himself, weird and small. He smiled at the reptile and continued on.
"And if you move the integer over, you'll find the problem…" Dylan let out a yawn. Math class was always boring to him and right now was no difference. When would he ever use math? For counting his money? That's easy!
"Ugh, when will this be over?" Luckily, the bell rung at just the right moment. Dylan gathered his things and sprinted out door. That class had made him so bored he didn't even bother to stay to see if there was homework(Amazingly, there was none).
He stopped at his locker to grab something, until suddenly his locker slammed shut when he opened it. There was a hand holding the locker closed and as he looked to who it was holding it shut, his heart quickened. She was a tall girl, about 6'7, blonde hair in pigtails, pale skin, and smirking.
"Hey there, Dickan." She spat, her cronies barking like hyenas.
Dylan didn't say anything, just try to get under her arm and leave but the bully pushed him into the lockers.
"Not saying anything huh? Think your a big man and edgy cause of your style, huh?" Dylan had on his favorite shirt, a black shirt with a white skull on it.
Dylan scowled. Michael has been bullying him since the beginning of middle school. He had gotten used to it by now but it still rubbed him the wrong way.
"You gonna say somethin' freak or am I gonna have to make something come out of ya." She said.
"Say's the person with a guy name." Dylan muttered. Michael reeled back, as if no one had spoken to her like that before.
"What did you say?"
He came this far, Dylan was not backing down. "We all know Dr. Gooder wanted a boy. Why else would she name you that. You're probably a disappointment." Michael slammed her other hand onto the locker and leaned in close to Dylan, her braces flicking spit every which way.
"Screw you, my mom does not wish I was a boy." Dylan wiped the spit off his face and said a sentence that shocked the core; "It's a wonder your mom hasan't had a sex transplant yet.
Michael grabbed Dylan's shirt, spun him around like they were dancing, and slammed his face into the locker. And again, and again, and again until she kneed him in the face and kicked him in the back of the head. He was on the ground and that was enough for the bullies to beat the ever loving shit out of him.
A crowd had formed and everybody was cheering, half for Michael and half just because it was a fight.
Suddenly, Dylan sprang up from his spot on the floor like a zombie rising from the grave. He shoved the group off him, ran to Michael, and punched her across the face. The whole crowd stopped cold. What had happened? Michael fell like a ton of bricks as teachers showed up. They saw the crowd of students and the principal's daughter crying on the floor and a student in the middle of it.
"Who did this?" As if every kids vocal cords snapped back in action and shouted, "He did it," in unison and bolted to class. Dylan glared at Michael on the ground and the teachers looking at him. He sighed, and walked to the principal's office.
Luckily when he got home, Wyatt's mom wasn't there so at least he was safe for a few hours.
"Might as well ride my bike." Dylan said. He pulled it out the backyard and rode it into his town Evergreen. They call it that because even though it snows the leaves on the tree's don't fall and they always stay green due to too much chlorophyll in them. The stores were all open. Theo's Pizzeria, Harmony Music, and a tall office building. Everything was perfect, at least to Dylan.
Then he heard a cat screech. There was a busload of stray cats around town so the people all got used to them, even adopting a few. Dylan's mom even leaves a bowl of Cat food in the backyard every night. This yowl didn't seem so different from all the others he heard until a horde of cats crashed out of the alley like a wave. Dylan's bike swerved so he wouldn't hit them.
"The heck is this, rush hour for felines? What are they all chasi-" Dylan stopped as he looked at what they were chasing. It was a lizard, grey and blue. And when he sped up to stare, the lizard glanced at him and there was a scar on his eye.
It's the one from this morning, He thought, The cats must want to try fine cuisine. News flash; This ain't France El gato!
Dylan leaned over on his bike.
"Almost…" The cats closed in.
"Almost…" The lizard tried to squirm faster.
"Almost… gotcha!" Dylan scooped the reptile in his hand, steering with one hand. The cats, ever persistent, leaped onto his weight of the cats and the wobbly maneuvering was too much for Dylan and he crashed, sending the kittens sailing through the air, losing at least 2 of their lives. When the dust cleared, Dylan was clutching the lizard to his chest. He opened one eye to see his bike bent into a new way.
"Well that's not good." He said. He opened the other eye to see the lizard flicking its tongue at his shirt.
"This is though." He said, lifting himself off the ground and stretching.
"Well, your welcome. See you later… Hey!" The reptile scurried up Dylan's arm and sat on his right shoulder like a bird. Dylan was about to protest, he stubbed his foot. Before he could curse, he glanced at what was above him.
It seemed to be a small shop, no wider than 4 doors. Inside he could see a bunch of multicolored lights like it was the 4th of July and Christmas had a baby. Dylan was intrigued know, thinking away the pain of his foot and the lizard.
"I don't think I've ever been here before. Must be new." He said aloud. Dylan liked to check out new places and this was one just waiting for him to open. When he reached to push, he noticed the doorknob was made of glass and inside were small fish swimming around. He hesitated as if one touch would shatter the glass but he ripped it and pushed into a whole other world…
Klunk!
Of pain, apparently. For the second time today he fell backwards, rubbing his forehead. The object seemed to be a giant moth with orange, black and white marks across its wings and bright blue compound eyes.
"Have you seen this before?" Dylan glanced at the lizard as if it knew the answer. It didn't.
Dylan legs were tired as he lifted himself off the ground. The shop was filled with many pop culture items. Comics, action figures, cards, sets, even K-pop(Dylan steered clear of that section).
Dylan's eyes marveled at the glory of the shop. How had he never saw this. This store would have helped back when Terry was still here. As he continued he came upon a counter. It seemed standard and dull, nothing special. There was a gong on it with a sign next to it saying, "RING FOR SERVICE!" With nothing else to do, Dylan knocked on the gong, signalling the only person beside Dylan in the shop of a customer. A short man rushed out from behind a curtain and proclaimed, "WELCOME!" He was about 4 '9 with grey skin and white hair in a man-bun. Dylan backed up to give himself space from the man.
"Great. Who are you?" Dylan asked, keeping his distance. The man brushed some dust of his robe and hopped on the counter.
"Why I'm Uncle Tirgo, the hippest grandpa ever in Ohio!"
"But you just said you were an uncle."
"What's an uncle?" He said, scratching his butt with a confused look. Dylan was about ready to race out of the shop when he said something.
"Say, ya like video games? Kids like those right? You gotta!" Dylan had never really played video games. Sure he played them he just didn't often. The only system he had was a 3DS with Pokémon Moon. He would battle and trade with Terry for hours on end as people mocked them for playing a 'kid game'. Say that to his level 75 Oranguru!
"I guess." Dylan shrugged, the lizard letting out a chirp. Paying no mind to the reptile, Uncle Tirgo ran to the back, peeking in and out of boxes until he found what he was looking for.
"Since you're my first customer," he said while lifting a box 5 times his own size on to the counter with a bang, "You get a prize!"
Uncle Tirgo knocked on the box 3 times then opened the lid. Inside was a black console with a strange controller. Under both of them was a big cartridge with a picture of a sword over a shield with a big Z under it. It said, 'The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of was confused. Don't store owners give people who walk in a greeting or something? This guy just gave him a whole console!
He leaned over into the box. "What is it?" Uncle Tirgo recoiled in shock.
"You don't know what this is? You must be joking."
"I really don't. I don't even know what 'Zelda' is. Is that the main character? Is the ocarina a weapon?"
"Oooohhh boy. You need help. Ask your friend Terrence, he might know."
Dylan took a double take. Terrence? That was Terry's real name. How did he know? When he looked back, the man with the man-bun had been putting the things in a plastic bag with the logo of the store on it, a button with 'A' on it.
"How do you know Te-" He didn't finish his sentence as Uncle Tirgo shoved the bag in his hands and pushed him out the door with a quick, "I know everybody mate, by the way you're welcome. Chinchou!" and slammed the door. In front of him was his bike with no marks and looking brand new as if he went back in time to go get it when he got it for Christmas.
"You fixed my bike? Thanks alo-" When he turned back, the shop was gone. In its place was a dark red fire hydrant. Confused, scared and tired, Dylan hopped on his bike and rode home.
It took some convincing but his mom let him keep the lizard. When he got home, his mom was waiting for him and yelled at the pre-teen for 15 minutes about the fight, hitting a girl, and that he was grounded. When she noticed the reptile on his shirt, she screamed like she was 9. Dylan tried to hold back a grin and a guaffa. He went upstairs to wash the lizard, (Which he decided to name Fluffer for the lols), change his shirt, and facetimed Terry. When Dylan showed him console, his long black hair went crazy as he screamed.
"You got a N64 for free?!"
"N64? So that means it was made by the same people with the 3DS?"
"Yeah man! I can't believe I didn't teach more about video games padawan." Dylan rolled his eyes at the way his 'master' was acting. Terry had been into pop culture forever. The first time Dylan meet him was when he was beating up a kid that confused Halo with Metroid.
"Yeah and he gave me this game too. Something about Zelda. Super weird."
"Weird? How?" Dylan told him about the store and Uncle Tirgo. As he talked it became more apparent to Dylan that maybe he had a hallucination.
"So you crashed your bike, trying to save a lizard, in which you discovered a shop were a crazy guy knew about me, and gave you a N64 and Ocarina Of Time for free and disappeared?" Dylan nodded and wanted to laugh and say it was all just a big joke and he had gotten the stuff on the internet. But he came too far and was already in too deep.
"Yep. Pretty much." Terry looked at him sceptically and shrugged.
"Yeah man. I believe you. Sounds dumb but, meh, so does life." Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. At least 2 people-er-one person and a reptile didn't think he was crazy.
"Dude, play it right now. I gotta go to sleep now, curfew, but do me a favor and sucker punch Mido for me!" Then he ended the face time. At that moment, thunder crashed from far away.
Dylan wasn't sure who Mido was but he guessed it was probably a bad guy. So with nothing else to do, he hooked up the N64 to his TV in his room. It took about 2 hours since he kept getting distracted by funny videos on youtube. By the time he was about to put the cartridge in, the sky was dark and rain was storming down like bullets.
He sat down with the controller in his hand. It felt weird and confusing but he would get used to it. When he reached over to grab the cartridge from his bag when he felt the crinkling plastic of a bag instead. He got up and dumped the bag, finding nothing when turned around, there it was, already in the system.
"Wha-" He guessed he already put it into the system.
The game started up, it showed a person in a green suit riding a horse at night. Dylan guessed the game tracked the time. As his thumb reached over to press start… KABLAMO! Lightning struck a telephone pole, racing to Dylan's house and creating a blast. Papers went flying, books tumbled, Dylan got hit hard so he landed on his bed.
It was about 30 seconds before Dylan regained his sense of awareness. He lifted his head off his pillow, groaning as the pain settled in. But all that washed away as he saw his Tv. Instead of the man riding the horse, it was a mixture of black and white pixels mixing around the screen making a deep noise. Dylan recognized it. It's what happens when you turn the channel to a channel that was currently unavailable. Fluffer was running around in circles in his cage, a plastic box he found on the street.
"Oh great, the storm fried my Tv. This is bull…" Dylan carefully set his feet on the floor as if it was electrocuted. He slowly walked towards the screen. He reached to turn it off when something unexpected happened. The papers on the floor started to rise. His bed lifted off the ground. His backpack sent it's contents to the floor. Dylan's heart started to hammer as his body decide to defy gravity. Okay I think I actually might be hallucinating this time, his mind said.
And then, suddenly, all hell broke loose.
It was as if a tornado decide to stay for the night. Everything moved in a spiral around and around like a merry-go-round. Dylan started feeling nauseous. The noise from the Tv became louder, threatening to make Dylan's ears bleed.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" He screamed. More things started to float and get sucked into the 'roomnado'. Fluffer chirped a thousand times as his home began to fly. Then Dylan noticed something. Things were getting sucked into the television. Dylan's eye's widened as he began to cling on to something to hold him down. Books began to fly into the screen as they were the closest. His 3DS was lucky as Dylan grabbed it and threw it under his dresser. He was getting closer to the screen now. The constant shift of colors caused his eyes to tear. His phone got sucked in. Then his sketchbook he rarely used. Then his spray paint which he desperately tried to grab. He wasn't so lucky. He was about 5 feet from being sucked into the screen. Fluffles chirped as his box dumped out dirt and he landed on his bed. At least he would be safe.
Dylan flailed his arms around grabbing things but nothing that would keep him down. He kept on gripping and struggling until his fingernails struck the floor. It was a loose floorboard that just so happened to be in front of the Tv. Lucky him. Dylan gripped the plank like he was Leonardo noise grew louder. More things got sucked into the Tv. He gripped the plank so hard his hands bleed.
Then the floorboard started to creak. Dylan didn't let go. It continued as it ruptured from the floor. Dylan held on. The floorboard was now upright and Dylan's feet sank inside the television. It felt like he was in a ball pit and his feet were soaked in lotion.
The floorboard began to creak and crumble as it finally gave way. It floated up with the rest of the stuff… and he got sucked into the Tv. His final words in this Dimension was those that vibrated off the doors and buildings before striking down to the earth's very core.
"THIS SUCKS TOTAL BALLS!"
Sup. My name is TheSilverSableye. I was going through a tough phase of figuring out which story was going to be my first. I decided to do this. I'll do the other ones later when this one is done. This story will basically be a novelization of Oot with my OC. Yeah, I know. Cringe at it's finest.
Anyway, see you all in the next chapter!
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