AN:

Hi, people! This drabble was inspired by "Bad Girls Don't Die" by Katie Alender.Haven't heard of it? Check it out!

This isn't a Zelink drabble (sadly!) It's kind of hinted, though.

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Ah. . .

A blessed butterfly flitted across the room and landed on the window pane.

Zelda kept her eyes on the beautiful blue color which reminded her of Link's eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Speaking of Link, where was he?

She dragged her feet across the room and opened the door of her dorm, and went outside to get some fresh air.

A blessed butterfly flitted across room. She stared, amazed. They were so common—why did she like them? Why indeed, she asked herself.

Mesmerized, she followed the butterfly and came across a newly built antique store.

She went inside and an enormous antique doll was sitting at the counter.

"Good day, fair Zelda of Hyrule." It said in a squeaky auto-tuned voice.

Zelda jolted in surprise. It was a doll. A talking doll. A talking doll that knew her name. On a shelf next to the intriguingly creepy doll stood a porcelain doll.

It had silver blue hair made out of marble, vacant glass eyes a deep indigo color, a blue dress made out of real silk that strangely looked like a dress Zelda just sewn, and a blessed butterfly in her ear.

You're too old to be playing with dolls, she scolded herself harshly.

Zelda brought out a few gold rupees, "How much is that goddess statue?"

"1,000 Rupees, fair Zelda of Hyrule." It responded.

She took 10 Silver Rupees and paid the doll.

"Thank you, fair Zelda of Hyrule." It repeated.

As it handed Zelda the statue, it said in a language, "Tezzo mosa, Zelda."

She gave the doll a strange look and headed outside, shielding her eyes from the blinding sunlight. She looked at the statuette.

Its eyes were gleaming, lit up by the faint light of the sun.

Zelda smiled at it. It was so magnificent. As she took it home, she noticed its blue eyes flashing a hypnotic gold.

I'm not scared, she thought, and shivered. It was beautiful. Why would she be scared?

When she reached Knight Academy, she rushed into her dorm, horrified and slammed the door behind her.

Then again she looked at the doll.

Its gold eyes were glowing. As Zelda started to sweat, her blue eyes grew gold as well.

"...I'm not scared!" she pushed herself.

As she fell to the ground in a tired heap, she thought to herself:

That evil antique store.

FIN