Playing With Knives- LoZ

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Now he definitely knew. Even if he didn't before, he knew now. He had essentially told him that something was wrong. How stupid of him. Twilight probably hadn't realized. And now he surely would. Even if it took a while, he would eventually.

He took out the Sheikah slate and wrote in it. Maybe this would calm him down.

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I yelled at Twilight. Well, I got mad at him. Now he definitely knows what going on. He thought that I was fine, but now he probably knows that I'm not. I pretty much told him straight up that something was wrong.

I was mad. As if that excuses something as stupid as that. It really doesn't. It does the opposite, actually. It just gives me another reason to best myself up.

I feel like I'm going crazy and I don't know why. I just... feel like it. I really don't know what's up with that.

I still feel like crap. Straight up shit rdd ggv dd's haw t.c bbx

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"Wild! C'mon, it's time to eat!"
"Yeah! Time is cooking if you don't hurry up! We'll be eating apples again!"

Wind shouted into the darkness, trying to get Wild to hear. Twilight was starting to get worried. Usually cooking would make him come, especially if someone else doing it was mentioned. But he wasn't coming.

Maybe he was still upset? No, he never sulked this long.
"He probably ran off again. We had a bit of an argument. He might still be mad at me."
Wind looked at him disapprovingly.
"Seriously? You made him mad? Nice move."
Twilight pushed him a little.
"Hey! Quit it. It's not my fault. He was already in a bad mood."

More than a bad mood. But he said nothing about that. He should respect his privacy, even though it wasn't something he should be hiding.

"I'll go look for him. You guys go ahead and eat."
Twilight walked off, leaving the others to decide who would cook. He heard them bickering as he walked their voices growing distant.

"Hey Wind, your grandma makes amazing soup. Do you know how to make it?"
"Yeah. But I don't want to. It would never be as good as when she makes it."
"Aw, come on. You and Twilight are the only ones who can make anything other than cooked apples. Other than Wild, of course."
"Yeah, but it wouldn't be that good. I've only made it two or three times."
"Yeah, and the time you made it for us was amazing!"
"Well, maybe..."

Twilight smiled, listening to the arguing. Hopefully nothing happened to Wild.

Unluckily, he found his Sheikah slate lying on the ground with no sign of Wild anywhere. He picked it up and saw that Wild had been writing in it. He read what he was writing to see if there were any clues as to where he was.

Nothing except a bunch of jumbled nonsense at the end. That couldn't mean anything good.

He kept walking. Not too far from where he found the Sheikah slate, he found a bandage. It had multiple small streaks of blood on the inside of it. He knew what those were from. He picked it up and kept walking.

What happened?

He found blood. A trail of blood. He followed it.

What happened to Wild?

He started running.
He heard shouting. Then it was muffled. Then silence.
He ran faster.

He was scared. Scared of what might have happened. Did Wild do this? Did something else do it?

He ran as fast as he could toward the noises, and soon enough, he came to the largest monster camp he had ever seen. It was huge. It looked like an entire village. He couldn't do this alone. So he took note of where it was and ran back to get the others.

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Wild saw him. But he left. Of course he did. They didn't like him anyway. They'd leave him here to die. And without a sword, too. He had left it back at camp. He had left his things there, too. They'd probably split it up and use it all up. Look at the Sheikah slate and laugh about his journal entries. His quest log. Everything there. How good all of his weapons were even though he couldn't fight for shit.

He sighed. Well, as well as he could through the disgusting cloth covering his mouth. It smelled like monsters, but worse.

He couldn't take it off, either. They had tied up his hands like he was a hostage or something. He probably was. The monsters would probably eat him.

What a terrible way to die. He could think of plenty of much better ways to go. Like being beat to death with a blunt object. Or being alone in the wilderness with nothing. Anything would be better than this.

If only he could reach his knife in his pocket. Then he'd cut the ropes off and try to leave. And if he couldn't leave, he'd do the monster's job for them. He'd already be dead. They wouldn't have to kill him.

Anything would be better than this.

Why did the monsters even do this? The answer was easy. He was a good target. All by himself with no weapons except for a useless pocket knife.

Maybe the others were working with the monsters. Maybe Twilight was just checking to see if the monsters were successful. Probably. Those damn Yiga.

Anything would be better than this.