[Note: I'm driving home the Apocalypse character pretty well, aren't I?]

"Hi, Saria. What you doing, running away like that?"

She didn't answer.

DoomRater walked closer, holding her ocarina...

"Saria, speak to me, girl..."

She finally spoke. "Hiya, Alfee. Glad you could make it. I been waiting for ya." Her voice turned childish, "I was scared, scared that they were gonna catch me..." Now she was just broken, "that you weren't gonna come get me..."

A single tear rolled out of her eye.

"Here, Saria." He handed her the ocarina. "You should've known I'd always be there for ya, girl."

"There were bad things in the dark, badder than the vastness... They did stuff to me, stuff I don't wanna think about..." she nearly cried.

DoomRater broke in his voice, "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Saria."

Her mood lightened up a little. "Hey, wanna hear a joke, Doomy?"

DoomRater kneeled down, "Sure..."

Her voice turned to serious. "Once upon a time there was a diaper lover and his play mommy walking through a children's room on a rainy, stormy day. The place smelled of blood stains and sweat. The teen baby looks up to the mommy and says..." Her voice became mixed with another's. ""I'm real scared mommy, of that deep, dark smell.""

DoomRater became mixed with confusion. "Saria, what the hell..."

The mixed voices became more dominant on the dark voice. "And the mommy, she sighes nad she says, "You're scared? How the hell do you think I feel? I'm gonna be walking out of this room on my own!""

The girl laughed mischievously.

Now the dark voice almost masked her own. "Pretty funny, hey Alfee? Pretty goddamn amusing, don't'cha think?"

DoomRater caught on. "You ain't Saria!!! You ain't my little girl!"

Now the hovering black orb made sense to him. It wasn't Saria!

"Congradulations," I spoke, "you win the booby prize. It was never your little girl, just a little insurance to get you here. Really, Alfred, you must learn to let the dead rest in peace..."

"Who are you?!" DoomRater shot back.

I trnasformed out of the body of the little girl that meant so much to him. "And he asked him, 'What is thy name?' And he replied, 'MY NAME IS BRINGER OF THE APOCALYPSE, FOR THE END IS NIGH-'"

I stuck my staff in the ground, a little point on the end. "And you, DoomRater, are Apocalyptic also... the stories of hate fill your vitals to bursting."

"To hell with this obsure shit," he threw his arm aside and practically yelled at me, "I don't need it. All I need to know is that I'm gonna take you down...!"

"You really don't get it, do you?" I walked a bit closer to him. "You're even more of a postering fool than I first believed. When I came up with my grand and incredibily brilliant plan, which you will come to know as your inspiration, all those months ago..."

DoomRater's face stunned, as if it had been jabbed. "WHAT?! You... were behind... my inspiration?"

"Of course I was, you pillock." The orb around my head bounced in gleeful excitement as I told him all that was. "Surely you didn't really believe all that ballocks that your character was a murderous man? The only muderous man back then was me. It was I who murrdered those souls and planted the seed for the ultimate pin-on guy."

The orb bounced all the more gleefully as I continued, "Of course, all those months ago, I couldn't have hoped for a more willing puppet. Luckily, the puppet is you, Alfred Hoppe. And, of course, now that you have so kindly presented..." my voice sounded like I was comforting him, "poor Saria with her ocarina..." I returned to my normal voice. "It is impossible for you to leave..."

"You bastard!"

"Thank you," I took his words like a compliment.

Hmmm... the dark inspiration for his stories. Is it true? Am I really the dark side of DoomRater? Greater than SolidSnake45? Only time will tell...