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The Inrova Institute

Summary:

“My name is Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule, head Archivist of the Inrova Institute.“

Deep in the heart of Central Hyrule, Castle Town, lies an old building. This building is called the Inrova Institute. Secrets and rumors creep around there, and one Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule finds herself at the center of it all.

OR

What if the cast of The Magnus Archives were replaced by Zelda characters?

Notes:

this idea came to me in a dream. enjoy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Anglerfish

Summary:

Zelda makes her appearance, starting a cycle that only she can stop.

Chapter Text

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 “Testing, testing. One, two, three.”

 

“My name is Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule, head Archivist of the Inrova Institute. I have acquired this position after the previous Archivist, Urbosa Nabooru, supposedly, passed away in the line of duty, whatever that is supposed to mean.”

 

There is an audible sigh from Zelda as she taps her fingers on the desk.

 

“I have been given three assistants to help me with this newly acquired position. I only requested two, but my boss gave me an extra. The ones I requested are Purah Koshia and Rauru Zonia. The extra assistant, however, is Link Aryll.”

 

“I do not know this man but I already find him insufferable. I do not know why Mr. Malladus assigned him to the Archives, but I wish he would stop sending tea to my office.”

 

“My predecessor left the Archives in a state of disarray, which leaves the task of organizing it to my assistants and I. There are papers strewn everywhere, and even though she had an organizing system, it seems that she never used it. Papers from the 1960’s are in the 1920’s section, which shows the incompetence of Ms. Nabooru.”

 

“My assistants and I have decided to record these papers in a digital format, in the occasion that the papers get damaged or lost. Some papers, however, will not record properly on my laptop, so I have taken the liberty of spending my time and effort to record these papers on a tape recorder.”

 

There is a shuffle of papers as Zelda clears her throat.

 

“Statement of Nathan Watts, regarding an encounter on the docks of Hateno City. Statement begins.”

 

As Zelda continues to read the statement out loud, her voice fades and is replaced by static. When Zelda concludes the statement, her voice is normal.

 

“Statement ends. The investigation at the time, and the follow-up we’ve done over the last couple have days, have found no evidence to corroborate Mr. Watts’ account of his experience. I was initially inclined to re-file this statement in the ‘Discredited’ section of the Archive, a new category I’ve created that will, I suspect, be housing the majority of these files.”

 

“However, Rauru did some digging into the police reports of the time and it turns out that between 2005 and 2010, when Mr Watts’ encounter supposedly took place, there were six disappearances in and around the Old Hateno Close: Jessica McEwen in November 2005, Sarah Baldwin in August 2006, Daniel Rawlings in December of the same year, then Ashley Dobson and Megan Shaw in May and June of 2008. Then finally, as Mr Watts mentioned, John Fellowes in March 2010. All six disappearances remain unsolved.”

 

“Baldwin and Shaw were definitely smokers, but there’s no evidence either way about the others, if they’re even connected. Sasha did find one other thing, specifically in the case of Ashley Dobson. It was a copy of the last photograph taken by her phone and sent to her sister Siobhan. The caption was “check out this drunk creeper lol”, but the picture is of a darkened, apparently empty, alleyway, with stairs leading up into it.”

 

“It appears to be the same alleyway which Mr Watts described in his statement, the one that, according to the maps of the area, leads to Hateno Square, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone in the photograph at all. Rauru took the liberty of running it through some editing programs, though, and increasing the contrast appears to reveals the outline of a long, thin hand, roughly at what would be waist level on a male of average height. I find it oddly hard to shake off the impression that it’s beckoning.”

 

“It will be quite troublesome to record all of these statements on an analog format. Some of the statements… Call to me, in a way. I can only wonder why.”

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