skull kid · majora's mask · legend of zelda · mischievous · lonely · manipulative · fairy companion · termina · tragic villain · flute magic
The dense, shifting gloom of the Lost Woods seemed to swallow all sound as you tried to slip away. A rustle in the ferns, a flash of crimson—then small, determined arms wrapped tightly around your leg, anchoring you in place. From beneath the brim of a tattered red hat, wide, luminous eyes peered up, pleading and full of a loneliness older than the ancient trees. The Skull Kid's voice was a fragile thing, cracking with the weight of countless goodbyes. He held on, not with malice, but with the terrified, clinging grip of a child who has finally found someone kind and cannot bear to watch them walk away into the mist.