(sings) I have about 2 hours and 40 minutes free, I have nothing to do, I'm gonna put up another chapter of Onismasher! (gasps for air for some reason)

Remind me never to sing again. That was awful!

Anyway, I will update the summary now, and this chapter contains one of the more major bits to the plot of the story. SO PAY ATTENTION!

Also, for those of you who do not know the Oni 3 plot, this is different anyway, so you don't need to know anything about Oni before you read this.

Disclaimer: Forgot to put this in the first chapter. Don't own Oni, don't own SSBM. Never have or will claim to own either, because that's against the law, and I don't want to get into trouble.

Genma means demons, zombies, etc… bear this in mind.

Now, ONWARD TO THE CHAPTER!

Thoughts – italics

"Speech" – speech marks

'telepathy' – apostrophes

Oooo – scene change

Eeee – end of chapter

Chapter 1

Pain. A sudden flare of agony through the dark abyss of Link's mind. His eyes shot open, showing the world in a fuzzy distortion. His breath came raggedly, a harsh grating over the muscles in his chest.

There was the ceiling to the room. Link didn't dare move, lest Ganondorf or Mewtwo decide to do something else to him. Seconds turned into minutes as Link lay there. Eventually, he decided that they must have left the room, and he sat up slowly, grimacing as he felt more pain shoot through his body.

He rested his weight on his hands, and looked around the room. It was different; there were no machine parts or anything. The room was actually empty. Link raised an eyebrow, but dismissed it as Ganondorf moving the stuff to a safer area. His eyes scanned the room again.

He noticed his sword on the floor not far away. As he reached over to try and grab it, his chest suddenly convulsed in agony, sending Link to the floor in pain. He felt his chest and gasped. At least three of his ribs on both sides were shattered. He prayed that the shards hadn't punctured a lung, and he tried to reach the sword once more, this time much more cautiously.

A sudden noise alerted him. He looked up instantly, and saw a figure clinging to the wall. It seemed to have three eyes, all glowing with an eerie green light. On its arms were two serrated blades, with blood caked on both. Link swore and reached for the sword, gritting his teeth against the searing pain. His fingers brushed the handle as the creature leapt at him. Link screamed and closed his eyes. More pain flared through his body, as the darkness slowly consumed him. His life energy slowly leaked out of the fatal wound, as the creature roared and fled.

Oooo

'Link.'

Ah, that voice is soothing, thought Link. Wait, aren't I dead?

'Link, wake up.'

He opened his eyes slowly. Sure enough, the darkness was still there. Link was too scared to move, in case he was alive; he didn't want anything to try to kill him again.

'Link, get up'

Link looked around his limited range of vision. There was only darkness as far as he could see. Where was this voice coming from? He sat up slowly, surprised that he wasn't in any pain. In fact, as he scanned himself, he didn't seem to have any wounds at all. What was going on?

'Link.'

Link looked up. There was a floating purple spirit in front of him. Link yelped and slithered backwards slightly.

'Do not be afraid, Link.'

Link stood up, brushing himself down out of habit as he did so. The warrior looked at the purple being in front of him and crossed his arms.

"Why am I here?" he asked. "I thought I died. Is this the afterlife?"

'No, young warrior,' replied the voice. 'This is a second chance.'

At this point, Link noticed some smaller spirits surrounding him. He tallied up about 13 in his head before turning back to the main one.

"A second chance?"

'Yes. We are the clan of Ogres that has been subverted by the genma…'

"Whoa," said Link hurriedly. "Genma? Ogres? Are you sure this isn't a dream?"

'No, Link, this is not a dream. We wish for you to destroy the genma to avenge our spirits. We will lend you our power…'

"Hang on," Link interjected. "This is all good and well, but don't I get a say in what happens to me?"

'Ah, of course, you are allowed to leave for the afterlife at any point, but this is an offering to return to the mortal realm, in order to avenge your own death and return to your own time…'

"Wait," Link interrupted. "Return to my own time?"

'Yes, those two genma with the outlandish machine threw your body 500 years into the past. They are trying to conquer the world, and warriors like you will only get in their way. They are trying to remove the stronger warriors from your time so that they can dominate the planet. The only way for you to return to your own time is to defeat all the genma of the past.'

Link didn't say anything for once. He just stood there, looking blankly at the spirit before him. The triforce piece in his hand glowed. He knew that it was his duty to protect the world, no matter the cost.

'Will you accept our offer?' the spirit said.

Link merely nodded once, continuing with his silence. The spirits surrounding him started to swirl in a circular motion around him.

'We, the clan of Ogres, give to you our power, to aid you in the fight against these genma…'

The spirits, one by one, all flew onto Link's left arm. Link gritted his teeth, ignoring the rest of the spirit's words; it was a burning sensation as each spirit assembled themselves onto his limb. Finally, the last spirit attached itself to his hand. Link looked at his arm, and recoiled in surprise.

There was a gauntlet of a kind on his arm. It was silver coloured, and had a glowing, white orb over his wrist. Link moved his arm around; the gauntlet, surprisingly, felt weightless, and didn't actually obscure the movement of his sword arm at all.

'…defeat the genma,' the spirit finished. Link saw a white hole open up underneath him, and fell straight through with a yell of surprise, into the light…

Eeee

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