Chapter 3

"You're a hologram," I stated, matter-o-factly, staring at the demonic Link that stood before me.

An evil cackle broke through his lips at my remark, shaking his head. His blonde hair flipped as he did so, showing off more of his black eyes.

"No, babe. I'm afraid that isn't so," he purred, stepping off the desk and onto the floor.

He was relatively short for a guy, but I still had to look up at him. He was probably around five eight or nine. Next to my five two, it was a good distance. I gulped, trying to think this through rationally. I mean, there is no way this was happening. 'Ben' is a hologram. Period.

"Still don't believe me?" he chuckled, shutting his black eyes. Blood continued to poor down his cheeks. His eyes snapped open, the crimson pupils staring into mine. "Come on up, and see for yourself," he dared, offering his hand.

My eyes narrowed, warning sirens lighting up in my head. Shit… if he wasn't a hologram, which he was, he could drag me back into the computer and I'd be screwed. Perhaps it would be a good idea if I didn't take his hand… Without another thought, I took off my shoe, throwing it at him. It smacked right into his face, falling to the ground. I watched with an expressionless face as the shoe bounced off the carpet once, before settling.

"OW!" he hissed, rubbing where the shoe had him. "What the fuck was that? Now, I've seen a lot of strange reactions from people, but never have I been attacked by a damn shoe!" he yelled, scowling at me.

My face was still expressionless as my brain tried to process all of this. So… this dude is really here? I need some fucking Advil. My poker face was on as I stared at him, wondering what the hell I was expected to say. I take things a lot differently than most people.

"So. Wonderful weather we're having," I awkwardly mumbled, mentally slapping myself.

He stared at me for a moment, before throwing his head back as he laughed. Not menacing, at least. He wiped his hands over his face, swiping the blood away. He wiped his hands on his green tunic, staining it.

"You are fucking weird," he giggled, smiling. "Hello? Any one in Winter's head? I'm a creeper who just crawled out your computer! My eyes bleed, you've met with a terrible fate, blah, blah. And the second thing you say, after accusing me of being a hologram and throwing your shoe… is about weather?" he rambled, trying to hold in his laughs.

I shuffled my feet, pursing my lips. "Mhmm," I squeaked out, my grey eyes falling to the floor. Could he not sense I was socially awkward? And when I'm social, I'm a fucking smartass. Either way it isn't a win.

"Dude, you're funny. Heh, might keep you around for a bit before I kill you," he winked, plopping down in my swivel chair.

"Dude," I imitated, crossing my arms, "You're not gonna kill me. I'll go friggen GTA on you," I threatened, although it didn't appear as such at the moment.

His eyes widened, his mouth dropping. A sudden interest flickered across his face. "You got GTA?" he questioned.

What the fuck was going on here? So. There's this demon elf thing in my room, and I'm talking about the weather, videogames and throwing shoes. There has got to be something very, very wrong with me.

"Yes. Finished it twice," I replied, smirking.

"Heh. Try eleven and I'll be impressed, doll face," he grinned, folding his hands in front of him.

Now, my eyes widened. "Wow."

He cocked his head, some of his blonde hair falling back into his face. "You are weird," he repeated, watching me.

"Hey, I'm not the tunic wearing, black eyed, red pupiled, elf dude who crawls through computers," I growled, growing irritated at how he keeps stating how abnormal I am.

"You didn't freak out when you saw the tunic wearing, black eyed, red pupiled, elf dude that crawled through your computer," he smirked, slowly twisting side to side on the swivel chair.

I glared at him, pushing my glasses higher up on my nose. "I just don't know how to take these kind of erm… situations," I murmured in reply.

"Clearly. But don't worry. I'll get you to react like the rest, soon enough."

"And what would that be?" I questioned.

"Screaming. Horrified. Depressed. Scared. Suicidal," he growled, shining his pointed teeth as he smiled.

"Nah, I'm good," I sighed, looking down and fake inspecting my nails like a preppy girl.

"You are weird!" he wined, appearing to get agitated.

"Stop that!" I growled.

"Make me."

"Don't act like a three year old."

"Come at me bro."

"Fuck you."

"Where and when?"

I gave him the death glare as he smirked, still swiveling on the chair. "You're agitating," I sighed, walking to the door of my room.

"Thanks, that's my job. And where do you think you're going?" he growled, jumping in front of me, blocking the door.

I scowled as I stared up at him, waiting for him to step out of the way. "I want a soda, damn," I grumbled, pushing past him. His tunic was damp. Shit, it was going to get the carpet wet.

He blinked a few times, looking confused. His eyes narrowed as he stepped to the side, allowing me to pass. I heard his feet behind me as he followed me down stairs, and into the kitchen. Ben was right though. I was taking this a lot differently than I should be. But ya know, why give him the satisfaction of fear? Screaming and crying will get me no where. If he's gonna kill me… then he kills me. There isn't shit the police can do about some kid who can jump into electronics. So, I'm just gonna go with the flow. Maybe he'll get bored and go stalk some other person. I opened the refrigerator, grabbing a soda. I popped the lid, taking a swig before shutting the fridge.

"You want some soda or water or something?" I asked, leaning against the bar.

His eyes were questioning as he stared at me. His scowl increased at the word water. Heh. Guess he's a soda or tea kind of guy. Or alcohol. Probably alcohol. Yeah.

"No," he replied, watching me as I drank my soda.

I shrugged, walking around him and to my basement. I knew he'd follow. Oh well.

"Where are you going?" he hissed behind me, jogging to catch up.

"To the circus," I sarcastically replied, descending the stairs.

"I swear to Zalgo if you are trying to sneak attack me or some shit I'm gonna go all ninja on you," he murmured behind me. "No one acts this calm. I know you're plotting something, Winter," he growled.

"Not really. I don't really plan things," I yawned. "And stop calling me Winter! I prefer Winnie," I hissed as well.

"I don't really give a fuck, darlin'. I'm sticking with Winter and you can just- OH MY FUCKS IT'S HEAVEN ON EARTH!" he yelled, once he entered the game room.

I sighed, watching him run around like it was Christmas morning. What the actual fuck was going on? A demon elf is running around my game room. Something had to have been in that sandwich I ate early. Although there is no way I'd be tripping out this much.

"You have everything!" he excitedly yelled, looking around. "After you die, this is totally gonna be my hang out for a while," he chuckled, sitting down on one of the theater seats.

"Are you sure you'll remember in… hopefully around seventy, eighty years?" I questioned, sitting as well. The farthest seat away from Ben, though.

"Hopefully minutes, not years," he replied, grinning.

"In your dreams, elf boy." I rolled my eyes.

"It shall be my reality, blue haired bitch," he growled in response.

"Link wanna be."

"Fake scene slut."

"Cross dresser."

I smirked, looking at his tunic. Hell, it could be considered a dress. I don't know. His face heated up, glowing red as he angrily glared at me, searching his brain for another comeback.

"You… you… YOU ARE WEIRD!" he yelled, frustrated.

"You can't even come up with another comeback," I smirked, satisfied.

He glared at me, crossing his arms. "You don't know how easy it would be for me to end your life right now," he snarled.

"Do it then, fucker."

His eyes widened, his mouth dropping. Then, his head dropped as he glared at me. Blood streaked down his face once more, dripping down once it reached his jaw. He stretched out his hand, flicking his fingers out suddenly. One by one, each of the lights in the room burst, leaving darkness behind. I sighed, my heart quickening in my chest. There was fear in there. But I refused to show it.

Sparks of electricity danced between his finger tips as he glared at me, the malicious smile plastered on his face once more. Well. That would hurt. Yeah, a lot actually.

"Watch it," I hissed, leaning away.

"Afraid now?" he grinned, the sparks flickering and zapping.

"Trembling with fear," I sarcastically replied, smirking at him.

His smile vanished, replaced by a frown. He held out his hand, positioning it over my arm.

"Any last words, Winter?"

"Tacos," I immediately replied, staring at him.

His eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. The sparks dimmed away, until nothing was left in his hand. In the middle of the darkness, I sat there and waited.

"What… the… fuck."

"Yeah. You made all the light bulbs explode and now it's pitch black in here," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

A slight laugh sounded in the dark room.

"I was always a fan of videogames in the dark. You up?" he questioned, as the TV flickered on behind him, offering some light.

"Why not, Ben…" I paused, not knowing his last name.

"Drowned," he murmured, walking over and finding a controller. "If you would have kept playing Majora's Mask you would have known that."

"Ben Drowned."

"Yeah."

"So you drowned."

"Nah shit," he sighed. "But that's my name."

"So what's it like being a demon elf thingy?" I asked, picking up a controller for myself.

"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled, turning on my PS3.

"Well that was rude," I huffed, sitting down on one of my seats.

"Yep. A few games before we continue. You're a tough cookie to crack. Guess it's gonna talk a while. I need a game break. So step the fuck up and let's go," he snapped.

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