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3rd part of the most confusing episode is here. I hope this one clears all the confusion, but I highly doubt that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

And please, read the "It's Hard to Distinguish What's Real Anymore" and review. It has no reviews at all. I must suck when it comes to writing horror. Thanks anyway.

I'm sorry! This part became shorter than what I had expected… I'll write the ending a bit longer then, okay?

And for the delay… I had the flu so I'm sorry. I hope no one of you catches it, it's a dreadful disease. *sneezes*

Thanks for your reviews!

RavenGhost: Still confused? *laughs* I don't blame at all! Actually I'd be very surprised if you said you knew what was going on and you thought that the 2nd part wasn't confusing. I'd be so disappointed in myself.

PikaPower: Oh, wow! You really think so? I'm so flattered! Well, I hope this part satisfies your Smash Files-hunger for a while! *laughs*

Solanar: Yeah, but the change's not permanent. The next episode will be normal again. I'm glad you still like this, even if it is as confusing as it is.

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The two sat on the bed, Link holding Roy silently, both thinking. They'd been there for hours, not knowing was it day or night, it was dark outside all the time. Sometimes a wind blew through the room, extinguishing few of the candles with its cold breath and they heard smothered silent screams from downstairs and laughing.

"Link…"

"Mm?" The Hylian opened his eyes.

"I… I still can't understand it. I can't understand any of this."

"If you opened your mind you could."

Roy snorted, but held him tighter. "I obviously saw a reflection… but it was the most… incredible thing I've ever seen."

A reflection…? It was a GHOST. But I don't want to confuse you anymore, you wouldn't accept any theory except scientific.

"What do you mean incredible?" The blonde stroke the general's hair.

"It… It seemed so real… It didn't look like a reflection…"

That's because it wasn't one.

"You shouldn't think about it now. What we'd need to do is to find a typewriter, one of those really old ones."

"A typewriter?" The redhead finally looked into Link's cerulean eyes, his owns showing his growing confusion.

"Yeah. If we find it, we'll be able to end this. I realised it all when we were separated." The Hero smiled to the lost sapphire eyes gazing at him.

"What does it have to do with any of this?"

"It does. But if I try to talk about it, she'll kind of 'cut me off' in a way."

"Mm."

"You don't think I'm right?"

"No, not really. I don't think that a rusty old typewriter could be behind all this lunacy." Roy sat up on the edge of the bed, gently taking Link's arms off him. "I'm still pretty sure I'm drugged and that this is just hallucinations I see, but if I'm right, it doesn't matter what I do, the drugs effect on me will wear off eventually."

Drugged? Now that's lame.

"Then, should we go? And I think we should stay together, you never know when she's coming back."

"There's no she. There's no ghost. There're only reflections of memories of the people who used to live here. Nothing more, nothing less." The general said more to himself than to his lover, who looked at him with a sad expression on his face.

"Even if there wasn't a ghost, let's go and find the typewriter." Link jumped on the floor and lifted his belt.

"Fine. I don't care. None of this has ever happened." The redheaded teen ascertained as he followed the Hylian away from the room, coming to the dining hall.

"Let's turn this place upside down."

p(SCENE: The dining hall)

Roy: Okay!

Link: *searching under the table* I found old socks!

Roy: Great! Today's dinner!

Link: Well, that's not what I was planning to use them, but oh well.

Roy: Hey! I found something!

Link: *excited* What is it?

Roy: My sword!

Link: Oh.

Roy: Oh, how I've missed you! How've you been, baby? Give me a hug! *hugs the sword*

Link: *sulks* Oh great.

Roy: Do you want to hug him too?

Link: No thanks. Maybe next time.

Roy: Have you found something else?

Link: Nah.

Roy: I found ice cream!

Link: Yay!

Roy: Yay!

DMC: Yay!

Roy: What the heck are you doing here again?

DMC: Ooops. Never mind me. *steals the ice cream* Oh well, I guess I'll be going now… *throws a smoke bomb on the ground and laughs evilly*

(The smoke bomb doesn't blow)

Link: Eh?

DMC: Damn! *takes another one* I hope this works.

Roy: Me too. Go away, you're annoying.

DMC: *rises eyebrows* Ahem… Excuuuuuuse me, Prince! *uses the bomb and disappears in a puff of smoke laughing evilly*

Link: This thing is just getting weirder and weirder.

Roy: Did that freak just steal our ice cream?

Link: I think so.

Roy: Crud.

Link: Damn.

Roy: On, my brave fella, to the next room! p

LiNk:p

p

They arrived once again to the bedroom and Roy sighed.

"This isn't making any sense. By all means we should be in the kitchen."

"You still haven't realised it?" Link rose his eyebrows

"What I haven't realised?" The general came shyly closer, looking at his feet.

"What's going on? You really don't have a clue even though I told you everything before we came here." The Hylian looked at his love gently.

The redheaded teen placed his hands on the blonde's waist shyly and embraced him. "Nothings makes sense. But of course, it's understandable."

"What?"

"Why nothing makes sense." The boy had wrapped his arms around the elf and held him tight, speaking slowly and quietly.

You stick with that theory… It's sad how close-minded you are.

"Link…"

"Hm?" Link squeezed his love against him tenderly.

"I felt it again… That I was going to die." Roy whispered, his voice sounded scared, but otherwise he was calm.

"But Ro--"

"Listen." The general didn't want to hear anything. It would only increase his pains. "And… It wasn't a hunch. It was as clear as the sky on a bright summer day. Link, I know that I'll die soon…" he spoke, his voice sounding more and more vulnerable and scared. The Hylian realised that the boy was opening him his heart in a way.

"…but it… it scares me, Link. Being in this place frightens me… I feel the death like it's my shadow and that the reaper could come for me anytime."

"I'll protect you from all the evil there is in this world. I won't let anything happen to you." The Hero pressed Roy even closer and caressed his back gently, showing him that he cared.

"But… it doesn't help if I die."

"You won't die yet."

"I will. I know it. There's no doubt about it." The redhead was quiet for a while. "What worries me the most is that… that…" his voice faded away. The elf just held him there, not saying anything. He couldn't force his love to speak, then Roy would just close up and change the subject.

Why do you feel like dying all the time? You seem so sure about it. Are you about to do a suicide?

"I love you, Roy." He said the three words he hadn't said in a long time. And boy did it make him feel good. The general mumbled something to his neck again that sounded like 'I know' and he smiled.

Just say the three words, Roy. I know that you love me already.

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The ghost floated in the library, looking to the garden with a sad expression. She touched the window glass with her fingers, causing beautiful frost patterns to appear on it. Even her touch had turned icy.

She walked back to her old desk and touched the typewriter softly like it was her child. Talking something in German she walked around the table, suddenly speaking angrily.

She walked to the mirror to see her disfigured face and her empty eyes looking at her and she felt sad. And angry. But she had already had her revenge. The only thing she wished for anymore would become reality very soon. All she needed to do was to separate them and scare them until their minds were weak and fear controlling their body.

Then, oh then she would be free.

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The two were walking down a corridor they had entered from the lobby after visiting several times the rooms they had already searched.

"This corridor is empty."

"But in those rooms… There might be something." Link said.

"Are you saying that we should take different rooms?"

"No. We stay together. There's nothing more dangerous in this house except walking alone." The Hylian grabbed his love's hand.

Roy looked at him with widened eyes for a while before a derisive smile curved on his lips. "You think the almighty master of chipmunks will come and kill us?"

Master of chipmunks? Where do you get these ideas, Roy?

"No, but the almighty Link tells you so."

"Oh." The general laughed. "That's way worse than the master of chipmunks."

"Which happens to be you." Link placed a sweet kiss on his beloved's lips, embracing him tenderly. He felt how cold Roy's hands were as the boy touched his neck.

You must be really scared…

After the kiss, Link took the general's hand and entered one of the rooms.

They entered an old attic where everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. There were old furniture, mirrors, even a bathtube. The two started to search for the typewriter carefully, the last thing they wanted was to make the ghost angry again. Or, that was what Link thought. Roy wasn't thinking clearly. He kept the typewriter in his mind, but somehow the memory of the ghost haunted his mind.

He walked closer to the bath tube, holding old wine bottles he'd found just a second ago and hadn't put them down yet. The bathtube was covered with a white sheet. There was something in it. Roy hesitated for a moment. He could feel how cold his hands were.

He moved closer and jumped as Link opened a closet door.

There's nothing in there. You know it already.

He took a hold of the sheet and waited, holding his breath. His hands had started to tremble. Cold shivers went up and down dancing on his spine.

Finally he collected his courage and pulled the sheet off.

And luckily there was nothing but junk in the bathtube. A bloody knife. And a bloody axe. And a bloody dress cut in shreds.

"Link…"

"Hm?"

"I found something." Roy backed away from the bathtube.

"The typewriter?" The Hylian walked to him and looked at the bathtube he was looking at with a confused expression.

"No. What is this? Has someone murdered a lot of people here?"

"Yeah. But I can't talk about it yet." The Hero placed a hand on the general's shoulder.

"Ah." Roy sighed.

"Let's continue."

After a lot of searching they still hadn't found the typewriter, only more bloody knives and clothes belong to people of different ages in the 18th century. They walked out of the attic, surprisingly finding themselves in the corridor again.

"And… to the next room." Link said tiredly.

"I think we should rest a bit." The general said. "We have no idea what time it is and I doubt that it's very late."

"But we can't. We're in great danger all the time." The Hylian opened the next door to an old study.

"Look, Roy." He pointed at the typewriter on the table.

"That… That's what we're looking for?" The redhead asked tiredly.

"Yeah!" The blonde said, poorly hiding his excitement. "Now, let's destroy it!"

"What?"

"Destroy it!"

"WHAT?"

"Destroy it! Roy, are you deaf?" Link looked into his beloved's eyes.

"No, but we searched so hard for this… only to destroy it?"

"Yeah!" The Hero unsheathed his sword and walked in, the redheaded teen following right after.

They looked at the room around them. It was dark and mouldy, everything except the typewriter was covered in a thick layer of dust, just like everything else in the mansion. There was a mirror that had been shattered not long ago in the corner and pieces of it were all around in the ground. The sad darkness outside made the room look even glummer than what it was.

Link rose his sword and got ready to slice the typewriter in two. He saw the ghost sitting in the chair right before he heard the tapping sound as she wrote with a devilish grin on her face.

p(SCENE: an old study)

Link: Die you filthy little monkey!

Roy: Link!

Link: *stops* What?

Roy: We can't destroy it!

Link: Why not?

Roy: Because the almighty master of chipmunks will come and kill us!

Link: Uhh…

Roy: You've got to believe me!

Link: But…

Roy: IT MUST NOT BE DESTROYED!!!

Link: Roy!?

Roy: *runs to the typewriter* Don't worry, Link. If this typewriter is not destroyed, no one'll get hurt!

Link: Roy! We need to destroy it to end this lunacy!

Roy: Lunacy?

Link: Yes.

Roy: Where?

Link: *sulks* Right here.

Roy: Oh. *looks around* I can't see it.

Link: Come over here and let me destroy it now, Roy.

Roy: NO! *takes the typewriter*

Link: Roy. Put it down.

Roy: No! *tries to run away from the room, but Link blocks his path* Let me out!

Link: No. Roy, yop u're acting just the way she wants you to act!

Roy: Eh?

Link: Kiss me. p

Roy: p WHAT!?

Link: See!?

Roy: WHAT DID YOU ASK?

Link: YpYAY! p Let's take the typewriter to it's place and leave! p

Roy: Yeah!

Link: *kisses Roy*

Roy: *answers*

DMC: Awwww….

Link: Freak! Leave us alone! *takes the typewriter and tosses it at DMC*

DMC: *disappears*

CRApSH*

The typewriter hit the wall and crashed into millions of pieces. With a pained cry it's inked pieces fell on the floor.

Link was still holding Roy's waist with his hands, both of them staring at the broken typewriter. After a moment a smile spread on his face and he kissed the general again, this time happy and not to confuse her.

The redhead made a pleasured voice in his throat and pressed closer, letting the Hylian in his mouth. The blonde wrapped his arms tighter around his love and broke the kiss. He started to kiss his neck and collarbone sweetly as his hands opened the belt buckle.

The boy pulled Link on the floor with him and took the Hero's head in his hands. He put his lips on his beloveds and kissed him passionately, his inner fire warming up the whole room around them.

ICH WERDE DICH ERMORDEN!!

They jerked away from each other and looked into the direction where they had heard the nun. Link felt his anger growing, he had promised to send her to the hottest hell if she ruined their moment together and he hadn't just meant that moment, but all of them. He sighed as the blushing Roy moved away from him.

"She's so dead."

"…I hope so." The boy said derisively as he put his tunic back on.

"No, I mean it. I'll take care she gets to hell."

"But she's just a reflec--"

"Whatever." The blonde stood up and sheathed his sword. "Now we can beat her. She can't defend herself at all."

"I want to sleep. I'm tired and I know that you're too." The general stood up, looking directly into Link's cerulean eyes.

"No. She'll attack! Don't you understand?"

"There's nothing to be understood." The redhead said flatly.

"Listen. The nun used to write comedies! But no one liked them because they were so twisted! Does this remind you of something?"

"No."

"And it was also said that she had powers to fool people's minds because sometimes her plays were acted in the local theatre! And all this blood's here because she had a lover, a secret one. One day he broke up with her because she didn't give him… you know? And she got mad and killed him and his seven children and his wife in this house with a knife and an axe! Seven children!"

"Maybe it's really happened here and we saw the reflection of the memory. Link, you've got to prove me wrong to make me believe in that crap."

"Hm… There's a story that if she kills a couple of secret lovers like she and the man were, she gets to go to heaven and is forgiven." Link continued.

"Secret lovers, eh?" The general sighed.

"Does that ring a bell?"

"You mean… us?"

"Yes, good boy, Roy. You'll get a cookie for that." The Hylian teased.

"I don't believe that." The general laughed.

"Why not? Everything in it makes sense!"

"It's humbug, Link. A story that has probably sometime happened, that I believe. But there are no such things as ghosts etc. She won't kill us, because reflections are harmless. Quit pursuing her. Come, let's find the damn bedroom and get to sleep." Roy left the room, the blonde following him.

ich werde an dir rachen!!

"Well then, mister this-is-no-ghost, what was that?" The Hylian asked.

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Yeah, so now you think this is still as confusing as in the beginning? If do, tell me. And weird? Yeah, this is story is its incarnation!

And translations:

Ich werde an dir rachen = I'll revenge this

Oh well, coming up next: A crappy ending.

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