This post can be summed up in two words: herp and derp.
I've got two things for you this afternoon: image and fic. The image comes from me finding the Majora's Mask creepypasta that's been floating around lately and linking it to my brother, given that he still owns the game and played it quite a bit back in the N64's heyday. This followed:
I love my brother. I really do.
The fic I actually wrote the other night - I mentioned it to fuzziesquish in my BBS commentary post. It is 100% canonically inaccurate, proven so by canon that was released two and some change years before I wrote it. The fact that I haven't seen the secret movie at the end (and if you spoil me I will end you) either. So yeah, this pretty much boils down to Kia Wrote a Thing. Despite that, there are still REALLY BIG SPOILERS FOR TERRA'S ENDING. Yes. You are warned.
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There were days when he wondered if he couldn’t have done something different. He pored over every decision, always distant and calculating because he literally could not do it any other way - not anymore - always wondering where one right turn, one different action, might have led.
It was futile, he knew. The entire mess had been orchestrated by the same man who had left him in this state. He could imagine different outcomes all he wanted; the reality was always the same. Events that had happened days, then months, then years ago would not be changed by him considering what he could have done.
There were worse things to think about.
With his heart lost to the darkness and his body taken by the man who had led him astray, all that was left to him was his mind, his armor, and a lingering sense of promise. He would make this right.
And so he waited and he watched. Traveling the paths between worlds became simple; creatures attracted to emotions or to hearts found no interest in a being who possessed neither. He no longer needed his armor for protection; it now served a very different purpose.
He was there on those islands, hoping to find the same warmth he’d experienced before, watching from a distance as three children constructed a simple raft, hoping to reach other worlds.
He was not there when their home fell apart. Years of reflection still had not prepared him to witness destruction of that nature again.
Instead, he watched destruction of a different kind, as the one he had chosen to carry on his legacy made his same mistakes, followed the same people who had led him away from his friends, and fell to the same person who had left him nothing more than steel armor and iron will. He saw friendship, the power he had vowed to fight for, save the boy from himself. He witnessed the boy’s struggle, watched him finally do what he himself might have done all those years ago: accept the darkness within, as well as the light. It seemed even now he still had much to learn.
He was not unprepared when the chance to meet the new Keybearer arose - not the one he had chosen, but another, brighter light. He had battled the boy, but was somehow unsurprised at his own defeat. The boy’s heart was strong - not with the power he himself once desired, but with a different kind of strength - the kind he had seen in his friends.
The dust of the battle settled. Wordlessly, he retreated, ready once again to fulfill his role as a watcher, only to see the boy greet his friends with a smile, prepared to rush headlong into whatever situation needed his touch, relying on the strength of his heart and his bonds with his friends to see him through. Inside that steel armor, near empty for so long, a slow warmth grew where his heart might once have been.
After a decade of loneliness, for the first time in years, Terra felt hope.
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...I like my headcanon better. :|
Expect more BBS commentary later tonight, as I'm heading to Lynx's in a few to take advantage of her generosity once again. Look for that in a few hours.
I love my brother. I really do.
The fic I actually wrote the other night - I mentioned it to fuzziesquish in my BBS commentary post. It is 100% canonically inaccurate, proven so by canon that was released two and some change years before I wrote it. The fact that I haven't seen the secret movie at the end (and if you spoil me I will end you) either. So yeah, this pretty much boils down to Kia Wrote a Thing. Despite that, there are still REALLY BIG SPOILERS FOR TERRA'S ENDING. Yes. You are warned.
~~*~~
There were days when he wondered if he couldn’t have done something different. He pored over every decision, always distant and calculating because he literally could not do it any other way - not anymore - always wondering where one right turn, one different action, might have led.
It was futile, he knew. The entire mess had been orchestrated by the same man who had left him in this state. He could imagine different outcomes all he wanted; the reality was always the same. Events that had happened days, then months, then years ago would not be changed by him considering what he could have done.
There were worse things to think about.
With his heart lost to the darkness and his body taken by the man who had led him astray, all that was left to him was his mind, his armor, and a lingering sense of promise. He would make this right.
And so he waited and he watched. Traveling the paths between worlds became simple; creatures attracted to emotions or to hearts found no interest in a being who possessed neither. He no longer needed his armor for protection; it now served a very different purpose.
He was there on those islands, hoping to find the same warmth he’d experienced before, watching from a distance as three children constructed a simple raft, hoping to reach other worlds.
He was not there when their home fell apart. Years of reflection still had not prepared him to witness destruction of that nature again.
Instead, he watched destruction of a different kind, as the one he had chosen to carry on his legacy made his same mistakes, followed the same people who had led him away from his friends, and fell to the same person who had left him nothing more than steel armor and iron will. He saw friendship, the power he had vowed to fight for, save the boy from himself. He witnessed the boy’s struggle, watched him finally do what he himself might have done all those years ago: accept the darkness within, as well as the light. It seemed even now he still had much to learn.
He was not unprepared when the chance to meet the new Keybearer arose - not the one he had chosen, but another, brighter light. He had battled the boy, but was somehow unsurprised at his own defeat. The boy’s heart was strong - not with the power he himself once desired, but with a different kind of strength - the kind he had seen in his friends.
The dust of the battle settled. Wordlessly, he retreated, ready once again to fulfill his role as a watcher, only to see the boy greet his friends with a smile, prepared to rush headlong into whatever situation needed his touch, relying on the strength of his heart and his bonds with his friends to see him through. Inside that steel armor, near empty for so long, a slow warmth grew where his heart might once have been.
After a decade of loneliness, for the first time in years, Terra felt hope.
~~*~~
...I like my headcanon better. :|
Expect more BBS commentary later tonight, as I'm heading to Lynx's in a few to take advantage of her generosity once again. Look for that in a few hours.