A/N : I'm trying so hard to practice writing chapters with more words in it. I hope it can be more noticeable that it's lengthening a little more than it used to be. I make absolutely no promises that it is longer, though. I still do not own the original characters that my textures are supposed to represent. Textures, the Alternate World, and the plotline are the only things that are considered mine. Don't forget that this story ties in with my cousin DarkIceClaws' fanfic, TrickandTreat.

Last but definitely not least, I'd like to ask that all of the viewers please rate and review, so I know what to fix. Do NOT flame me or my cousin for killing characters with more or less pain, as someone either in real life or on requested it anyways. The way characters die are only meant to give you a scare, and are thought of by us two writers. Also, if you would like to request the next character or characters to die, please head those comments or personal messages to DarkIceClaws. Warning, this chapter includes blood, excessive bad language, and can possibly make you psychologically feel what the characters portrayed here will be feeling. Thank you, and please enjoy for either your own sadistic pleasures, or for some other personal reason.

Chapter Three : So You Think You're A Villain?

"You should give up now, as you obviously don't stand a chance against the two of us, Bowser. Maybe I might even pull a few strings for you... just because it'll be fun ruining you. If you can beat all of us, we'll take you in as the thirty-sixth resident here in the Alternate World, even if you'll only be fighting two. You better accept this deal, as it's your only chance of escaping this room with a beating heart."

The texture's voice lingered through the auditorium, echoing for longer than a minute, and causing vibrations to shake the feet of all the textures inside of the space. Attempting to bargain with a beast like Bowser was going to be harder than the duo thought, as he did nothing but stick his head up, curl his short arms, and roar at the swinging light above his head. Maybe it was annoying the turtle, as the light that came from it swirled around the floor distractingly, as if it were set up to do that.

The auditorium was basically a room large enough to hold five orchestras, maybe even a band as well. There were no chairs or tables anywhere, neither were there any bleachers like in typical auditoriums. The area was empty, except for the single dangling lamp that held a flourescent lightbulb, thoroughly lighting up the place, even if it was just a little larger than medium in size.

Waxed wood laminated tiles covering the floor made the auditorium much glossier than it was supposed to be. The ceiling was about 40 meters from the floor, leaving much room to jump around and even more room to become a make-due battlefield for the textures inside. The air conditioning must've died, as the temperature of the auditorium was about 85 degrees. That didn't matter though, as only the Bowser could feel the climate change.

Bowser was wearing the white tuxedo he wore at his "wedding" with Princess Peach in Super Paper Mario. It was pure snow white, with a large bow touching the bottom of his chin, and a few opened buttons revealing yet another white shirt underneath his tuxedo. His sleeves stopped at the right spots, right before his hand was covered in the fabric. His shirt went down to cover his whole upper body, but stopped right at his legs.

A small amount of white flowers with yellow cores were stuck onto the right side of his outfit, a few green leaves sticking under his armpit. While he looked somewhat normal enough for a real, unbrainwashed wedding, he still would have looked much more proper with matching white pants or anything else to cover his lower half, rather than scarring eyes. He glanced at the two in front of him, eyeing them completely.

What he thought to be Ike was actually supposed to be representing someone in the anime world. His once blue hair had now become red, and covered his beloved bandana which was cut down to nothing hanging after getting tied. His tunic had now become white, the ends of the shoulders no longer ripped, and the belts once around him were now taken off. Ike's cape were now blue, and had a golden yellow one winged eagle wing imprinted on it, shining even without the light focusing on leggings now looked like white pants that were tucked into his brown boots. Both his boots and gloves had remained the leather-brown color that they had on the real Ike. His eyes would have been the same color, had the sapphire orbs not turned into a light blue topaz color. Ragnell was now completely golden, including the hilt. This, was Battler Ushiromiya.

What Bowser didn't understand, was why "Ike" decided to say that there were two of them against him, when clearly there was only those two in the whole area. The second person mentioned was actually waiting on the ceiling, hidden completely in the shadows.

Her outfit was no more than a short pink scarf with a few red stripes that covered her neck and part of her now larger cleavage. Her chest was covered with a skinny-strap black bra with red flames crawling upwards to the top of the bra. She was wearing black shorts, which looked more like black panties, that had a white belt going through the top, studded with clear shining gems that would gleam only when noticed. A little higher than her knees, pink stockings went all the way down until they were tucked into her red heels. Her scarlet red hair was tied up into a ponytail, with a few locks of hair dipping down, and a skull clip on the left side. She wore a short black glove with studs on her right hand, and a longer black glove that went up a bit below her shoulders, also studded. This, was Yoko.

The turtle clad in white prepared himself for the tough fight that he was hoping to win, getting into a defensive stance that looked somewhat offensive to the Battler-look-a-like in front of him. Little did he know that Peach-turned-Yoko was slowly floating downwards with her parasol behind him, a large gun strapped onto her back. As Ike continued the staredown with the villain in front of him, he was actually making Bowser stay in one spot for his partner to be able to strike him down from behind in a surprise attack.

Heels quietly making contact onto the floor, Peach unstrapped her gun, pointing the unusually large AK-47 at the turtle's head, telling him to freeze. His eyes widened, but he did not want to give up so easily. He whirled around, in time for Peach to shoot the gun right into his shoulder. Ike ran up behind him, raising his sword and hitting Bowser directly on the head, knocking him unconscious.

Ganondorf, who was hiding like a pussy in the corner of the auditorium, watched with horror as the no longer conscious turtle was dragged off by Peach by his tail. The king couldn't help but feel out of place regarding his outfit, as there was no difference in his clothing, rather than it being tinted grey, as well as his skin and hair. Watching as the Ike walked off into another direction, he looked over at Bowser, who had been tied up already.

He glanced at the excessive amount of rope that was left over on the floor next to Bowser's knotted arms, wondering why they had brought too much rope with them. Or rather, why they brought rope with them at all, unless they were planning on doing something that he'd want to run away from-

WHACK

The King of Evil awoke to the sound of Bowser's terrified shrieks, mixed in with roars and groans that seemed to be muffled by something. He couldn't really see anything though, as he found that he was blindfolded, and his hands and feet had been tied up like he had seen Bowser tied up before he was hit by-...liquid trickled down the back of his neck, and he noticed it only when it began to burn at his skin because of the increasing heat of the auditorium.

What used to be 80-ish degrees had turned into something around 90 degrees, and he did not like it at all. Maybe Bowser was used to it, because of all the times Mario had made him fall into magma during his own games. He wasn't exactly used to losing like that, he rather was impaled by the Master Sword, many times, and to be honest, it started to not hurt after the third time he was defeated. Though he put on quite a show with his reaction to getting stabbed by the Master Sword last time in Twilight Princess, he did it for Link's sadistic fun(and bribe).

He instantly pushed those thoughts away, as the blindfold was removed, and he was able to sort out the colors of everything he was seeing. First a blurry red mess, he then focused his eyes to see a horrific sight. Bowser's bloody head, though not damaged in any way, was on a plate a mere three feet away from him, carrots on the side, pearl-white horns removed. His green shell was on another larger plate, or rather, tray, right next to the decapitated head.

His grey eyes trailed to catch a view of what Peach was eating, as she turned around with a bloodied face and a cold smile dripping crimson. In her hands were more pieces of Bowser, his spike-removed tail and one of his arms, complete with claws, both dripping from the spots where the ends should have been connected to the overgrown turtle.

"Well, hello, Ganondorf's look-a-like." A voice that sounded oddly familiar came into his slightly-deaf ears, interpreting the voice to be from none other than the Hero of Time's.

He looked exactly the same as him, with a grey tint, making him feel somewhat comfortable, except for the dark red eyes that glinted when he looked at them. Beside him, was a tray of random instruments, something he'd call instruments of torture. By that, he meant knives, daggers, scalpels, swords of different sizes, colors, blades, and appearances, liquids that were probably poisons in bottles, and...

bandages? The grey Ganondorf questioned the person above him about the bandages, completely forgetting that he was in a bad situation to even talk to someone who looked as though he were going to rip him to shreds, right then and there.

With a "Hmph", the Link replied, before turning sideways to let the lying figure see what was happening behind him.

Ike was busy spooning Bowser's left eye out with too much force, as the blood kept spraying in every direction. Some sprayed onto Peach and Link, who licked it deliciously, while the blood that sprayed onto him made him gag in disgust and fear of the type of cannibalism going on. The greyscale Link threw an imitation of the Ragnell, but much smaller, at the right eye of Bowser, which caused even more scarlet liquids to soar into the air and land everywhere.

The floor seemed to soak it up, seeing as how no puddles of blood remained, only red-stained tiles of imitation wood. Yoko-Peach's bloody hair couldn't look any more bloody, seeing as the red was matching perfectly into her own "naturally" red hair; same went for Battler-Ike's head of red hair, though blood still stained his white tunic.

Getting into his counterpart's enemy's face once again, Link proceded to grab something from the tray beside him. Texture 37, Ganondorf, saw this coming. He knew he wasn't going to walk out alive, but he wished he could have done something more than hiding. Bowser, his villain-"friend" had at least tried to stick up for himself, while he did nothing but cower. He almost felt like laughing to himself, as he saw the hatchet in the Link's hand raise up high over the figure's stomach.

Closing his eyes tightly as he waited for the painful blow, he reopened them to see the blade inside of him, but no pain. He thought he was seriously going crazy, if something like a cleaver strike didn't hurt him, then he was probably already dead. Realization that he probably had anesthesia injected into him made him suddenly panic.

"Oh sweet Zora! The sadistic bastard's going to do this while I'm fully conscious!" The grayscale Ganondorf thought in his mind as his heart skipped a beat. The cleaver trailed upwards slowly, tearing both his armor, his undershirt, and his skin, but not laying any pressure as to not cut the skin drastically. With each grunt and groan from the thought of such sick torture, the Ganondorf lay with widened eyes as his outfit was ruined completely, opened to reveal his upper body, and getting a perfect view of his gray-skinned chest and stomach that the Link before him was tracing with the cleaver in such a teasing manner.

The malicious grin on Link's face would've looked much more normal, had it not been one that showed his longer fangs that seemed to look sharper, or maybe it was just Ganondorf's imagination.

"Say Ganon... I'm sure you have all the memory that your counterpart has. How's he doing up in the Smash Mansion? I bet he's doing well, not having to stay in this hellhole of a world," the Link said, putting emphasis on 'hellhole', and pressing the cleaver's blade enough to pierce Ganondorf's skin but no more than that. Ganondorf, on the otherhand, was much too busy thinking about the problems that would occur if the anesthesia's effect died down when Link got down to the real painful things, and thought of enraging Link and making him kill him then and there rather than bear any pain. He had completely ignored Link's question, and the deepening cut that the cleaver caused wasn't bringing him back to reality as he did not feel a single amount of pain in his whole body.

"You really should answer once in a while, you shithead."

The insult snapped Ganondorf into reality, as he suddenly struggled against the rope that binded him to the titanium rings on the floor that had looked clean before Bowser's blood tainted it. Speaking of which, Ike, Peach, whatever was left of Bowser was gone, the only thing left was the blood on the floor that eventually turned into puddles, regardless that the blood should have dried a long time ago. Looking downwards to what the Link could have been doing seriously caught him off-guard, as he was barely able to hold in his yelp of shock at the sight in front of him. He thought Bowser had suffered worse, but he wouldn't know for sure as he was unconscious during the whole thing, probably because of Link hitting him with something.

Ganondorf's view was practically of his own stomach being pulled upwards, but not ripping the thing out, in front of his eyes. Link dropped it back into the bloody pool of flesh and grey skin as he reached a little higher up, past the various amount of muscles and slight body fat to Ganondorf's heart. Throwing the cleaver off to the side, he grasped the grey heart, oozing blood, in both hands, almost playfully squeezing it.

Ganondorf decided he didn't want to see this, if that was what the Link before him was planning on doing to him as torture, if he wasn't going to be able to feel any of the pain. He had already felt nauseous from seeing his intestines being pulled but returned, and the squishing hands clamping on his heart was making his breathing turn from gasps back to normal breaths with each squeeze.

Dropping the toy-like heart, Link removed his blood-stained grey gloves, grabbing another tool from the tray beside him. This time, it was a large dagger, blade warm, though the temperature in the auditorium had dropped to 78 degrees; Ike was obviously playing with the thermometer outside of the auditorium, he thought. He held the blade to the Ganondorf's liver, pulling it out strategically to make sure that the man didn't die, and placed it on a new tray that Peach had just wheeled in, bloody marks on the handlebars of the cart-tray.

Carefully pulling out all of the things from Ganondorf that Link could think of that wouldn't make him die, he finally grew bored, throwing the dagger off behind him, sticking to one wall of the auditorium. Bloodied hands wanting to be washed immediately, he decided to let Ganondorf die by himself.

Grabbing his dirtied gloves, he glanced at the sleeping Ganondorf beside him. He smirked inwardly, before lifting his hand over to the timer beside Ganondorf. It read 1 minute, causing Link to grin largely. Link cracked his knuckles before taking the keys for the auditorium in his left hand, and started walking towards the exit of the place. He flicked off the lights on his way out the door, before closing the door and locking it.

Advancing towards his texture friends, he laughed maniacally with them as the timer that signified the anesthesia losing its effect rang loudly, and the faint screams, groans, and sounds of struggling against his binds were heard.

Newly washed hands, black gloves, hung onto his ear as he proceeded to move the mic down lower to his mouth. One could say that it looked much like a modern bluetooth system in real life, aside from the fact that it was a holographic, but fully functioning, device.

"Yo Zero. You're going against the next texture. Arrives tomorrow, so get a partner and prepare yourselves."

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