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#I was slightly intoxicated and sleep deprived when I wrote thiss
kyoupann · 3 years
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Give me Shadow messing with the others, please and thank you. Four may or may not be aware of this happening. Or he's getting pranked just as hard.
henlo, Silver! Thank you for the prompt! :D
Here’ Shadow messing with some of the boys (and by extension Four), and Four trying to not get kicked out of the group :’D
It started as a series of unrelated events. 
First, the Captain's scarf went missing for hours just to be found hours later hanging from a tree branch. Odd. He didn't think much of it, maybe one of the younger heroes was feeling mischievous, and he could take it. No harm was done. So, with no more than a good laugh, he retrieved the blue garment down. 
"You did it?" Hyrule asked Legend, who simply shrugged and shook his head. 
"Wish I did," was all he said before landing his eyes on the smith packing his stuff. "But I smell a rat." 
Then, one morning Wild woke up to Wind snickering over him. When the youngest couldn't talk over his laughter, he quickly reached for his slate and checked his reflection in the camera rune. Sometime during the night, someone had drawn on his forehead and cheekbones markings similar to those on Twilight's face. After washing his face, he questioned everyone during breakfast and when no culprit was found, Wild declared he would be taking maternity leave for a week and that in the meantime the group would have to feed themselves. Still, no one came forward. In the middle of their distress, Legend glanced at Four, who didn't even spare a reaction to Wild's threat. 
The third instance is what made Legend halt in his step and think. They were traversing an open field. The evening sun burning their brows, not a single cloud in the sky and much less a single tree that could provide them shade. However, what caught his attention was the way his hat swung from side to side over his shoulder; the movement too unnatural to be caused by his step. Definitely, someone was messing with him. He took his hat off and fixed it on his head again, the end hanging over his left shoulder. Not even a minute later, he felt the familiar, slight pull. Annoyed, Legend turned around, ready to glare at whoever was behind him being an absolute pain in the ass. To his surprise, the only one walking behind him was Four, a couple of feet behind him and too distracted by a rock he kept kicking along the way. Legend frowned, but that didn't stop him from catching the small hero's attention and giving him a stern look.
"Stop it." 
Four looked up from his feet, his leg frozen midair ready to kick the rock once more. 
"Oh, sorry. Did I hit you?" 
"Playing dumb won't work, kid." 
Four just gave him a raised eyebrow and a side glance as he speeded past him,  filling the gap between Legend and Sky. Legend scoffed. Well, at least he won't be bothering me anymore, he thought. It was then that his hat was aggressively snatched off of his head and he swore he could feel the faintest, almost ghostly noogie on the crown of his head.
What the fuck.
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With most of the group asleep except for the hero keeping watch and an absurd excuse, Four left the campsite. The moon shining so bright he didn't even need to bring a candle with him, casting sharp shadows. He walked, the light of the campfire disappearing in the background with every step he took. When nothing but the quiet of the forest met his ears and new trees provided him with the privacy he needed, he stopped and looked around, assessing his surroundings. Nothing to be worried about, he was sure; but being cautious wouldn't hurt. 
"I know you're here," he said to particularly no one but himself, his voice trembling with excitement at the end of the sentence.
He waited and, as expected, didn't get an immediate response.
It was one moment later, when his spirits began to waver, that he spotted out of the corner of his eye the deformation of his shadow in the ground. Black tendrils emerged from it and swirled around his legs, going up to his torso like a snake strangling its prey. 
"Hello, there," his body visibly relaxed as he felt the black appendages squeezing his neck snuggly, "I have a favour to ask of you."
The tendrils around his neck quickly backed away, hiding most of its body in Four's shadow, a spiky tip peeking from the blackness.
Four laughed, "you already know, huh?" he bent down to be at eye-level with the tip, "I know you like to mess with them, but could you please stop it for a bit? One of these days you're going to get me in serious trouble."
The tendril recoiled into the shadows completely, and Four knew that if Shadow had a more corporeal form, he would be slumping and groaning dramatically to the skies right now. How dare Link mess with his fun.
Naturally, Four just rolled his eyes, "Oh, well. I guess you could keep it to a minimum. Is that alright?" 
The little spike peeked again from its hiding spot, its posture a bit dejected. 
"huh? not good enough? How about this, you can keep messing with just one of them."
The tendril perked up with interest, but not fully convinced by the offer.
"You get to choose your victim."
And just with that, Four found himself tightly enveloped by a thin mass of darkness. If only he could return the hug the same way without his arms passing through the mass as though it were smoke. Soon crossed his mind and left a wistful smile on his face.
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