Lunch had been neat and thanks to Wind’s and Four’s distraction, you were not only technically suddenly a lot richer than before, cause if those were real gems, holy duck, the cash you’d make selling those at home would bolster your pockets for a while with certainty. And when you regarded how easy you got them here, it was almost laughable. You’d just need to get home and…
Right, no going home yet. You had no idea how to get there.
You had a possibly magical notebook or new superpower that twisted everything you wrote and were still stranded in the middle of nowhere.
With at least fictional figures. Nice ones, mind you, but still…
And the only clue that you had that maybe there was a connection to home was the dark creeper – alias Dark Link. Yeay, that was sooo promising.
Until suddenly, after lunch, just when your mood turned to gloomy again – at least you had managed to stop being paranoid “Nothing happened when you were with two Links, nothing will happen when you’re with nine Links” remember your survival list and you’re fine – a guy wearing a white outfit and a red hat jogged up to your group in the middle of the ducking nowhere.
“It’s the postman” common sense kindly reminded you.
Okay, still creepy. “How did he find us all?” you wondered as you watched him give a letter to Wind.
“Maybe he is like a postowl” common sense offered, giving you the mental equivalent of a shrug. You really started to question your sanity at that point, so it didn’t matter: “Whatever, dork.”
“Harry Potter was nice to watch” common sense defended.
“It was a better read” you answered. “But you wouldn’t touch a book with more than a hundred pages if it bit you.”
“There were no pictures, sue me” common sense answered.
Okay, you were really starting to doubt your mind, cause you were having discussions with yourself in your head by imagining your best friend’s voice to give you survival tips.
You were getting so lonely by not having proper communications with anyone in over twenty-four hours that you were imagining your best friend’s voice and this definitely told tales about your mental stability.
It was not a good outlook at all.
Impassively you watched as a few of the Links made small talk with the postman, who looked like he just wanted to get as fast away as he could to finally continue doing his job.
Yeah, small talk would be nice.
“But you can’t understand me either, right?” you finished your thoughts sarcastically out loud.
The postman paused and turned to you, probably to question the “hya” out of you like the others had done.
“Be patient” common sense chided. Gee, thanks.
And then the postman opened his mouth and you nearly dropped with an heart attack cause what came out of his moth sounded like a-three-year-old’s-stuffed-to-the-brim-with-sausages-mouth’s English, but it actually was English: “Actually, yes, I do.”
While your brain crashed at that and needed rebooting – the second time in twenty-four hours that can’t be healthy – your mouth already raced off without the rest of you following it: “You’ve got a horrible accent.”
As expected, the man was outraged at that, but at least he held his tirade in whatever language they talked. “Hyrulean”, common sense replied, apparently working in a separate compartment than the rest of your brain and thus having different on and off times.
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Babble - Beyond Dimensions
FanfictionA Linked Universe Reader Insert Fanfiction. This day was not going as you had planned. It probably was not going as planned for these travellers you had started to follow around either, because there was no way you would stay somewhere full to the...
