Start Time: October 29, 2007. 5:35PM.

AN: This was inspired by a 'cure writer's block' site out on the interweb somewhere. It generates random titles, and when it gave me this one…I was stuck with random inspiration! It's a miracle! XD

I have a new style! This is more for me than you, but I am going to put up start and end times on each of my chapters! There is a slightly different style of writing in this one too. I like it better. Try to catch it. Also, my longest one yet. Woot.

This is third-person. I need to work on it, so sorry if it is crap. -.-

Attic Vapour

Zant cringed as he opened up the trap door to his attic in his throne room. He had moved out of his apartment a few months ago to avoid any more killer cuccos and any more weird experiences.

He didn't even know that he had an attic! Wondering what possibly could be hidden up there, the Usuper Twilight King spotted a wooden step stool in the corner of the room and barely picked it up with his scrawny arms.

He trotted back over to the mysterious trap door apparently leading to the attic and started to climb up it. To his up most horror, it broke into 7 pieces on the spot causing him to yelp in fright. Thankfully, he didn't get hurt but he was frightened by his near-death experience.

Zant eyed the chair suspiciously before reaching for a broom and sweeping the sharp remains of the poor step stool out of the way. His servents would hopefully clean it up for him.

He put his hands on his hips and sighed. What a bummer! He wanted to get up there, but he didn't know how!

He gave his room a once-over. Throne Chair? No. A little tree? No. A pot of flowers? No. Wait.

He happily prodded over to the innocent pot of tulips and picked one out of the soil, roots and all. Not noticing the roots still on the plant, he stuck it in between his dull orange hair and peered at the mirror that wasn't mentioned at all in this story until now. He cat-whistled at himself and licked a finger, put it to his chest, and made a sizzling sound with his pearly white teeth and perfectly shaped tongue.

His eyes were caught by a bunch of balloons that were still floating in the air after a month. Wouldn't they be on the ground by now? Shrugging his shoulders, he skipped over to them and his eyes lit up. That's it!

He snatched the balloons from their resting spot and walked underneath the trap door to his attic again. Why wasn't there already a pre-built ladder there? It was one of the great mysteries of Hyrule. Another famous one was, why do random people that are apparently from different demensions appear in Hyrule all the time?

That was a whole different tale, however. We are currently on this epic one.

Zant, the future ruler of band-aids, held up the balloons proudly and announced to the air, "Oh faithful balloon friends! Lift me up into the attic and I shall grant you half of a wish!"

How can you only have half a wish? I don't know, ask him yourself. Geeze, people are so lazy these days.

Zant, who apparently had heard my conversation with a random reader that must have been possessed to read this, grinned and responded. "Easily! Just stop halfway through your wish! The first half will be granted! The second won't!"

Okay. That was scary.

Getting back to the story, the balloons apparently didn't want only half a wish…because they stayed where they were. Zant moaned and angrily stamped his foot on the ground. "Okay! You each will get a wish!"

That made the balloons happy. So happy, in fact, that a pink one grew a mouth a smiled widely. "Thank you, oh kind sir! We will lift you up! Up! Up! Up!"

Zant's eyes lit up, again, and continued with the song. "Fly little birdy! Fly away! You are freee! You are free! We are all freeeee!"

He sang horribly off-key. Just be thankful you guys can't actually hear him.

Dispite the random outburst, he gripped tightly onto the balloon strings. The same balloon from before yelled out, "Hit it guys!"

The Zelda success chime rang out into the still air as Zant finally got his deepest desire fulfilled– to go into the attic that he didn't know existed before today.

Upon entering the dark, damp, musty, and stuffy, and any other cool-sounding synonym you can think of, he winced. It smelled. Bad.

No, really. It smelt like a bucket of apple juice soaked in vinegar, left out in the sun for a few days, puked on, and left to rot in a pile of cow dung.

To put it bluntly, his attic had a common case of 'attic vapour' There was no cure. Unless you wanted to get off your butt and clean it, which no one wants to do anyways.

AN: Yes. Very random. Very scary. Disturbing. And…uh…help me out here. XD

The part about the smell was said by my friend yesterday when my other friend farted (XD) and the 'song' I just made up on the spot. I'm not that insane and messed up to actually say that in public! XD

This one is my favourite. What do you think?

Tell me in a review! XD

End Time: Same Date (cause I'm too lazy to copy and paste) at 6:07PM