Skull Kid felt the crisp, autumn air blow against his face. He looked up. The sun wouldn't be up for another couple of hours. Bracing himself for the criticism about to come, he stepped toward the gate. He took off his hat and pushed it through a gap in the barrier. Then Skull Kid wriggled through the same hole. He fell to the cold bricks, on the other side of the silver gate. Everyone was asleep in their homes. Skull Kid longed for the comfort of a warm house. All that he'd had for the last 3 or 4 days was a log outside of Woodfall. He scampered into the clock tower, hoping to sleep there for the night. He crawled down to the bottom, hoping it would be a little bit warmer.
Skulltulas hung from the ceiling. Luckily, being distantly related, they shared their room. It was musty down on floor 1. The water was filled with algae. Skull Kid felt uneasy, down in the dark. He hummed to himself, trying to feel better. It was hard for Skull Kid to sleep. It had been ever since he was banished from the very town he was staying at. It still wasn't a very big victory. Ever since the mask had left him, he felt empty. He turned over, like he always would to say goodnight to Tael. But Tael wasn't there. Tael was gone. He shuffled and fidgeted, trying to forget how much fun he and Tael shared drawing together. He looked over his shoulder like he always would to say goodnight to Tatl. But Tatl wasn't there. Tatl was gone. He groaned and whined, trying to forget about all the things that Tatl had taught him when they explored Woodfall.
Skull Kid heard a Cuckoo outside of the tower. Another sleepless night for him. But today was the day that he would go to the Great Fairy and apologize for everything that he did. It was the mask's fault. He liked to pull pranks, but he never meant to hurt anybody. Skull Kid wanted to patch everything up, start over anew. He went over to look at himself in the pool of water. Of course. He would always be viewed as a monster. His beak told everyone around him that he was not to be their friend. But it felt like the weight of Goht was resting on his shoulders. He had to tell everyone how sorry he was. Slowly, he started for the ladder.
