#fun times right?

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless

Tags/Warnings: Canon-typical violence, possession

Wild equips Majora’s mask, and the leftover darkness inside takes over.

Read it on AO3!

Puppet Boy

“Wild?” Twilight inched closer to the champion, brushing off Warriors’ cautious hand. He squeezed between Hyrule and Four; both took uneasy steps back.

The teen in question was frozen in place, stuck in the motion of placing a mask on his face. That mask… the eyes bore into him, giving him the sense that someone- no, something was watching.

Wild slumped forward, causing shouts of alarms to raise among the heroes. Twilight felt a hand on his shoulder pull him back. Time stepped in front of him, the slightest of tremors visible in his hands.

“I don’t-” The cook’s voice was quiet, cutting off as his body jerked up robotically, forcing him to stand. Time’s eye never left Wild, cataloging every little movement and sound.

“Get your weapons and shields.” Wild’s arms had jerked back up to the mask, hands gripping at the edges. Sharing a look, the remaining 7 heroes snapped into action, gathering what they were told.

“What’s wrong with Wild?!” The way the mentioned hero was moving was like someone was tugging on strings, forcing his arms and upper body to sharply move. Wild’s hands were forced off the mask- the way his arms hung made him look like a puppet.

That wasn’t Wild anymore. Not completely.

“I- I’m sorry.” He twitched violently before falling still.

The mask shook, as if it were taunting someone childishly. Time felt his lungs stutter, refusing to move his gaze away, locked in with whatever evil swirled inside the painted wood, whatever evil that had possessed Wild.

“Old man, he’s got a knife-“ Time was barreled over by the teen, bringing his hands up in time to catch his wrists, stopping the weapon just inches from his face. Wild did not relent. With a yell, the older hero forced the other up, using his leg to knock the teen over.

Wild broke out of the grapple and rolled away, standing up with an unnatural speed. The mask shook again, more violently this time, and it dawned on him; it was forcing him into a backwards game of cucco. If he wanted to win, Time had to rely on the possessor’s moves.

In a flash of silver, the knife was thrown at him, Wild’s body tilted to the side as the mask mocked and laughed. And Time- Time didn’t have a shield, or his armor. He was open and exposed, he couldn’t dodge or roll, that would leave the others vulnerable. So he stood there, frozen, watching the knife fly closer, almost as if it was in slow motion. He didn’t want the journey, or his life, to end like this.

A shield was brought in front of him, the knife sinking into the wood.

“How do we win this?” Warriors. The captain lowered his shield, plucking the protruding weapon out and tossing it to the side. Wild made no move towards it.

Time knew that whatever the aftermath was would leave Wild hurt. He would come out of this possessed state aware of everything that had transpired.

“We have to get that mask off,” he shifted his stance, “Wars, Twi, you two will need to help me pin him down, but we have to keep him distracted long enough.”

“Say no less.” The other heroes had come up behind him, all brandishing different items. They quickly spread out, forming a slightly misshapen circle around the possessed hero.

Wild lunged at him, the entity of the mask sensing the challenge, accepting the challenge. Time may not be as spry as the others, but he knew how to dodge and draw out a fight. He rolled out of the way, causing Wild to skid, nearly slamming headfirst into a tree. Without a chance to right himself, Wild was flipped into the air with a ball of gold magic. He landed on his front with a thud, but staggered up, the mask twitching angrily, locking on to Time. Wild rushed at him in a full-out sprint.

The force knocked Time to ground, and his head slammed against it, disorientating him enough for the possessed Wild to climb on top of him. Time was uncomfortably close to the painted wood, but with that proximity, he could hear Wild. Wild was muttering a mantra under the mask.

A familiarly colored whip wrapped around the champion’s waist, and with a faint yell, was pulled towards Sky. Time scrambled up and straddled Wild’s torso, pinning his arms with his legs. Twilight and Warriors rushed in, pinning his legs into the ground. Sky, having dropped the handle of his whip, dropped at Wild’s head and grabbed it, forcing his head to stay still.

Taking a deep breath, Time lodged his fingers under the mask, bumping against Wild’s jaw. Whispering an apology, he pulled. A scream ripped out of Wild, and he could feel him trying to thrash. He tugged harder, tearing another scream from Wild, and he felt the mask give way, ripping the rest of it from the teen’s face.

Wild screamed as the mask peeled from his face. The wooden item was tossed to the side once he was free. Tears were streaming down his face, and sobs tore out of his chest.

“I’m sorry- I couldn’t,” he hiccuped, “I couldn’t hold it back.” Time removed himself from Wild, watching the other three copy him. Twilight gathered him in a hug, holding him there as he wept.

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Okay you can’t tell me that Vlad doesn’t have an organ somewhere in his mansion. Upon learning of this, Danny would teach himself how to play the Haunted Mansion theme on the organ and play it at 2am.

Vlad Masters is away on business in Gotham, and the Fentons are coincidentally there for a symposium on ecto-activity. So it’s perfect! Except he goes to the wrong house, er mansion.

Honestly, Danny thought it was one of Vlad’s many mansions. Scaring the old man is his favorite activity after all. There’s a higher amount of ectoplasm here, so it has to be Vlad’s place right?

When Bruce comes out (on one of his few nights off) and sees his carbon copy playing the organ, all thoughts fly out of his head. Danny finally looks up and also blue screens. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until Danny’s cell phone rings (the ghostbusters theme??) and he panics. He jumps up and makes a break for the other door rushing through apologies “SorryWronghousegottagobye!” And runs out of the room. “Wait! Who are you?”Bruce exclaims as he rushes after him. They’re on the second story in one of the rooms he rarely uses. How did he know where the organ was? No matter. He’ll catch the kid on the stairs.

Except the kid is already almost at the bottom. How did he get down so effortlessly? The kid practically floated down the stairs.

Bruce gets to the foyer just in time to see the kid realize the door was dead-bolted in multiple spots. He won’t be able to undo them all before Bruce catches up to him.

He slows down and stands behind a pillar, assessing his next move. He needs to be careful here. This is a child after all, no need to spook him any more than he already has. He needs to slowly approach, and ask his questions.

But then the kid does the unexpected. After looking around frantically, he takes a deep breath. Two rings form around his middle and travel up and down his body. His black hair turns ghostly white. He looks back, almost directly at Bruce. His eyes widen as if he realizes he’s being watched. He whispers, barely loud enough to hear, “I’m so sorry, please don’t follow me.” Then, he backs through the locked door and vanishes.

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