Hidden away from even the most prying eyes is a tiny, almost quaint cave. A mat, lying before entrance, has its “Welcome” treaded on by a booted foot. Into the cave runs a large figure in a black coat, panting from what would seem to have been a long trek. The figure reaches up with a gloved hand and removes the cloak’s hood, revealing the perspiring head of a Goron.

Stepping a little further into the cave, the Goron looked straight into the shadows thrown against the far wall. Out of the black steps a short, similarly cloaked figure. In a commanding, but strangely high-pitched voice, the small figure spoke to the Goron:

“Did you get the harp?”

The Goron bowed his head in sorrow, but did not speak. The smaller figure’s eyes widened a little:

“DID YOU?!”

This time, the Goron looked up; he was peculiarly frightened for someone his size, and he averted his eyes from the tiny figure’s glare as he spoke in a muted whisper:

“No…”

Furious, the miniscule figure yelled at the Goron; quite funny-sounding in his squeaky voice:

“WHAT?!?! HOW COULD YOU FAIL?!?!”

Tears began to well up in the Goron’s eyes, as he spoke in a quivering voice to his cohort:

“Dust cloud go away too fast! Me not get it in time! Me sorry!”

The smaller figure groaned and stepped closer to the Goron:

“You are going to go back and get that harp, and you are going now!”

The collar of the Goron’s cloak was now slightly soaked with tears, and the Goron’s voice cracked as he spoke:

"But you promised to read to Geo!!!"

Now filled with anger, the small figure began to hop up and down while yelling at the Goron.

"Dammit, Geo! I'm not gonna read to you until you get that harp!"

"But me want know where Spot run NOW!!!"

The tears dissapeared and his sadness turned to rage; the Goron brought his large fist down on a small wooden table in the center of the cave. Turned to mere splinters by the impact, the table’s remains showered the two. The small figure began to hop once more:

"No! Especially not after what happened at Beeko's Wholesale last Saturday!"

Geo looked almost frightened at what he had done, and had begun to collect the fragments of wood when the smaller figure spoke. Dropping the pieces on the floor, the Goron turned to his companion and spoke in a voice you would expect from a child, trying to justify his misdeeds.

"But old lady laugh at Geo!! She say only one free sample!!!"

The tiny figure abandoned his jumping to fling his arms in the air in frustration:

"Still! You can't go around killing random people! That's my job!!!"

Just then, a man appeared in the doorway. He donned a cap on his head, and a messenger bag hung at his side. In his hand he held a few letters.

“Mail…”

Before anyone could register the man’s identity, a glint of metal flashed in the air. With a resounding “whoosh”, a dagger flew across the cave and towards the man. Finding its mark just to the right of his head, the dagger was stuck in a sign that read “Cave, sweet cave”. Eyes widened, the postman spoke in a tiny voice:

“…call.”

The small figure glared at the postman, then grabbed a stool and walked over while dragging it in tow. Placing the stool underneath the sign, he climbed up onto the seat. Taking the dagger from the sign, he held it to the man’s neck; having to stay on the stool in order to reach. In a growl of a voice (despite its squeakiness), the small figure spoke to the postman.

“What do you think you’re doing!? Can’t you see we’re having a top-secret evil meeting here!?!”

The postman attempted to speak in his defense:

“The mat said welcome…”

Consequently, the dagger was pushed uncomfortably closer to the man’s neck. Without moving the knife, the small figure turned his head in the direction of the Goron:

“Dammit, Geo! I told you to flip the mat over!”

Geo, too, spoke in his own defense:

“No… you tell Geo to get harp!”

The small figure sighed and shook his head.

“Whatever, just… go flip the mat over.”

The Goron seemed to brighten up a little at this demand:

“So, I no have to get the harp?”

Now furious once more, the small figure flung his arms up in frustration:

“YES, YOU STILL HAVE TO GET THE HARP!!!”

Meanwhile, the postman tried to use his temporary freedom to inch towards the entrance, but he was too slow; before he could reach it, the small figure shoved his dagger through the postman’s sleeve. Thankfully, that particular part of sleeve had no flesh behind it, but the man was now pinned to the wall. The small figure glared at his captive:

“Where do you think you’re going? Oh, no; you’re staying right here!”

Then, turning to Geo, the figure spoke in his commanding voice once more:

“Listen and listen good, Geo. You’re gonna go flip over the mat and then you’re gonna GO GET THAT HARP!!! Capiche?”

The Goron looked a little confused. Recognizing his expression, the smaller figure sighed:

“What is it now?”

The Goron bowed his head as he replied:

“I….no know what ‘capiche’ mean…”

The smaller figure groaned and put his head in his hands:

“Just…just go, alright?”

Nodding, Geo turned and walked out of the cave. Following close behind, the smaller figure mumbled incoherently under his breath. When he passed the postman, however, he spoke:

“I’ll deal with you later…”

As the smaller figure exited the cave, the postman uttered a single sound:

“Eep!”

OOC: If you're reading this, then you obviously managed to find my topic! Yay! But, unfortunately, you can't post here. Sorry, but I need to keep this secret...

Actually, I changed my mind. You can post, but only in OOC. If you want to sing praises, go ahead, but all I ask for is a tally of who's seen it and who hasn't.

Oh, and by the way, my topic at the Stock Pot Inn will be posted later today or this weekend. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

OOC: I found it first!
Hey, nice story Victor, is actually pretty funny, and makes us know what sort of guys you're up to, keep up the good work. By the way, the squeaky voice sounds to me like a deku

OOC:
*Laughs* Very nicely done, Victor. It reminds me quite a bit of cartoons with hysterical villians and idiotic henchmen. I love it! *Laughs some more...*

OOC: Well, that's what it's supposed to be! Except, the villians themselves might not be too smart, either...

Anyways, yeah. My next topic has been posted at the Inn, but I'm sure you've all heard already. Go check it out!

OOC: hey! that was awsome! you know what you should do? you should wright an actual legend of zelda book! I would buy it! great story! keep up the good work! i felt sorry for geo.
PS: what does OOC mean?

OOC: Thanks for the praise, but I'm way too lazy to write a Zelda book. And besides, it's not like other members here couldn't write one that's ten times better!

Anyways, "OOC" stands for "out of character".

OOC:What?!I always thought it meant "out of conversation", but I think the idea is the same