"By Hylia's dress lace; did we shift while SLEEPING!?" Legend grumbled.
A pained groan from Four confirmed the rhetorical question. The tiny Link was hiding under his blankets.
As each adjusted, the quicker to recover scanned their landing spot.
They'd landed in a war-torn wasteland, surrounded by mountains. Only a few square stones nearby indicated any type of civilization existing, and there were many old skeletons that crumbled into dust at the touch.
Warriors was the first to fully recover. As such, he went ahead to scout.
It was mostly just dead earth, the occasional broken stone or bone breaking the hard ground. The trees were burnt, and no life was here, beyond the occasional ant or fly.
Red.
It was barely noticeable, but it stood out among the blackened earth and brown dried blood.
Against his better judgement, Warriors picked up the spot of red, finding it to feel like stiff cloth.
Dirt had shifted when he picked the cloth up. There was more.
Slowly, Warriors gathered the cloth, following the ridiculously long scarf around the ruins, not that he noticed. Too focused on finding the end of the cloth.
It was attached to a Link. Granted, only by a gold broach, but it was attached.
Said Link was sleeping, a gentle smile on his face. Dust had settled on his outfit, blending him in with the bloody ground under him.
Slowly, carefully, Warriors wrapped the scarf around the napper, before checking and marking the location.
Trotting back, (he was much farther away then he thought) the others were ready.
"I found the native Link."
Time raised an interested brow.
"And...?"
"He naps."
"..."
"..."
The Hero of Time sighed.
"Everyone, time to go. We have a Link to find."
...........................................................
It wasn't hard, considering Warriors had left the ridiculously long scarf act as their guide by trail.
The Link slept on, even as they crowded to take a look and monsters began to gather.
"Move out!"
They fanned out, with the tanks in front, and everyone else in the back.
In the center was their napping hero.
Mostly just basic enemies from all their worlds. But a lot.
While Wind fended off two, he caught a spear lizalfos aiming for the sleeper.
"WAKE UP!"
He was too late.
The spear slid soundlessly into the Link's torso.
For a moment, Wind felt time stop.
Then-
"...You wanting this back, or can I keep it?" A rough, unused voice asked, an arm lifting to grip the weapon speared through his stomach.
In one quick movement, the Link crashed the spear through the lizalfos' skull. He stood up, with no indication of pain or wound. The spear in his hand.
A green flash of light, and he started spinning.
"Look out above~!"
Wind ducked, and a metal ball flew over his head, ending the moblin's life.
The ball-and-chain kept spinning, twirling from foe to foe like a natural disaster.
After nearly all their numbers had died by severe blunt force, the monsters got the message and promptly left the grey tornado's territory alone.
The Link slowed down, giggling like a mad man while he slowly regained his former status of not-dizzy.
Then, he dissipated his ball-and-chain, and plopped back on his napping spot.
"They won't be coming back; sit down!" He said, waiving a hand for them to come over.
Wind sat the nearest to him, glancing at the supposed nonexistent wound area.
New Link shrugged in response to Wind's unspoken question. "Can't kill someone who's already dead."
Made perfect sense.
...Wait.
Too late. New Link's scarf (cape. too long for a scarf) was already patting everyone's heads. Even Legend's.
New Link rolled onto his stomach, cape patting Wind for the second time before becoming a normal cape.
"Now then; how about y'all tell me the tale of how Link met himself times eight?"
