#anyway i aimed for a more lighthearted/immature sky and i think he's a bit ooc but this whole short story is goofy anyway so who cares

[gintrinsic-writing]

Mirror vs Open Closet Door: Fight!

When Sky volunteered to share a room with Time and Four, he did so with the anticipation of a peaceful evening. Part of him even imagined how nice it would be to doze off to the quiet notes of an ocarina, or to the steady, soothing rasp of a whetstone. In no way did he anticipate an open closet door. 

“Uh,” he began eloquently, wiggling his chilled toes beneath the covers. “What’s up?”

Time turned away from the now-open closet like it was the most normal thing in the world. He hadn’t even retrieved anything; he’d simply taken one look at the closet, frowned, gotten up, and opened the door all the way. Behind him, the dark closet now loomed ominously, its many hangers like a row of teeth. “Mirror’s on the outside of the door,” Time answered, throwing back his side of the sheets. 

“Ah, that makes sense,” Four said from the end of the bed. He fit perfectly lengthwise, which was something Sky had been trying very hard not to joke about. Now, he had other things to focus on. Namely—

“No it doesn’t?” He glanced between the two of them. “Now the closet’s open.”

Time pinched the room’s single candle between his fingers, plunging the room into darkness. “It’s fine. There’s no draft.”

No draft? Sky mouthed in disbelief. For a moment, that was it. Time settled on his side, apparently comfortable, and Four sighed in contentment. A chime could be heard from the grandfather clock in the common room. Sky counted to ten before he finally balked. “Okay, no, absolutely not.”

Time blinked at him, his eyes barely visible. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Sky repeated incredulously. “You left the closet door open on purpose!”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Sky,” Four said in his most mature (read: annoying) tone. “It’s just a closet.”

Sky forced himself not to grind his teeth in frustration. “If there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he began slowly, “then there shouldn’t be any problem with the mirror.”

“That’s completely different,” Time answered in an even more mature (read: more annoying) tone. 

“No, it’s not! You’re telling me that that—” Sky waved a hand in the general direction of the closet. “—is less creepy than a mirror?”

“Yes,” Time said immediately. 

“No, it’s not.”

“Is too.”

Sky rubbed both hands down his face. “You sound like a child.”

“I am a child,” Time sighed. 

What? Sky thought, frowning open-mouthed. Before he could reply, Four finally sat up, his extra blanket pooling around him. 

“It's not completely scary. There’s plenty of moonlight in here.”

“Yeah, that makes it worse,” Sky muttered. “It’s easier to see.” He risked a glance at the closet, then did a double-take. “Sweet Hylia, I swear it’s bigger than it was before.”

Four’s head whipped around to look. “What? No, it’s not.”

“It is!” He was pretty sure. Like, seventy percent sure.

Suddenly, inspiration struck with a self-satisfied jolt. Sky could be the bigger person here; he could compromise! “Why can’t we just take the mirror down?”

“Tried,” Time said. “It’s glued to the door.”

Sky crossed his arms. “Okay, then how about… I switch rooms. I bet Wind would switch with me.”

“Then the sleeping arrangements won’t work as well,” Four explained. “We split up rooms based on an even Link-per-room ratio.”

“Then I’ll switch with someone close to my size. Warriors.” 

Time snorted. “Won’t work. He’s rooming with Legend; fifty rupees says their closet door is open, too.”

“Then I’ll switch with Legend,” Sky said brightly. It took him a second to realize he’d messed up. “Wait, no, Warriors kicks in his sleep.”

“Mmmhm,” Four answered. They’d all been victims of that unfortunate kind of abuse before. 

“Fine. Twilight’s got a weird thing about mirrors, right? I’ll switch with him.”

“Enjoy Wind’s and Wild’s snoring,” Time said wryly. 

Sky groaned. Time was right, there was no way he could sleep through their combined snores. “This sucks.”

Time snuggled further into the covers. “Too bad.”

“You’re an ass sometimes.”

“I’m so wounded,” Time said around a yawn, and Sky huffed. 

Minutes passed. The closet continued to loom. Sky was afraid he’d see a face if he kept staring inside, but he was also afraid of looking away. Goosebumps broke out across his skin. Maybe, if he was brave enough to leave the bed, he’d wait until they fell asleep and simply close the door. Maybe. 

“Four?” he whispered when he couldn’t take it anymore. “You awake?”

Four sighed. “I am now.”

The question wouldn’t leave him. It was a welcome distraction at this point. “What do you think Time meant when he called himself a child?”

“Dude, I never try to figure him out anymore.”

“...Yeah, fair.”

More minutes. More looming. Sky contemplated the worth of the Triforce of Courage in the face of mundane things. 

Somehow, he fell asleep.