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Ben had drowned, but he didn’t die- well he did but, he was still here. His soul had inhabiting the game he once loved, he hated the thing now, but, he always found himself coming back to it, perhaps that was one of the few things he and his victims shared.
Right… his victims… and they truly were his victims weren’t they? He had honestly never meant to kill his first few victims, at first he had been disoriented, of course he was the graphics for it at the time had been great!… for a game… it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was in a game, and that he was in Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, he was able to talk to the npc’s as if he were Link, but that was all, they only gave already coded replies that they would give to Link, that got both boring and annoying fast.
It was also obvious that he was trapped in his own save file of day 3 with only an hour left before the moon came crashing down, but that didn’t seem to matter, after all everything was frozen unless he interacted with it, like the npc’s, but he had supposed, that at least he wasn’t going to be crushed by a giant moon, even if he probably wouldn’t die from it, seeing as he is already dead and all… he had wondered if dying in here will kill him, permanently.
When the first victim played his save file he didn’t have control over his own body, he hated it, not being in control of yourself, the victim had taken control of his body and used it like a player would control Link, he hated it. When the player logged off he moved stuff around trying to spell things like ‘help’ ‘I’m still here’ ‘who are you’ ‘I’m trapped’, the player had been confused, from what he could tell, the player had looked at what he did for a while before attacking it to see if that would get rid of it, and the player even tried turning the game on and off again to see if that would fix it, it didn’t
The player then played the game, fighting the remaining bosses and completing the game, but the moon still fell, and the game then reset, but instead of being back at the beginning he was back at his last save file, next to the Stone Tower Temple, after a minute or two the player left and Ben was back in control. Dying didn’t hurt, nothing in this game hurt, that was good he guessed but what wasn’t good was the fact that his sense of touch had been both null and void in the game, he could grab and hold things if he liked but he couldn’t feel what they felt like, it was weird and he didn’t like it, it was just another reminder of his death that he didn’t want.
When the player came back they were more curious or maybe cautious, they looked at his messages more closely, looked at the new messages he also put while they were gone, such as ‘who are you?’ ‘stop playing’ and ‘I’m Ben’. The player spent so much time looking for other messages that didn’t exist that the player ran out of time and the moon came crashing down, again.
The player left again after that, he hadn’t blamed them, this was weird and he would have gotten freaked out too if he was that player, but he was also alone and even if the player controlled their body it was better than being with mindless npc’s.
It was now the third time the player logged in and then began their search for more of the things Ben had done, he had actually done nothing this time just kind of sitting down on the realistic grass and looking at the equally unrealistic sky, the player eventually ran out of time and soon logged off.
The fourth time the player logged in they actually went to fight the boss, but their fighting skills had declined dramatically, more than they should, before not a heart was lost to the bosses but now against almost every boss a heart or to was lost, it just didn’t hurt no matter the damage animation.
This time when the player logged off, they didn’t come back, he waited a while for them too come back but, they never did, he couldn’t been able to tell how long time passed before, eventually, a new player had shown up player 2.0, not very creative he knows but he hadn’t known their names so no nickname for them, but, he guesses that if he were to give nicknames to them it would be Curious, for the original player, and Fighter for player 2.0
He had known something was different the moment Fighter arrived, because instead of Fighter controlling him there was a duplicate of him, the one that the player controlled, and him. When Fighter saw him they immediately attacked them, it didn’t do anything but it had still made a younger Ben run away in fear. Fighter had chased after him but Ben had been here longer than Fighter, who had just got the game, and he knew his way around here and so lost Fighter relatively quickly