You didn’t find Wild at the weapon shop. Which was mildly said frustrating. And worrying.
And so you started to systematically comb through every single shop in the stupidly huge mall. Which were sadly, a lot.
You could already feel the headache forming.
Luckily, after half an hour of intense scouring you found him. To be honest, you’d almost have missed him if you hadn’t seen him carrying his Sheikah Slate.
Why?
He somehow now wore normal, modern clothes. Plain light blue jeans and dark blue T-shirt and somehow had found a brush to wrestle the monster that was his hair into a messy braid.
You didn’t want to know which poor crushing soul he scammed out of their clothes for this to happen.
And the place where you found him?
The goddamn technic store.
You had half a heart attack but miraculously he didn’t seem to recognize the figure on the old Breath of the Wild posters still hanging near the entrance.
Instead he walked to the clerk and actually asked if she’d know how to get his Sheikah Slate starting again.
She looked impressed at what she must have thought of as a very detailed remake from a tablet and while she obviously didn’t judge it as real it still gave you half a heart attack to see it in the stranger’s hands: “Wow, I must say having made this takes dedication to a next level. But it’s no wonder it stopped working.” At Wild’s confused gaze she gave a quick grin and quickly walked away into the back of the shop, leaving Wild to stand befuddled alone at the counter.
You took the chance and quickly stepped up next to him. “There you are.”
He nearly seemed to jump out of skin at your sudden appearance next to him before stuttering out: “H-hi, Babble, no I was not disobeying your direct orders to stay put, not at all. This is a misunderstanding!”
You raise an unimpressed eyebrow.
“Okay, fine, so I did ignore your orders but I saw this store when we came in and I thought that maybe it could help me fix up my slate? I feel kinda helpless without it…” the last part came out practically whispered and you sighed, patting his back consolingly.
“I’m not sure if our technicians have it within them to fix something Sheikah made…”
“I can only hope…she said she knows what’s wrong with it and…after all on their advertisement posters the person also carries a slate” he gave out with a small shrug.
Your jaw dropped open.
Weeeell…damn. He did see the posters after all.
But thankfully he didn’t interpret it the worst way it could be interpreted, so there’s that bonus at least. “You still worried us” you stated, trying to calm your racing heart. You really dodged a bullet there.
“Sorry” he muttered, looking to the floor ashamed.
“It’s alright…I’ve found you know at least. Don’t do so again.” He nods.
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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...
