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I'm in Hyrule? - A Zelda Fanfic.

Chapter 1: Linked to a New World

Damn, what a great game. I sigh, and put my Nintendo down; looking at my phone, I see that it's already past midnight.

Tomorrow I will beat Ganondwarf; I am fully prepared for the fight. I have done all the side quests and gathered all the unlockable items.

Soon I guess it will be time to wait another six years before the next game release.

I'm a big Zelda fan, but I don't really have time to play that many video games. I'm busy building my business and going out with my friends, but for the past weeks, I was lost in the world of Hyrule. It's just so exciting compared to real life...

But whatever, time to head to bed. Got to go to work tomorrow, and I need to get a big workout in. I climb into my bed, flip off in my small studio apartment, and quickly fall asleep.

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Five Hours later

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"Click. Click."

Ugh, what's that noise coming from my door? Must be another drunk crashing down the hallway. My apartment complex ain't really known for its reputable residents.

"click"

"BOOM"

Man... what's that loud noise? And what's this sticky liquid coming from my chest? And.....

Oh, shit, I'm floating above my body... it's like I'm in spectator mode in real life. What a freaky dream.

Looking over my apartment, I see a masked figure frantically looking through my meager belongings for something to steal.

HA, I don't have shit to take, so fuck you, robber dude!

Oh my.

I appear to be dead.

That, or I'm hallucinating.

Well, on the bright side, if I am dead, no more student dept to pay off!

I feel something pulling me up; guess it's time to see what the afterlife is.

My upward floating gradually starts speeding up. I fly above my block, city, country, and earth accelerate until a beautiful cosmic view turns into a blur of colors.

Yeah, I'm definitely dead.

Just as I feel like I'm about to reach... well, something, the end, I guess, I stop.

Incredible pain rips across my ethereal form, and just before I lose conciseness, a random thought pops into my head: "I wish I had finished that game..."