NekoNekoDiamata The first (and in fact one of the few) to tell little Alpha his story and receive a drawing based on it.

(I'm not particularly familiar with the Zelda universe, but NekoNekoDiamata's story was quite cute and amusing, so I was pleased to create a drawing based on it.)

You can read the story below, as it's not particularly long and perfectly demonstrates why magic should be handled with care.

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History.

Midna in The Twilight Toddler

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"How did I, The Princess of Twilight get stuck in something as stupid as this?"

Midna woke up after pondering this thought overnight. The twilight princess was trapped in a predicament of her own creation. Lying down in a baby crib, vexed and frustrated. Stuck in her imp form and dressed up to the frills in all sorts of sissy baby attire, booties, bonnets, mittens, you name it. And worst of all was the enormous diaper, with all the crinkling it makes whenever she makes any sort of effort to move.

She has been stuck like this after messing with one of the magic mirrors in the palace of twilight, it was merely out of boredom with nothing happening, she wanted something new to try out, something different, and one wrong spell is all it takes to turn what was once a mighty palace into an overbearing nursery. "These clothes are getting poofier and frillier each passing day! Where do those sentry hands even get all these ludicrious babying bits and bobs?"

Reverting the palace back to normal shouldn't be too hard for Midna, get back to the magic mirror, perform a counter spell, and everything is back to normal. But the palace's normal Sentry Arms got transfigured into some of the most overbearring parental guardian figures imaginable.

Any attempts to even approach the mirror room has resulted in one of the many Sentry Arms scooping her up and transporting her all the way back to the palace dungeons, now transformed into a playroom with all sorts of baby supplies and accessoies which the Sentry Hands will use to care for the trapped imp. And in the dungeon those hands would do everything they can to keep midna coddled and secure in the nursery dungeon, bounce her in the baby bouncer, feed her all sorts of yucky mushy foods in the high chair, woefully bore her with some gigantic plush toys to play with, and then tuck her in securely in the crib and sing a lullaby, it drove the little imp mad.

Midna glared at the mobile dangling above her little crib. Plush fairies rotated above her, taunting her, mocking her, driving her mad. "For goodness sake" she muttered. "Getting out would be easy if they stopped dressing me in these infuriating, cursed clothes!" Midna had quickly discovered that with every failed escape attempt, the sentry arms are dressing her up in more and more embarrassing and movement-restricting items to make future escapes trickier, her regular helmet had been replaced with sissying bonnet, which not only looked ridiculous, but seemed to be weakening her magic powers as well. The extra-large mittens placed on her hands made grabbing anything really difficult, the booties she’s been placed had attached weights, preventing her from floating around in silence. Forcing her to crawl on all fours, and then there was the big bulging onesie, embroidered in a garish cutesy font was the words “Cutest Twili” on it. Even if she could escape, she’d have to find some way to remove the clothes before even showing her face in public again.

To not be stuck in an eternity in diapers, Her only hope was reaching the Mirror Chamber and reversing the curse. But every days escape attempt has so far resulted in failure and a one way return back to her crib. "Easier said than done," she grumbled, testing the limits of the latest brand of overly-large diaper she’s been trapped in with a frustrated wiggle. The crinkling was deafening. She is marveled by how it appears to get poofier every passing day

Whilst she has lost count over how many days it has been stuck as this pampered princess, Midna has at least formed a pretty consistent escape method from her crib confines. The Nursery Room Arms would only activate if Midna wasn’t in her crib, or more specifically, if any plush shaped object like Midna wasn’t in the crib, and there was one plush in her nursery that matched her close enough it acted as perfect decoy, mustering some of little magic she has control of left, she uses her hair hand to grab the plush and swap places, no missing imp in crib, no alerted hands and a much simpler escape plan, rolling out of the crib (a surprisingly difficult feat given the diaper situation). Midna’s long, crinkly crawl began, trying her best not to make enough noise to alert the Sleeping Hands. The door may be locked initially, but no door can stop the Twilight Princess forever, and after a successful unlocking spell, she is out of the dungeon confines. But that was the easy part. She then had to deal with the hallways, and it’s wandering Sentry Arms next.

The great corridors of the Palace of Twilight were designed to confuse intruders, making a siege near impossible, Midna has lived long enough though to know the way around, whilst crawling along, she had to overcomethe garish pastel babyish makeover the palace received with the mirrors curse, the whole palace now looking like an oversized daycare instead of the noble fortress it once was. She needed to reach the main hall, and the mirror room would be mere meters away. No problem under normal circumstances, but much trickier when your padded posterior produced a symphony of crinkles, a beacon to any nearby Sentry Hand as they randomly roamed around the palace. Many an earlier night escape attempt had failed when a Sentry Hand finds and grabs the escaping imp. And Midna will try her hardest to make sure that doesn’t happen tonight.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed around the corner. A Sentry Hand! Its movements are surprisingly swift, patrolling the hallway, its enormous fingers hypnotically twitching. Normally loyal to Midna’s Cause, they have now been twisted by the mirrors magic into an unstoppable sentinel where if they grab you, escape was all but impossible. Panic flared. Midna barely sneaks her way into a hiding spot, doing her best to avoid detection as fast diapered rear allowed her. The Hand paused, seemingly alerted by something, was this attempt over before it already began Midna thought? For a heart-stopping moment, it lingered, got close to where Midna was hiding, but at the last moment, gave up assuming it was nothing, then lumbered on it’s way.

"Close one," Midna muttered, catching her breath.

She crawled onward. As frustrating as it was to admit, She was getting pretty good at crawling around the palace now, A skill she did not need but just so be happened to be good at. She was lucky tonight too, the first hand was the only one that even got close to spotting her, everything else she was able to easily avoid, though her little imp body is not suited to all this crawling around, and she just barely makes it to the great hall before burning all of her stamina tonight, and the mirror room was a few waddles away.

Midna crawls her way into the mirror room, her crinkling diaper echoing off the pastel walls. Even the mirror room wasn’t safe from the palaces new nursery redecorations, it disgusted Midna. But her goal was in sight. At the far side of the room was he target.

“The mirror, that mirror, that silly stupid mirror that is the heart of this padded curse!” she grumbled, she had to undo her prior spell on the mirror to return things to normal. One final Sentry Hand stood in her way to freedom, but it was dormant, not moving, finally she thought, this was her chance!

Just a few more agonizing waddling steps, Midna’s heart pounded as she crawled up to the mirror, the crinkling of her enormous diaper echoing louder with every tentative move, yet the hand mercifully stayed asleep. She slips past the hand and has finally returned to where this padded nightmare all began. Midna thinks back on how stupid she was in the first place to even mess with such magics, she should have been more careful. But thats hindsight speaking, now was the time to right this mistake, This was it, she had finally reached the mirror.

“At last…” she whispered. The moment to break the curse and make everything normal again!

But the moment she said that, a giant gurgle from her stomach erupts, the mushy food from earlier she loathed to eat had come back for an untimely revenge, and the roar of her gut struggling to deal with the mush alerts the sleeping sentinel, it ominously glows as it stirs awake, and Before Midna knew it, she was caught within the hands tight grasp!

No matter how close she had gotten, this night will end much like every other night before it. Escape was impossible at this point, its back to the crib with her for the night, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“No! No!! NOOOOO!!! I was so close this time!” Midna screamed, as the mirror, her one way out of this nightmare, shrank out of her view, and she is returned back to her crib once more. The Hands were on full alert to prevent any further escape attempts that night. No other option but to drift off to sleep now and curse another foiled escape attempt.

Another new day arises, once again stuck in this twisted nursery that was once her home, once again stuck a ridiculous baby outfit, this time a new pacifier has been added to the ensemble. She can only think of the ways this will make it harder. Perhaps it has been coated to make her drowsier, or to further dampen her magic capabilities, maybe it was just so she couldn’t scream in anger again. She could take it out but the hands will probably use more strict methods to keep the pacifier in so she did. So all Midna could do for now was suck on it, pout on it, curse on it, curse on the whole mess she’s trapped herself in.

But despite the thick veil of humiliation and confinement, Midna’s spirit remained unbroken. Once again she composes herself and starts thinking of a way out. She maybe trapped in a cacophony of bright colours and mocking plush toys in a twisted realm that was once her home, but she is the twilight princess, she is the ruler of this palace, and she will return her home back to normal, she will reclaim her palace (and her dignity) someday.