AN- Like I said, we have a new character viewpoint and a timeskip this chapter. Lucas is really fun to write for, but it took a while to figure it out. So, hope you enjoy, and thanks! -Twilight Joltik

The Mansion Enigma

Chapter Six

I found myself sprawled in a dark hallway with no clue how I had gotten there, or any clue as to where I had been before that moment. I am not sure how long I was there, but it seemed to be quite some time before anyone stumbled upon me.

But, in time, a young boy with dark hair opened the door sitting to my right, nearly tripping over me. "You okay?" he asked.

I found words had escaped me, but my position did not allow me to easily shake my head, so I remained silent. The boy scanned me with his dark eyes. "Wait, you're new, right?" he questioned after a moment. I was unsure what to say, but my words returned with his third question.

"Are you dead?"

"…Maybe."

I could feel relief soaring off of him like a wave. "Nice to know!" he chuckled. "Who are you, anyways?"

I tried to search for a name. Only words came to me, scattered. "Give light to the small one who walks his path alone… "

"I don't think that's a name."

No, it wasn't. I tried to search for it again. "Lucas…?"

"Alright. That works. So, Lucas, why are you in the middle of the hallway?"

I wasn't sure. After a gap of silence, I heard the boy ask "Not much of a talker, are you?" I attempted to nod, but I was unsure if it was noticed.

"I take that as a yes?"

I allowed my silence to answer for me. He then extended a hand to me. I cautiously took it and he pulled me to my feet. "It's late, but we should probably go ask about this. Can you walk?"

I shakily stood. It was difficult, but I found it wasn't impossible. However, after a few steps, I found my legs gave out, and I let out a small cry of surprise as my eyelids fluttered shut. As he helped me up, I heard more footsteps and the sound of a few doors being flung open. "What's going on?" someone asked, confusion and concern blaring forth.

"N-nothing!" quickly reassured the boy who was accompanying me, quickly losing his grip and letting me fall back to the floor.

"Red, sneaking through the halls in the middle of the night with a boy who looks nearly dead; I don't think that's 'nothing'," another with annoyance and fatigue echoing around him stated.

Red- Was that his name? - whispered "Yeah, but I didn't want to wake anyone up!"

"I do not believe you succeeded in that," another voice chimed.

"Sorry 'bout that," Red muttered. "Don't worry; I can handle this. Just need to go see Master Hand and see what's up with this kid, that's all."

"Can you do that?" one of them asked, something hopeful and anxious flaring around him.

"Of course not," a new voice stated, this one female. "Trust me; I've been trying for ages. "

"I know," Red sighed. "I just think I ought to try; it's the only idea I've had so far."

"But what, exactly is his problem?" someone else asked.

Red stood in silence for a moment before answering. "Not sure, but he won't say anything that makes sense, and he was in the middle of the hall, so…"

I wanted to correct him, as I had said a few things, but the words failed me once again. I felt something scratch at my brain, as if someone was searching for something. "He seems a bit feverish," added someone, likely the same one who had probed my mind. "Maybe he was to die of illness?"

"Lucas, right? Are you alright?" his voice added, but it seemed to come from my mind rather than the air. "I can't find anything in here," he remarked with an air of cynicism.

"How are you doing that?" I attempted to ask mentally.

"Psychokinesis, or PK," he explained. He then eagerly added "You must have it too! That's so cool! I haven't met anyone else with it since… a while ago, I guess."

"What did you mean, 'die of illness'?"

A pause, and then a small sigh I could hear in reality. "We're here because we were saved from death. Sorry, I don't know anything else about it."

"Alright. Do you remember anything from before you 'died'?"

"Kind of?" he stated uncertainly. "I mean, it sort of blends together after a while. Wait, you don't remember anything?"

I shook my head before remembering he most likely couldn't see me do so. "No…"

"Amnesia," he muttered.

"What was that?" asked the girl.

Panic flying off of him, he muttered "Nothing" before adding mentally "Unless you want me to tell them."

"I don't see why you wouldn't," I replied.

"I-I just think he might be amnesiac," he continued.

I felt curiosity spike all around me, but it suddenly occurred to me I had no names to go with any of the emotions or voices. The boy had found my name when entering my mind, so I could probably do the same.

Reaching out, I attempted to find the name of what seemed to be the only female present. She was spiking with curiosity and eagerness, so she was fairly easy to trace. I tried to focus on her, and soon felt a surge of things I didn't recognize rushing through me. Images flashed in and out; a triangular symbol, an older teenage boy with pointed ears and blond hair, a book, blood red eyes, a corked bottle of silvery liquid-

She grimaced in pain and I felt my link collapse. The images stopped and another presence returned to my mind. "Why were you doing that?" asked the other psychic.

"I just wanted to find out her name."

"You shouldn't try to read minds unless you have to," he continued. "It can hurt people without psychic powers, and it's kind of rude."

"I didn't know."

"It's fine, but don't do it again unless you have to."

"You didn't seem to have any problems with using on me, even though you didn't know I was psychic," I added.

A small pause. "I wanted to make sure you were alright, and since you wouldn't talk, it was the only thing I could do," he defended.

"Could you at least tell me her name?"

"Zelda. And I'm Ness."

Suddenly, I felt a tug at my arm. I begrudgingly opened my eyes to see Red staring down at me. "Do you think you can walk now?" he asked. I nodded and pulled myself to my feet. My steps shook at first, but seemed to get easier as I went along. Of course, that could have been due to Red's support.

I glanced to the side as Red slid in front of me and led me down the dark hall. I glanced back to see a young boy with black hair staring at me, concern flaring up around him; was that Ness? Two older boys with blue hair and eyes seemed to be arguing in hushed voices, but I couldn't make out what they said. A woman, likely Zelda looked as if she was debating whether or not something was a good idea, but jumped back when she met my gaze. Looking back ahead, I saw Red turning a corner as another boy with blond hair and violet eyes seemed to be approaching me. I couldn't sense anything from him, but he never seemed to blink.

"Are you a ghost?" I attempted to ask, but I reached no mind but my own. My own mind, was that what I had been trying to reach?

The "hall" in front of me shimmered slightly silver, something I hadn't detected in my bleary state. It was a mirror, and the boy must have been my reflection. I saw only myself, but why did I not recognize it? Ness's diagnosis seemed correct.

"You coming?" Red called back to me. I tried to catch up, but found the energy wasn't in me. He simply slowed down, attempting to make certain I was alright.

We went through a few rooms and to a set of stairs, one leading up and the other down. Red started down a long flight that led to a door marked with a glowing cross in a circle. "You think you can handle it?" he called back. I nodded and grabbed the railing, taking slow steps. I was fairly sure I could at least handle going down, but I wasn't sure about the return trip.

As I headed down, I felt something lurking behind me, flaring with anxiety and fear. A second burst of excitement was beside it, and a third of curiosity was nearby. It seemed to me as if we may have been followed by the some of the people from before. I thought I heard a hushed murmur, but I couldn't make out what it said.

I was only halfway down the flight when I heard a sharp knocking at the door. By the dull light of the door, I could see Red standing by it, likely knocking. His knock was met only with silence, so he started to speak. "Um, hello, Master Hand? Er, there's a bit of a problem, and I don't know what to do about it, so I figured I should come ask about it."

Still no response, so he continued. "This boy kind of appeared in the hall, and I think he has amnesia. He won't say anything really, so I don't know what the problem is, exactly, but he seems like he might be sick or something."

I reached his side, and tried to detect something beyond the door. No emotions resonated except for a dark, dull defeated hum, but I was soon pushed back from it.

A voice called from the top of the stairwell. "Red, can you tell him about Roy and Link?" asked a boy with lighter blue hair.

"Who?" Red called back.

Annoyance shot out of the boy as he dashed down the stairs. "Hey, Master Hand, I hear you're in charge, and I'd really like to know what happened to my friends!" he hissed.

Red held a hand out to stop the boy from charging the door. "Marth, I have no clue who you're talking about, and I really think you should cal-"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about! You knew Link way before I did, and you met Roy as well! It has been far too long, and we really ought to do something to make sure they aren't dead or something!"

"I agree," Zelda called from the top of the stairwell. "I fear for them, and I believe it is necessary to ensure their safety."

Still, nothing came from the other side of the door.

"If you can hear us, it would be nice to have some help," I called out.

Still nothing, but I thought I heard a small laugh. "Alright," Red finally said. "You can just share Ness's room for now, I guess. He has an extra bed. We'll figure this out in the morning."

AN- See, less that a month between updates! I'm getting better! Also, I'm going to be at the ScrewAttack Gaming Convention this weekend, which I'm really excited for!

So, I had two options with Lucas; playing up his personality so he was basically Fluttershy or using his powers primarily. So, now we have MostlyMute!Psychic!Lucas. And I'm fond of this one. I'm proud of how this turned out. He's a blast to write simply because it gives me an excuse to stop writing so much dialogue. I apologize for how far off from Canon Lucas I probably got, but this is a fanfiction and I can use my own interpretations. :P

The emotions sensing thing is kind of confusing, but it's something that Lucas does involunarily. I know it's probably a bit confusing, but I hope it'll make sense eventually.

So, thanks to PandaLover1358 for your kind words, favorite, and follow! Thanks for reading! -Twilight Joltik