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Skull kid's eyes burned their familiar intense orange as he watched from the store's rafters. His darkened face and body were wrapped within the shriveled leave garments he had crafted himself in the lost woods, his signature corn husk hat casting a shadow upon his forever hidden face. He looked down upon a peculiar man tending to his shop, his back mostly arched as he examined his wears. And wear these wears you could, masks populated every single inch of his shop. It seemed as if this middle-aged man had created his own colorful world within his limited space.

Skull Kid licked his chapped lipped as he patiently waited upon the creaking rafters of this establishment. Three days had he been perched up here, three days had he watched the citizens of Hyrule dance upon the cobblestone streets paved centuries ago. "They look like they were having so much fun, why aren't I having fun? Because Link, that's why. He said he was my friend and he USED to come and play with me in the lost woods, but he just stopped. B-but why did he stop? Because he's a jerk that's why! He said I could be his friend, but after just 50 years he stops coming?! What kind of friend is that?! I want friends!! Why does link get all the friends, who dance in the street for him?! Who are actually his friend!! I WANT FRIENDS!!..."
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Many a night could these voices be heard from the attic of the Maskman's shop, usually after a long day of prerecreational dancing was enacted as the eve of the festival started to draw closer. Skull Kid had been throughly devastated as Link, one of his only companions, stopped coming to the lost woods. Skull Kid could just not take it, he could not comprehend Link's inevitable mortal death, so he just blamed the Hero himself. Tatl, Tael, both of them were gone as well. He blamed Link for that, too. So as the grief-stricken Skull Kid peered down upon the most recognizable Mask salesman below, he looked frantically  for the only friend that would truly never leave him.

Majora


Finally! Months of tracking, searching, starving on the dirt roads of Hyrule and he had finally found it! "Majora!" the overjoyed forest boy screeched as the salesman displayed the mask upon one of his many racks, starting to price it as Skull Kid came tumbling down from the rafters. He pryed the mask from it's comfortable position on the shelf and immediately put it on, the cavity within the wood ornament fitting nicely over the charred Stalfos-child's face. "He-he hee.. He-he, He-he he-Heee... HE-HEE, HA-HA HAAAA!!", the little troubled boy cackled. Skull Kid didn't care who heard his spine chilling laugh within or without the confined shop. He had found Majora's mask, he was going to have a friend again, he was going to be happy, he was going to- 'Nothing's happening.'

The realization burned Skull Kid like Skultala venom (which he had much experience with). The mask was slung away from his face in an instant, the bottom of the item cracking as it came harshly into contact with the floor. 'This isn't Majora! This mask lied to me!' cried the many voices within Skull Kid's head. He looked up for something to break, something to burn this deceiving copy with, but all he came across was the astonished face of the mask salesman. As quick as a light Skull Kid disappeared into the many shadows near the back of the shop. He had blown his cover, and all for what? "A FAKE?!" the mini-Stalfos whispered as he looked over the slender shop keeper from his discreet place in the shadows.

Skull Kid's unnatural Amber eyes started to burn into the Mask Salesman's, as he waited for a reason not to silence this witness with a quick taste of death (another pain he was familiar with).
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