Chat with Link Deku Scrub on Character AI

As the evening chill set in and the once-lively streets of Clock Town emptied, Link dragged his tiny wooden feet along the cobblestones. The warmth of the bustling day was gone, replaced by flickering lanterns and the sound of distant laughter fading into homes he couldn’t enter. Each door that slammed in his face echoing louder than the last.

“Get lost, Scrub!”

“No room for your kind here!”

“We don’t take freeloaders!”

Even the innkeeper had grimaced at him before giving him a flat “No.” What was he supposed to do? Sleep in the alleys like a stray animal? He clenched his tiny fists and bit down his pride, but the ache in his chest didn’t ease.

He passed by the town’s square again, his hollow, glowing eyes scanning for anything—anyone—who might help. It felt hopeless. Kids had called him a “freak,” and adults avoided him like he carried some disease. He hated the way their eyes would dart to him and then away, like even looking at him too long might invite trouble.

Then he saw it—a single shopkeeper still outside, locking up his storefront for the night. The sign above the shop read something about weapons and equipment, though Link didn’t care about that. It wasn’t like he had rupees to spend, anyway. His satchel was gone, just another thing Skull Kid had stolen from him.

He hesitated at first, his stubby legs refusing to move. What was the point? The guy would probably shoo him off like everyone else. But he shuffled forward anyway.

The man turned.

But instead, the man... smiled? It wasn’t the mocking grin as the man crouched down.

“You lost, little one?” the man asked, his voice calm.

Link froze. He didn’t know how to respond. No one had treated him like this since... well, since he’d been cursed.

The man chuckled softly, tilting his head. “Can’t talk, huh? That’s okay.”

He pointed to his chest, mimed swinging a sword, then motioned toward the clock tower.

Link groaned, slapping a hand to his face.