"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS SHE?" the boy shrieked, struggling to throw off Peach and Zero-Suit Samus as they held him back from attacking Ganondorf.

The man looked at him in mild surprise, taking in the child's disturbing physique meshed with the unmistakable garb, expression, and appearance of his greatest foe. Something was clearly amiss.

"WHERE IS SHE?" the child cried again, sobs wracking the diminutive frame that contrasted so starkly from the more humanoid figures around him. "WHERE'S TETRA?"

Ganandorf could only stare, not understanding what the child was or what he wanted. The boy's disturbingly cartoonish eyes were somehow more expressive than any others he'd ever seen—pain, fear, hatred, confusion…!

Zelda approached hurriedly, with Link—the ordinary Link—walking more slowly behind her. "No, no, you don't understand," she chanted while the boy looked at her with surprise mingled with horror. "He's not your, your Ganondorf. He doesn't know you."

The child's wide, enormous eyes were uncomprehending. This was all wrong, a mistake, he didn't understand. It was wrong that he'd been sailing, and then the pirates had disappeared without warning. And then, when he'd left the King to investigate, another version of himself was on otherwise-empty the pirate's ship. And the other version was older and grotesquely proportioned, and the boy couldn't understand why he was being attacked. He had fought so many battles…but none like this. And he lost to the other, older boy with his own clothes and his own attacks and his own face—

And then he wasn't on or near the King or the pirate ship anymore, and the stone Tetra had given him was cold and lifeless in his hand while more of these physically impossible people, impossible for the world he'd lived in all his life, told him that he was to fight with them, to fight them, to fight. And he didn't want to fight and he was still scarred and bruised and sweat was plastered to his forehead from the previous fight and then he'd seen Ganon.

"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?" the boy continued to shriek, though little by little he was being carried further and the women were making soothing noises in an attempt to calm him down. Link walked behind, his mouth set in a thin line. He looked back at Ganandorf as the child's screams faded into the distance and became bitter sobs. Their eyes met and no words were exchanged, but Ganandorf understood the warning.

Toon Link joined your team!