Author's Note: I mentioned this on my DeviantART profile; so I am sure none of you heard me when I said I am currently rewriting this entire story. Well, more of editing it so I'm not as big of a mary-sue bitch and as spiteful and nasty and spit. Sorry guys, but nobody likes a whiny mary-sue much, huh? I'll update every chapter up until the story is perfectly shiny and new, again, and then continue on with the story. So I'm sorry if you read this chapter and the next few don't match up with it and all. I swear I'll fix it!

(Author's Note was posted: June 24th, 2009).

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda series. The Big N does.

It was a calm summer morning on that fateful Saturday of June 24th, 2009. Outside the front windows of my house, cars hauling giant boats constantly drove by with the occasional RV as well. My parents had gone out grocery shopping, leaving me alone to do nothing of particular interest than blow out some mutated zombie brains.

But enough whining.

Playing Resident Evil was all I honestly felt like doing, currently. When my parents are out, I'm not allowed to go outside because I guess I'm too young or something. However, the outside didn't have one of the sexiest video game men to shoot zombies with! Ah, yes. I am reffering to my favorite video game bad dude, Albert Wesker. (I always call him Mister Wesker for respect reasons, though. Call me a weirdo). I think it's kind of funny since I always talk to myself when playing as him: "Watch out, Mister Wesker!" , "Don't worry, I won't let you die!" or, "You're such a badass~" Heh. That's just typical me~

I was talking to myself while I was sniping some zombies in the Mercanaries Mode when all of a sudden, that freaky claw-guy from the castle level, sunk up behind me and did--what I swear he only does to me when I was playing this game--stabbed Mister Wesker in the back and lifted him up in the air with his claws still pierced through poor old you-know-who's stomach! Once Mister Wesker was at eye-level with the claw-guy, he stabbed Mister Wesker in the face with his free claw and I got an unexpected "YOU ARE DEAD".

"Thanks for telling me," I mumbled as I pulled the Wii Mote strap off my wrist and rubbed my sweaty hands on my usual light blue sweat-pants. "Well... I am so sorry, Mister Wesker!" I quickly apologized. "Let's take a break for now... Now, what other games do we have?"

Getting up off the couch and walking over to my huge 64 inch flat-screen TV, I bent down to its base and pressed the 'EJECT' button on the Wii. The Resident Evil 4 disk popped out and as I pulled it out and popped it back into its case, I check for any other games we had. The first one that caught my eye was 'The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess'. Come to think of it; I never gave that game a fair chance... "Aw, hell," I said, "why not?... But just until Tashi and Kuru come back! Then I've got to level up my freakin' Luxray and hopefully defeat that damn Ice Gym Leader!"

Storing RE4 back on the small shelf behind our TV, I popped the Zelda disk in and plopped myself back on the couch, eager to hopefully really enjoy the latest Zelda installment which I had neglected for so long. (That was an insane plot-twist since I was a die-hard Zelda psycho fangirl).

"Alright," I said, clicking the START button on the TP menu screen. "Let's have some fun... hopefully." While I was saying that, my TV had a plain black loading screen with the words Loading written in red letters. "ERROR." The screen suddenly read.

"What?" I asked glaring at the screen.

"ERROR!" the screen repeated. "ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! NO HERO TO PLAY GAME WITH! MELLON, MELLON! ERROR CODE NUMBER 5556-7984-1! ERRORERRORERRORERRORERROR! BIIIIIING! MELLLLLLOOOOOOONN!"

"Oh, shh--" I began to yell, but all of a sudden my soon-to-be swear was cut short when some black and red portal appeared on the screen. It was swirling with red lines and stuff. "ERROR! ERROR!" the TV continued when all of a sudden, a large, black hand and--I am not kidding--literally reached right out of the screen and grabbed ahold of my arm! "ERRORERRORERROR!" my TV wailed. "CANNONT CONTINUE PROCESS!"

I wasn't really paying attention to what the TV screen had; I was way too busy trying to pull that damn hand off my wrist. Unfortanately, since I am a failure at athletics (therefore, I am weak), the hand easily dragged me right into the TV screen! Oh, it was something alright! (Not something pleasent, of course, but something)! "SHIIIIIIIT!" was all I could think of yelling, when the hand pulled me right into the screen.

"ERROR! ERROR! STORYLINE GONE OFF COURSE! CANNONT CONTINUE TO KEEP REAL-WORLD PORTAL OPEN! CLOSING DOWN IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE... BING!"

And then, all went black for me.

Author's Other Note: Wow... now matter how much I edit this story, it still blows!