Personal Narrative: The Fierce Deity's Mask

The first indication I got that the Fierce Deity’s mask isn't a normal transformation mask was during the fight between me and Majora, but I couldn’t take the time to contemplate the draining feeling in the middle of the fight and swore to never wear the mask again unless I was against a boss. That doesn’t mean that I don’t carry it around everywhere; no sane person would leave something that powerful out of their sight; I even take it into the shower with me purely out of paranoia. At least that’s what I tell myself, but in reality, it’s the instinctive, addictive need to keep the mask within arms reach that makes me paranoid of losing it.
The Fierce Deity’s first act of self-awareness was when it woke me up when a pair of wolfos was approaching my camp. This had me slightly worried when it first happened but the masks
I admit that last one is likely my own doing though as I have woken up wearing the other masks before, it is unsettling.
But this was too far. “What in the Great Deku Tree?”
“You're awake early.” The Fierce Deity said while he dropped freshly picked fruit onto the table. “I noticed that you were low on fruit, so I got some for you.” The Fierce Deity explains as if that solved everything.
“How did you get out of your mask!?” I yell; more like screeched really but I’m not going to admit to that. I grab my gilded sword and shield, fully knowing that the Fierce Deity could defeat him with his hands tied behind his back, and not even break a sweat while doing so, but I couldn’t just let him leave to do who knows what. He chuckles; a sound that is a hundred times more terrifying than that of a redeads screech; and grabs my sword right out of my hand, then carelessly flings it into the