This Must be Fate (Link x reader) Act 1 Part 1More Like This
"(Y/n).. it's time.." says a distant robotic voice. "Eh? T-time for what? " you asked, your voice panicked. The mysterious figure began to fade "Hey! Wait don't leave! Time for what?!" And with that.. It was gone.. Leaving you clueless. .
"AHHH!!" You screamed as a gigantic blue bird squawked in your face. You fall off your bed and groan as it spit a letter out at your face. You stare up at the ceiling for a bit then gasp jumping up "Where am I?!" You breath heavily "A-And what's with the giant ass bird?!" You quickly covered your mouth. Hearing a mans voice.
You frantically looked around the room for a mirror. Once you found one, you found your (e/c) orbs replaced with piercing blue eyes, and your (h/c) (h/l) replaced with short dirty blonde/brownish hair.
You blink "oh my god I'm. . I'm sexy!" You shouted blushing. You curiously looked at the letter in your hands, hopping it would tell you what was going on. You were wrong, of course. It read, "Dear Link," 'so
What I Lost“I lost a finger,” Dolph proclaimed in a manner of startling, distant normality to his father, who had just ghosted by him into the kitchen to find something. His father paused like a clogged clock and spun suddenly on a hinge to see and confirm, and Dolph held up his hand to reveal his organic matter’s metallic replacement. “It’s just the pinky one.”More Like This
His father sluggishly pulled up a chair and printed sentences and fragments streamed from the printing compartment on his patchwork-junk face which Dolph had labored so fiercely to build and jumpstart over three years ago. Dolph reached for the receipt paper as it started to curl over and still it came in waves of questions and random echoing thoughts from his father’s scattered processor. The processor was a work in progress still, and one which Dolph was hesitant to change, because unlike a brain it sometimes sputtered with the a