The Hand
A little fic that has absolutely no point to it. Enjoy!
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“Don’t tell me this place is seriously called the Crack Pot Inn…” The Knight of the rag-tag group of Heroes, Warrior, muttered aloud when his gaze landed on the most-welcome, if somewhat run-down, inn. The Links had warped into another world and were now working to uncover whose Hyrule they had entered.
So far, no luck.
But seeing as it was late into the night, Time had decided it was time to retire. It was by a meager stroke of luck Wolfie had sniffed out a village.
“Clearly not the only thing on crack,” Came Legend’s quick-witted reply.
Wild smothered a snort. The snarky Hero was filled to the brim with sarcastic retorts and barbed jabs. He never failed to use them, either. They were quick to fly from his tongue, taking, perhaps, .1 seconds to fire.
They came faster than Wild could unleash a flurry of attacks, and that, he found impressive.
“Boys, behave,” The leader of the nine murmured, his low voice carrying into the night.
“Sure thing, Pops,”
Wolfie huffed. Wind figured it was a laugh in disguise. They followed after Time as he began the descent into the village located at the bottom of the hill. Their eyes took in everything of the quiet and slumbering place...
The worn buildings, cobblestone roads, dark alleyways, and bright colors.
Incredibly bright colors. Curtains were a shade of pinks, purples, blues, and oranges Hyrule had never before seen and wondered how anyone could find attractive. The paint job was something that made even Wild cringe.
Some houses had polka dots, others multi-colored stripes, and some littered with swirls and optical illusions. The patterns were horrendous. He looked long and hard for any potion shops and places to restock. It was a difficult feat, since the abhorrent color combinations were making his eyes hurt.
“The Batty Emporium?” Wind’s soft, incredulous, voice pierced the silence that had fallen.
Legend looked vaguely impressed.
“This place just keeps getting better.”
Time quirked an eyebrow at the...questionable village and its peculiar taste in style. The sheer lavishness and overabundance of decoration…
“In all my long life and journeys, I have never stumbled across such a remarkably horrendous sight…” He remarked mostly to himself. All of the Links heard him and couldn’t agree more.
You’re telling me… Twilight groused in wolf form. And he’d thought Fyer and Falbi were...unique individuals…
That was putting it lightly.
There were streamers tied pole-to-pole. Straight across, zig-zag, diagonal or in some other unusual unrecognizable design. Elaborate and exaggerated posters decorated windows, market stalls, and doors. The stalls themselves were bright and sparkly. A never-ending stream of cringeworthy sights for the Links to abhor.
Then came the game, commenced by Wild and continued by the rest. Find the most outrageous, individualistic, and… unique… business.
“The Nutty Almond,” The Hero of the Wilds pointed at the sign hanging from above the door of the nearest building.
Sky hid a grin. Of course Wild spotted The Nutty Almond first.
“The Berserker,” Wind piped in next, gesturing to an armory they passed. The weapons on display glinted in the moonlight, drawing everyone’s attention for a brief moment.
“Clever,” Warrior deadpanned, though he made note of its location.
“Daffy’s Wud?” Hyrule’s brow creased at the strange name. The place itself was tall and lean, as if someone had taken the building and crammed it between two others. It was a pale purple with fluorescent pink and blotches of orange, green, and yellow mingled in.
All and all, a discomfiting sight to see. Legend couldn’t help but release a short bark of laughter.
Sky looked around with a pained and disturbed expression. This place was far too happy-go-lucky for his tastes. He preferred the wilderness over this!
“This whole place is mad!” The words slipped from him before Sky could stop himself and the Links turned to him in surprise. Sky’s cheeks burned a brilliant shade of red and he hid his face behind his hands, “Sorry, sorry, it just came out!” He apologized, flustered and mortified.
Four chuckled with a shake of his head, patting Sky’s back sympathetically. The older teen peeked down at him between fingers.
“We were all thinking it anyway, Sky,” He assured the kindhearted Hero, “No need to be embarrassed for stating the truth.”
Hyrule shuddered, loosely hugging himself.
“Well, I don’t like it,” He admitted in a soft whisper, “It weirds me out.”
“It weirds us all out,” Warrior muttered, lips curling back in disgust when he saw another intricately designed and flamboyant painting hanging in a display window, “Hylia’s sake...I never imagined such a place even existed.”
“These bright, flashy, colors make my eyes hurt,” Wind complained, rubbing at his aching eyes.
“Oh, good!” Wild breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m not the only one!” Although it was night, Wild still found himself squinting against the onslaught of flashy, neon, colors. The moonlight reflecting off the bright colors and sparkling stalls did nothing but blind them.
Did they have to use glow-in-the-dark paint? Not to mention the optical illusions were a little over the top and giving him a pounding headache.
“Can you imagine how it must look when its sunny?” Hyrule questioned, wincing at the thought.
Legend’s face screwed up,
“You’re going to make me sick.”
“I already am…”
“Yeah, you definitely aren’t looking too good there, Sky,” Warrior gently gripped Sky’s arm when the teen started turning green, “Let’s hurry on up to that inn there.”
“We’re staying there?” Legend didn’t possibly think this night could get any worse.
Time turned to the incredulous Hero with a raised eyebrow, “Do you have any better ideas?”
Wind timidly raised a hand, “We camp in the woods?”
None could deny the hopefulness in his tone. It was preferable. None of the Links would object, all more than willing to choose the cold, ominous, woods over this...fascinating place.
Four flicked his wrist, pointing to Wind and helpfully supplied, “It’s free of charge.”
“Even Warrior has better taste than this,” Legend declared with certainty. Said offended Knight snapped his head in Legend’s direction, indignantly crying,
“Hey!”
Time rolled his good eye, the corner of his lips twitching upwards minutely. Already, he could sense the coming storm,
“What?” Legend bent his arms at the elbow, palms up, “You have to admit, the scarf-”
“Oh, and a skirt’s so much better than my scarf?” Warrior snarked back, “At least it covers up more than yours does.” He tugged at his scarf meaningfully.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
Four turned to disguise his mirth as a cough. His shoulders shook as he vainly attempted to recompose himself. Hyrule laughed to himself, Wild snickered, and Wind tried his hardest not to giggle.
“Boys,” Time warned, but the laughter in his voice ruined the effect. Truly, never a dull moment. Not one day passed them by without some sort of entertainment. “Lower your voices,” At the least.
Legend obeyed the leader, lowering his voice threateningly,
“I will kill you, Warrior,” He promised, eyes glinting sharply.
Warrior smirked, nonchalantly tossing an arm over Legend’s shoulder, “Sure you will.” Legend bared his teeth, fists clenched, “You’d better sleep with one eye open tonight, Pretty Boy,”
Time shook his head in fond exasperation, mentally noting not to assign the two Heroes to the same room. He paused before the door to the inn, extending a hand to rest it atop the illustrious handle. He turned to fix the Heroes with a stern, pointed, look before carefully pushing the door open.
The Links could only hope the inside was better looking than the outside...
The tallest of the group had barely taken a step when a shrill screech squealed from above. Time’s head snapped up and his vision went black as a weight slammed atop his head and water soaked him to the bone.
Behind him, he heard Sky yelp followed by a thump.
Wolfie was immediately on guard, crouching low to the ground with a fearsome snarl that ricocheted through the air, enveloping the entirety of the room.
Warrior’s hand instinctively snatched his sword, slipping it halfway out of its sheath ready to jump to Time’s protection. His fierce and focused expression slowly faded, morphing into one of pure bafflement as he and the others took the time to process what exactly had taken place.
Time stood in the middle of the doorway, a metal bucket covering his head, and fingers loosely curled round the handle. Water saturated his hair, dripping from the ends and onto the wooden planks below. Rivulets raced through the patterns of his golden armor, creating a multitude of puddles on the floor.
Legend blinked owlishly.
He slowly raised a finger,
“Did you- did we…” He shook his head, “Did we just get pranked?”
Time serenely shut his good eye, expelling a steady breath before reaching up to lift the bucket off his head. He looked to find a string attached to it and at the end of it, a rubber cucco with bulging eyes and a gaping yellow beak.
He tugged it off with an unappreciative frown. His good eye slid down to where Wolfie was still baring his teeth and rumbling deep in his chest. He tossed the rubber cucco, letting it bounce off Wolfie’s snout then onto the floor. Wolfie’s snarl shuddered and broke off in surprise and he raised cobalt blues swimming with betrayal up to meet Time’s faintly amused one.
With a disgruntled rumble, Wolfie lifted a paw and rubbed at his snout indignantly.
“Ooooh hoo hoo!” A sudden burst of overly amused, entirely-too-enthusiastic laughter exploded somewhere ahead of them and the Heroes jumped slightly at the unexpected sound. A short, stocky, man dressed in the most bizarre outfit possible stepped into the lamplight, clapping his hands loudly together. His green eyes were wide, brimming with unshed tears, and his face lit up with delight, “I have been waiting for this moment! I had that set up since evening!”
Time leveled the obnoxiously red-haired man with a cool stare- one Warrior, Legend, and Wild recognized and still shirked from. For once, however, it wasn’t directed towards them.
The man was hardly affected, “You must admit-” He swiped at a tear, beaming brilliantly, “That was plenty good!” “Indeed,” A tight-lipped smile curved Time’s lips and his single eye became a pool of promises for retribution he would be unable to attain. The Older Hero was only becoming increasingly unsettled the longer they lingered in this abominable place.
The man slapped his knee, still guffawing at Time’s misfortune, and Wolfie growled in warning. This caused the innkeeper to pause, appraise the proud, displeased, beast and frown.
“Ah, I must apologize,” He jovially began with an air of faux-politeness, gesturing to Wolfie airily, he said, “Dogs are not allowed in the inn.”
DOG?!
A scandalized yip escaped Wolfie and Sky lunged when the wolf made to show the innkeeper exactly what this ‘dog’ was capable of. “Hey there, now, Wolfie,” Sky strained, arms wrapped around Wolfie’s strong neck and anchoring him into place. Time merely watched the scene unfold, heaving a tired sigh. It had most certainly been a long week. Not the longest, but a long one for certain.
Everyone was at their wit’s end and exhausted.
“That dog is a wolf, good sir,” Warrior calmly but firmly inserted, stepping up to Time’s side. The innkeeper looked to him and Warrior fought to steel himself from cringing. The man’s outfit was utterly outrageous. His incredibly yellow pants ballooned near the ankles and his sleeves billowed atrociously around the wrists. There were colorful polka dots littering his...suit? Warrior was unsure whether or not this peculiar outfit had a name. The buttons on the shirt were much too large and oddly shaped to be normal. And the high collar?
He’d thought Agitha and Ravio were eccentric, but this was by far the worst Warrior had ever seen.
“He is well-trained and my good friend’s loyal companion,” The Knight indicated to a strained Wild.
The innkeeper raised a bushy eyebrow at the grumbling canine still held by Sky. The wolf reluctantly settled back on his haunches, but he still looked ready to tear everything to pieces.
“Well-trained, hm?” There was a hint of a challenge in his tone. It was evident he didn’t believe them.
Wild nodded vigorously from where he stood beside Warrior,
“He is! Watch-” To which the mischievous Hero spun on his heel and proceeded to order, “Down boy!”
If looks could kill, the one Wolfie seared Wild with would most definitely have incinerated him on the spot.
Twilight would make him pay for it later, but Wild figured it would be worth it.
With much grousing and griping, Wolfie made a show of reluctantly lowering himself onto the ground. He shifted until he was comfortable then cracked an eye open to pierce Wild unhappily,
“Roll over!”
Wolfie’s eye grew wide and he barked sharply in refusal.
Wild sternly placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot once, “Roll over, Wolfie.”
Wolfie did.
“Yay, Wolfie!” Wind lunged and tackled the great beast with a hug, “You’re amazing!” Peals of pure, jubilant, laughter filled the air as Wind turned sparkling eyes at the innkeeper, “Isn’t he?”
The tone the youthful boy used was carefully constructed, almost daring the innkeeper to say otherwise. All in all, rather frightening to hear. Legend was, to say the least, impressed.
Wolfie’s previously irate demeanor deflated almost instantaneously at the Sailor’s bubbly self and he nudged Wind’s cheek with his nose.
Children would always be his weakness, he supposed.
The flamboyant innkeeper only shrugged, voice chipper and gratingly cheerful, “So long as he doesn’t cause any trouble, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to allow him to accompany you.”
“We thank you for your trouble,” Warrior graciously intervened before anyone else could, “After all, it is the least you could do to compensate for the stunt you previously pulled.”
The short man floundered for a second, waving his hands wildly in the air that it blatantly reminded Warrior and Legend of Ravio,
“Stunt?! That, my boy, was a masterpiece! An ingenious idea executed by yours truly! A brilliant mastermind!”
Wild eyed the deranged man uneasily. While accustomed to meeting outlandish, whimsical, and freakish people, the Hero was not at all fond of the village or the innkeeper. If everyone in the village were this...quirky, he wasn’t sure how he would survive.
He turned, not wanting to risk staying and discovering just how odd this village and its villagers could be, and made for the door. “I’m leaving. There are plenty of good trees outside to choose from-” But he didn’t get far when Warrior grasped the collar of his tunic and tugged him back,
“If we have to suffer, then you have to suffer,” The Knight groused goodnaturedly. Wild shot him a disturbed look, “You’re going to make us stay here?” He whispered, almost pleading with Warrior to say no.
In the background, Hyrule was bartering with the innkeeper, slowly but surely lowering the equally preposterous prices for their rooms.
“There’s a storm coming,” Warrior returned, lowering his voice in the same manner as Wild, “And from what you observed earlier, it’s going to be a bad one, so yes,” He nodded solemnly and with a slight grimace, “We’re stuck here for the night.”
Wild could only sigh and stare longingly at the door splattered with paint and other haphazard decorations.
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“A dog,” Twilight growled under his breath as he followed Time to their rooms, “Of all things, a dog?”
Time smothered a smile. Truly, nothing dug under Twilight’s skin more than being mistaken for a dog.
“Come now, Twi,” Wild interjected, lips twitching and laughter lacing his word, “It could be worse-” He attempted to appease the older teen when Twilight rounded on him with an intense stare that promised recompense, “And you-” Wild chuckled, a full-blown smile still visible for all to see.
“Before you say anything, I was saving your hide!”
“Down boy?”
Wild could only shrug, a hand cupping the back of his neck.
“Roll over?!”
“I had to play it off!” Wild defended himself with a laugh that would melt anyone’s heart.
“And you did so wonderfully,” Time assured him, much to Twilight’s dismay. His descendant’s jaw dropped before he collected himself with a stubborn shake,
“What? Old Man-”
Time planted a hand on Twilight’s head, disheveling his hair teasingly, “The innkeeper allowed you in, didn’t he?”
“Even if he hadn’t, I would have found a way in,” Twilight muttered unhappily, glowering at the far end of the hallway. The rest of the Heroes ambled after them, a safe distance away so neither of them would uncover the truth of Wolfie, “If there is one thing we Links are known for, it’s for entering without invitation.”
“Then people should lock their doors,” Wild suggested without an ounce of remorse. The amount of times he’d simply walked into people’s homes was innumerable.
“Perhaps,” Time murmured, shutting his eye against the atrocity of the paintings and decor of the corridor and listening to the whispering of Warrior, Legend, and Sky.
The draperies were a variety of blinding colors- some Time wondered how they succeeded in making.
“My headache is getting worse from this ghastly place,” Legend groaned, cradling his aching head. Sky was rubbing at his eyes, opening them into slits. He couldn’t physically bring himself to open them any wider.
“Stupid storm,” Wind grumped, crossing his arms with a pout, “Why did it have to come now?”
“With any luck, it’ll breeze right on by within a couple of hours,” Warrior hummed, glancing out the nearest window. Already, lightning was webbing across the dark expanse of the sky, illuminating the village below.
Wind perked up, “Does that mean we can leave afterwards?”
“Unfortunately, no,”
“Aw...”
“Don’t worry, bud, it’ll be morning before we know it,” Warrior said reassuringly, and Time could not deny the hopefulness in his tone.
“I hope so,” Came Hyrule’s quiet voice. Their group slowed when the three Heroes ahead of them came to a stop.
“Here we are,” Time announced, stopping in front of their given rooms, “We booked three for the night. Split accordingly.”
The Links did as they were told almost instinctively. Time, Twi, and Wild were in one, with Warrior, Sky, and Legend in another, then Hyrule, Four, and Wind.
Time nodded approvingly, tossing a set of keys to Warrior and Hyrule. Warrior caught it with ease, but unfortunately for Hyrule, they sprung off his hands and began their descent to the ground. He scrambled frantically to keep them from clattering on the wood, fearing he’d disturb any sleeping guests and snatched at air in a desperate attempt to catch them.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the key ring miraculously slipped onto his finger, sweat beading his forehead. Immediately afterwards, Hyrule shoved them into Four’s hand, unwilling to keep the keys longer than necessary.
Time sent him an apologetic look, to which Hyrule responded with a timid smile and wave of his hand. His poor face burned, red dusting his cheeks from the embarrassing display.
“We leave at seven and no later,” The leader informed the group. He received varying affirmative responses before they broke apart and disappeared into their selected rooms.
Wild’s eyes immediately lit up once his gaze landed on the most welcome sight in the entirety of the world- a bed.
Ugly comforter and equally hideous pillowcases aside, it was the greatest gift Wild could ask for.
Behind him, Twilight made a noise of frustration.
“Polka dots...Can’t escape them,”
Time snorted softly.
“I’m afraid not.”
Of the three beds, the only agreeable one was the green in the center. It was a deep, earthy, tone with dark blue polka dots and white sheets. Not too horrible. Time and Wild silently elected to give Twilight that bed.
The first was an extraordinarily faded red- bordering on pink- with bright orange polka dots and the third was a sunny yellow with orange, red, green, blue, and purple polka dots littered about the fluffy comforter.
What was with this place?
“I’ll take the one of the far end,” Wild piped up, breaking the contemplative silence that had fallen o’er their Leader as he attempted to choose between the lesser of two evils.
Time turned to fix Wild with a raised eyebrow, “Are you sure?”
Wild nodded with a small grin, “I’ve seen worse than an ugly, yellow, polka-dotted bed, Time. This will be nothing compared to what I’ve faced.” This earned him an affectionate pat on the shoulder.
“Then that leaves me with the first,”
Twilight looked between them, “Leaves you with..? I haven’t chosen..?”
Time walked past the confused Ordonian, knocking him lightly on the head with his fist,
“We chose for you, Pup,” He said by way of explaining. Well, Twilight wouldn’t complain. He wandered to his bed, reaching down to grasp the edge of the comforter tucked underneath the overstuffed pillow. He tugged, but the comforter refused to budge.
Twilight heaved a silent sigh of exasperation and annoyance.
“I hate this place...” He muttered darkly, yanking with all his might and ripping the comforter free. Time and Wild had already rid themselves of their weapons and packs, setting them aside with care. Twilight threw his own pack on the ground without a thought but couldn’t bring himself to change out of his tunic. He could care less if he slept in it.
He was about to crawl in and curl up when a muffled, startled shout filtered through the thick walls followed by a painful thump!
Time, Wild, and Twilight leaped to their feet, instinctively reaching for their weapons when an aggravated and alarmed voice hollered, “Why is there a CUCCO in my bed?!”
A short, huff of laughter escaped Wild before the teen attempted to stifle it.
“Where did it even come from?! Warrior, get rid of it!”
There was an indignant squawk that followed Legend’s exclamation.
“I am not going anywhere NEAR that thing, Legend! You’re on your own with this one!”
Time lifted a hand to his mouth to smother his laughter. Warrior’s voice had come from farther away, telling them the Captain had scrambled a safe distance away from their unwelcome guest.
“Sky!” Two identical calls were issued soon afterwards, “You love these things! Why don’t you get it?”
There was a softer, drowsier sound the Heroes knew to be Sky calmly talking to the paranoid Heroes rooming with him. Time imagined him gently coaxing the Cucco from Legend’s bed and offering his own.
After a few moments had passed, the excitement died down and Time figured it was safe to try and get some sleep before they left in a few hours. Thankfully, they didn’t have a surprise Cucco in their room...
At least, Time thought as he settled into his bed and drew the covers past his shoulders, he hoped there wasn’t.
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Hyrule expelled a forlorn sigh from where he sat against the headboard of his bed, knees drawn to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs, dark eyes flitting from a slumbering Wind to a sleeping Four.
He could tell from their constant shifting and moving that neither of his companions were resting well.
It was impossible to in this awful place.
Hyrule himself couldn’t bring himself to try and sleep. The reason? Because of the huge, wide-open, eye painted on the ceiling that looked capable of peering through one’s very soul and ensnaring it.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.
He tried his hardest not to look at it, but it was difficult not to! His eyes would instinctively snap up to peek at it then flit away. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the eye was looking right at him.
Not to mention that he needed to use the restroom badly. He jostled his foot, the mattress vibrating from the motion. Was it worth the risk of leaving the safety of this room to endure the ghastly and horrific sight he knew lingered in the hallways?
He sighed again, raking a hand through his hair and frowned. He might as well. He really did have to go.
Without giving himself a chance for second thoughts, Hyrule swiftly slipped from his bed and crossed the room to the door in record time. He turned the knob as silently as he could, cracking the door open slowly to ensure it didn’t creak and the wood didn’t croak beneath his feet.
He shut it behind him and turned to head down the corridor to where he knew the bathroom for this floor was located. He refrained from looking anywhere but the planks in front of him, counting his steps out of sheer boredom and a feeble attempt to distract himself from the atrocities surrounding him.
Before he knew it, he was standing before the bathroom door that had the largest possible handle he’d ever seen.
This was sure to become one of the most memorable time of his life- and not for any good or sentimental reasons.
The handle, Hyrule unnervingly found, resembled a tormented face with features contorted in pain, the handle for the nose, and mouth gaping open in a silent scream.
Not at all ominous...
Hyrule shut his eyes against it and extended a hand blindly to grasp at the knob and turn it. He heard an eerie groan as he pushed against the wood and slipped inside.
Releasing the breath he’d been holding, Hyrule tiredly clicked the door shut and dragged a sleeve across his forehead.
He wished they could leave this dreaded place. How anyone could sleep here was beyond him!
He supposed it could be worse and made to turn around when he heard the sound of nails clawing against wood, racing upwards and when he turned, heart leaping into his throat, he watched with disbelieving eyes as a ghostly white apparition came shooting out from the toilet.
“Paaaaaaaaper....paaaaaapeeeerrrr....”
Hyrule had never shrieked so shrilly in his entire life.
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A rumbling boom reverberated throughout the inn.
“Hyrule!”
The Heroes burst from their assigned rooms and into the hallway, weapons drawn and expressions fierce. They were ready to storm to Hyrule’s aid, worry clawing its way to their hearts and sudden protectiveness taking root.
Whoever had threatened or frightened Hyrule would pay severely for their heinous crime.
An earthy green and brown blur dashed past Warrior and at Time, slamming into the leader and revealing itself to be a breathless and traumatized Hyrule.
Time instinctively caught him, demanding at once,
“What is it, Hyrule?”
Hyrule never once loosened his grip on Time, turning slightly to point down the corridor to say,
“Hand!” He breathlessly managed, all too relieved to be with his companions, “Ghost hand in the toilet!”
Sky perked up curiously, “Peoni?”
At the same time, Legend and Time also uttered names the Heroes didn’t recognize,
“Hand?”
“???”
“Ghost hand?” Warrior quirked an eyebrow, turning to peer down towards the bathroom. He blinked and whistled lowly, “What’s with the smoke?”
The area the bathroom was in was in shambles. Splintered wood, scorched planks, and ruptured flooring covered with water told Warrior the restroom was no longer usable.
Hyrule chuckled a bit nervously, standing behind Time and peeking around him, “It popped out from the toilet and scared me so badly I might’ve...instinctively lashed out with a magic attack?”
“Was that what the explosion was?” Wind piped up from beside Warrior, resting on his sword and relaxing since he knew there was no imminent danger.
“Magic attack?” Four curiously repeated.
Hyrule didn’t hear their questions and instead looked up at Time timidly, “Can we please leave this awful place, Time?”
He’d had enough. Monsters he could do. Mobs of them? No problem. Ghosts- especially a ghost hand that apparently lives in a toilet? That was pushing it.
Time glanced down at him. Unable to withstand the pitiful look the younger Hero was pulling, Time sighed and ruffled his hair.
“We might as well, or we’ll end up paying for repairs.”
The others cheered.
“Oh thank goodness!” Legend breathed a sigh of relief, immediately disappearing into his room and tossing out his, Warrior, and Sky’s belongings, “Let’s hurry up and go then!”
Wind and Wild dashed into their own to do the same, shoving packs into Twilight, Time, and Four’s hands.
“We’ve got everything!” Wild cheerfully declared, tossing his bag over his shoulder, “Let’s get outta here!”
“What in tarnation..!” A voice cried out from behind them.
Time’s eye marginally widened as the Heroes started and whipped their heads ‘round to find a shocked and fuming innkeeper standing behind them.
Warrior was the first to recover, barking out an order the Links didn’t hesitate to execute,
“Run!”
