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skyward-floored · 2 months

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Alright more downfall Incredibles au, comes after this fic where the boys meet Legend.

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It took them over an hour to find the house and street Legend had mentioned— mostly because Four and Wind kept getting distracted.

This place was so weird, like a warped version of their own world, and Wind hated the way it made his skin crawl. They saw another super like Legend go by at one point, similar dark bands on her wrists, but Wind didn’t know who it was. She’d seemed sad though, even from the distance he saw her at.

I guess that’s not too surprising what with how Legend was acting.

Wind looked uneasily at a billboard on the side of a building, and moved closer to Four. It felt like there were posters and signs up everywhere, talking about the “greater good” and “doing your part”, and Wind read one that talked about how unregistered supers were a threat to the public, and a number to call if you saw suspicious activity.

It made his skin crawl, and when Four tugged his sleeve, Wind froze as he saw the poster with Warriors’s face on it. Their uncle was in costume and smiling quite charmingly, and Wind couldn’t resist taking a closer look, squinting at the poster and frowning at the image.

He was pretty sure that was the face Warriors made when he was faking.

Four tugged him on, and Wind reluctantly left the image of their uncle behind, a pang of longing hitting him. They’d only been here a few hours, but he already missed the rest of his family, badly.

At least I’m not alone, he thought, looking at Four. He didn’t know what he would do if he wasn’t here.

Four gave him a small smile when he saw him looking, and they held hands the rest of their walk.

They did finally find the street Legend had directed them to, and Wind was relieved to see that this area of town seemed more normal. It just looked like a regular residential area with trees and houses, and not nearly as many posters.

He and Four walked down the sidewalk, looking intently for a pink mailbox, and Four finally pointed it out. They walked up the path, and both of them stared up the the building in silence.

The house was... their house, actually. But not the one they lived in now. It was one of the ones Wind didn’t remember living in himself, but he’d seen pictures before, and it matched one of the ones he remembered seeing. Maybe it was from when Legend was a baby? He couldn’t remember.

He and Four exchanged looks, then walked up the steps, Wind ringing the doorbell with a nervous feeling. It opened a few moments later, and Four and Wind both froze, staring at the woman who’d come to meet them, drying a plate with a dish towel.

“Mo— uh... Mrs. Forester?” Wind stuttered, trying not to stare.

Their mother looked so sad, the sparkle in her eye dimmed, a weary look on her face. She looked older too, flecks of grey in her hair, lines by her eyes that didn’t exist in their version of her.

She looked... grieved.

And suspicious, though she hid it fairly well, leaning casually on the doorframe.

“Speaking. What do you need, hon?” Malon said, voice tired, but gentle as she looked at Wind. Before Wind could try and figure out what to say though, Malon’s gaze landed on Four, and she dropped the plate she’d been holding, sending it shattering across the floor.

“Link?!” she gasped, a hand going to her mouth. Then she looked at them closer, and her gaze dimmed. “No, you’re not... oh, goodness I’m terribly sorry, that was...”

“It’s okay,” Wind quickly reassured, and Four nodded, casually shaking some broken plate off his foot. “We’re sorry, did we disturb you?”

“Oh, no hon you didn’t, I’m so sorry, you just... reminded me of someone,” Malon said quietly, then breathed in a deep breath. “What can I help you two with?”

“We’re... um, friends of the rabbit?” Four said. Malon’s eyes widened.

“Goodness you should have said so sooner, come in, quickly now,” she said hurriedly, and Wind and Four stepped over the broken plate pieces. Malon looked around outside behind them, then firmly shut the door. “You two go sit, I’ll clean this up and be with you in a jiffy.”

She shooed them towards the living room, and Wind and Four exchanged looks before heading in.

The space looked... weirdly like their own living room, actually. Though less cluttered, and with some different pieces of furniture. Wind sat down on the couch, feeling a little relieved when he saw some wolf fur stuck on the cushions, and Four looked at the handful of pictures on the mantelpiece, picking up an unfamiliar one with just Legend and Twilight in it.

“Wind... where do you think Wild and Hyrule are?” he asked quietly, and Wind looked at Four, the uncomfortable lump in his stomach getting bigger.

It was a good question. Legend had said he only had one brother, and based on the pictures on the mantle, Twilight was who he’d been talking about. Wind and Four just... didn’t exist here, but Wild and Hyrule had both been adopted, so they must still be around somewhere.

The question was... where?

“I don’t know,” Wind whispered, and they didn’t say anything further until Malon joined them in the living room. She looked much calmer, and less suspicious as well, smiling at the two as she walked in.

“All right friends of the rabbit, what can I do for you?” she said, holding a tray with some cups of milk on it.

Wind took one and sipped at it, feeling comforted at the familiar flavor of Lon Lon milk. It tasted exactly the same, and he drank nearly all of it in one gulp.

“We’re not exactly sure?” Four admitted, moving to stand next to the couch as he took a cup of his own.

“Yeah. Le— um, Infrared didn’t really explain why we should say that,” Wind admitted, and Malon nodded.

“He probably didn’t have the time if he sent you here without him. It’s code, basically means you’re unregistered, or recently escaped, just a super in need of some kind of help. We’ve been assisting folks where we can, but... it isn’t easy,” she admitted softly. “Are you two unregistered?”

“That’s what he said,” Wind shrugged. “We’re... kind of not from around here.”

“Must be pretty far if you don’t know what’s going on,” she said in surprise, sitting down on the chair opposite them. “Are you boys over from Labrynna, or Hytopia or something?”

Wind and Four gave each other hesitant looks.

Should they tell this version of their mother the truth? Legend wouldn’t have sent them here if he didn’t trust her, and she seemed more than willing to help them, waiting patiently for them to finish their silent conversation of head tilts and eyebrow movements.

But they’d only just gotten here, and she wasn’t their mother. And after the strange reception from Legend and the messy state of this world, Wind wasn’t sure if they should trust her.

But...

She was still Mom.

And even the idea of lying to his mother’s face about something like this left a rotten taste in his mouth.

Four gave Wind a slightly pleading look as he considered, and Wind exhaled, giving him a small nod.

“You boys don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Malon assured when the silence had dragged for an awkward amount of time. “We can help you regardless.”

“No, that’s okay, we...” Wind trailed off, and wondered exactly how he should put it. How do you tell someone that you’re a child they never had?

“This is going to sound insane,” Wind began slowly, “but we... um...”

“You’re our Mom,” Four blurted out, then immediately looked embarrassed at the slip.

“What he means to say,” Wind quickly added when he saw the look on Malon’s face, “is that we’re... from a different dimension, or world or timeline or something. You’re our mom there.”

Malon looked between the two, face gone pale.

“You... you’re serious?” she whispered, and Four and Wind both nodded.

Malon stared at them in silence for a solid minute, studying their features, and her gaze turned soft the longer she looked at the two.

“I... I can see a resemblance,” she said softly, and leaned forward, almost cautiously taking Four’s chin in her hand. He let her, and she gently tilted it to the side. “Oh... you really are the spittin’ image of Link.”

“And I’ve got your eyes,” Wind added a little shyly, and Malon nodded, looking at him warmly.

“That you do. I... goodness I don’t know how else that would explain things,” she whispered to herself, pulling back and looking between them both. “We always wanted more kids...”

Malon trailed off, then took in a steadying breath, setting her hands in her lap. Wind noticed they were shaking.

“How did you boys end up here?” she asked softly.

“It’s... kind of complicated. I don’t totally know how,” Wind said. “A villain sent us here, but I don’t know what he did to us. All I saw was a flash of light, and then Dad yelled and suddenly we woke up here.”

Malon’s face went white, and her hand raised to cover her mouth again. Wind and Four exchanged looks, and Wind hesitantly leaned forward when she didn’t say anything.

“M— Mrs. Forester? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

Malon breathed out slowly as she lowered her hands back to her lap, and she looked at them for a long time before replying.

“Yes. I’m sorry boys, this has all just... this is a lot,” she admitted quietly. “Your... Dad, is his name..?”

“Link,” Four confirmed. “But he goes by Time.“

Malon went quiet again, and something cold slipped into Wind’s stomach. What she’d said so far had planted a thought in his head, one he didn’t like, especially with the way she’d reacted at the mention of their dad, and the grief in her eyes...

“Did something happen to him?” Wind whispered.

Malon sighed.

“...Yes,” she said quietly, and Wind felt his insides turn into ice. “He was killed a few years ago.”

Four stumbled, and Wind caught his arm, keeping him upright even though he thought he might fall to the ground himself.

Their Dad... he was...

Malon seemed to realize exactly what that meant for the two of them as Four abruptly sat down. His eyes were watering, and Malon reached out and took both of their hands in hers.

“I’m so sorry boys, I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that,” Malon said in a worried voice. “I didn’t consider how he’s your...”

“It’s okay,” Four said shakily, quickly wiping his eyes. “I know he’s okay at home, I...”

He let out a slow exhale, and Wind squeezed his arm. Four squished himself up to his side, and Wind put his arm around him, not letting his own tears fall. He was the older sibling here. Four needed him to be strong right now. And their version of Time was back at home, safe and sound.

He just needed to remember that.

Malon squeezed their hands, and Wind and Four took a minute to get a hold of themselves, Four firmly wiping his eyes, and sitting up straight. Wind was impressed he didn’t split.

“I never got your names,” Malon realized, and Wind appreciated the subject change after the heaviness of the previous several minutes. “I don’t suppose they’re...”

“We’re both Link,” Wind said with a small smile, and Malon returned it, a soft chuckle escaping her.

“I suppose some things stay the same.”

“We’ve got nicknames though,” Wind continued. “I’m Wind, and this is Four. Or Smithy. Depends how badly you need his attention.”

“Wind and Four. It’s... it’s nice to meet you,” Malon said a little thickly, and Wind didn’t know quite how to reply. “This is all a lot, and I... I want to believe you two, I think I just need to... think, first. But regardless, you two are welcome to stay here for as long as you like. I have beds set up in the basement for situations like this.”

“Thank you,” Four said quietly. Wind gave his shoulder another squeeze, and Four looked up at Malon. “And I... I’m sorry for your loss.”

Malon gave him a look that was too sad to ever belong on her face.

“Thank you hon.”

#poor Time #unless..?#writing from the floor #downfall iau #fic #kinda messy but I’m trying not to be too picky with this au #and yeah Infrared is Legend’s hero name #in this version anyway #I kinda like it though so I might stick with it

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