A heart, the universal symbol for love and the key holder of the box of feelings, why does a bloodthirsty killer suddenly obtain one after meeting an everyday girl such as yourself?

Your cousin Ben dies, and his old Nintendo 64 and mysterious Majora's Mask game gets passed down to you. Can't be harmless, right? But you soon come to realize that this game isn't exactly what it seems.

Read at your own risk! Contains: One deranged killer who wears pink boxers. One little blonde elf.. Midget... Thing. One extremely Dark and handsome Link. One monochrome clown obsessed with his swirly cone nose. A sarcastic doctor named after a facial expression with a psychopathic twin brother. And of course... YOU! (And also several scenarios guaranteed to at least make you smile with minimal spelling errors and swearing) [Disclaimer: All creepypasta belong to their original owners. AKA: Not me. Except for my OC, Smirky. He's mine. And myself, Phantom, of course.]