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Link has set off from Termina, having saved the land from the dangerous spirit within Majora's Mask he resumes his journey to find his lost friend Navi.

Shortly upon leaving town however, Link stumbles upon a familiar mask, resembling that of the infamous Keaton trickster, whom he had met for the first time in Clock Town.
Upon picking up the mask from between the shrubs surrounding it, the mask seemed to have a mind of it's own, shaking and trembling in his hands. As Link stared down into the empty eyes staring back at him, he felt an odd compelling urge to bring the mask to his face. Despite that something deep down inside was fighting this ominous urge.

Link began walking back to Clock Town, intending to return the mask to whomever lost it, starting by question the strange mask salesman he met back in town. But as he reached the gates to the city, the mask shook violently. It shook itself right out of his hands and attached itself to his face. Link was knocked off his feet by the sudden carved kitsune face that had stuck itself on his own. Refusing to come off, he felt a familiar sensation as he had in his most recent adventure.

A light patch of golden yellow fur had began to crawl up his arms, helpless and barely able to see past the small eye slits on the mask, Link knew something was happening to him, but the mask wouldn't budge.
A feeling of odd pleasure washed through his body, everything was starting to get warmer, he could feel a breeze through the thin hairs that slowly covered his body.

"Hee-hee-ho! Feels nice, doesn't it child?" A voice rang out through his mind.

Link looked around to no avail, his boots falling off as his toes slowly merged into large vulpine-like paws.

"We Keatons don't need clothing, it messes up the sheen of our fur after all!" The voice continued, echoing inside his head. "I think we should keep the hat though, it suits us."

As Link's center of gravity began to shift, he managed to catch himself on a small pot decorating the gate into the city. He couldn't stand up anymore and he was forgetting why he came back to Clock Town in the first place. Did someone ask him to play some clever tricks on the residents? He shook his ears, no this was the mask! These aren't his thoughts.

"We Keaton don't need weapons, we're above that sort of ruffian behaviour after all."
The Keaton watched his right hand finish changing into a paw as he dropped his blade. The voice was right, he is far to clever to engage in battle with lowly monsters. The new Keaton dropped down on his hind legs, strutting over to a nearby patch of grass snickering to himself.

"I think I'll hide here and wait for a traveler to come along, so we can play a game or two."
As the Keaton hid in the grass, a mask slowly fell from his face. Landing right back where he found it.