The Happy Mask Salesman slunk along quietly in the alley, waiting for his contact to arrive. Of course, as usual, she was late. She almost never arrived by the time she said she would. Still, he'd find himself in this exact spot at the same time every week. It was a wonder no one had ever questioned him. But then, no one really ever seemed to notice him.
Today was a little different. A girl stumbled into the alley and shook as she heaved vomit onto the ground. The smell was rank and there was no doubt that there was alcohol involved. The salesman looked at her, amazed that such a small girl could consume enough alcohol to vomit like that.
He ran a hand through his hair and stepped out of the shadows. He came to stand behind her "Need some help? Want me to hold your hair or something?" He asked with his usual smile. It suddenly faded when he saw that she was clearly no ordinary girl. The white hair, the slight glow, the unmistakable aura of magic.
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Skull Kid began his rampage once more, throwing more masks to the floor. Chairs were kicked into the walls and the table flipped completely upside down. Broken bits of mask and lantern littered the floor and, within twenty minutes or so, the boy sat in the middle of the mess. He could be heard sobbing quietly to himself.
Why did everybody leave like that? why did no one ever want to stick around for a little while at least? He couldn't decide which hurt more. The fact that the salesman had left or the fact that he had to sneak out to do it. The boy removed the mask from his face and held it in his hands. He growled, poising to throw it, but the stopped himself.
He brought the mask back to his lap. However angry it had made him, he couldn't bring himself to break it like the others. ll held his interest despite being painfully plain. He flipped it over and mindlessly thumbed the "x" again. What did it mean? Did it really matter what it meant? Did it eve mean anything at all?
He shook his head to clear it and stood up. He attached the mask to his belt. He'd been sitting for far too long. Night had already passed and morning was upon him, the sunlight glaring through the windows and mocking his temper tantrum. He pulled his hat over his eyes and wiped his face clean of tears.
Today he would search for Majora. Surely someone in the town would know where it was. There were going to be thousands of people there. One of them was bound to know something.
He moved to the door, unlocking it and kicking it open. He walked through it and left it open. He didn't care what happened to the shop or to the man who owned it. He even made a mental note to kick the man's shin if he saw him again. He then made another mental note to kill him if he ever found Majora. He'd betrayed the Stalfos child and he would pay. Just like everyone else.
Today was a little different. A girl stumbled into the alley and shook as she heaved vomit onto the ground. The smell was rank and there was no doubt that there was alcohol involved. The salesman looked at her, amazed that such a small girl could consume enough alcohol to vomit like that.
He ran a hand through his hair and stepped out of the shadows. He came to stand behind her "Need some help? Want me to hold your hair or something?" He asked with his usual smile. It suddenly faded when he saw that she was clearly no ordinary girl. The white hair, the slight glow, the unmistakable aura of magic.
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Skull Kid began his rampage once more, throwing more masks to the floor. Chairs were kicked into the walls and the table flipped completely upside down. Broken bits of mask and lantern littered the floor and, within twenty minutes or so, the boy sat in the middle of the mess. He could be heard sobbing quietly to himself.
Why did everybody leave like that? why did no one ever want to stick around for a little while at least? He couldn't decide which hurt more. The fact that the salesman had left or the fact that he had to sneak out to do it. The boy removed the mask from his face and held it in his hands. He growled, poising to throw it, but the stopped himself.
He brought the mask back to his lap. However angry it had made him, he couldn't bring himself to break it like the others. ll held his interest despite being painfully plain. He flipped it over and mindlessly thumbed the "x" again. What did it mean? Did it really matter what it meant? Did it eve mean anything at all?
He shook his head to clear it and stood up. He attached the mask to his belt. He'd been sitting for far too long. Night had already passed and morning was upon him, the sunlight glaring through the windows and mocking his temper tantrum. He pulled his hat over his eyes and wiped his face clean of tears.
Today he would search for Majora. Surely someone in the town would know where it was. There were going to be thousands of people there. One of them was bound to know something.
He moved to the door, unlocking it and kicking it open. He walked through it and left it open. He didn't care what happened to the shop or to the man who owned it. He even made a mental note to kick the man's shin if he saw him again. He then made another mental note to kill him if he ever found Majora. He'd betrayed the Stalfos child and he would pay. Just like everyone else.