"BEN."

"Dark Link..." BEN never enjoyed him. He always overpowered BEN since his 'accident'. Not once had BEN suspected that HE was behind this.

"What are you even doing here?!" BEN spit on Dark Link's cloths. "You're not even IN Majora's Mask. You're in Twilight Princess."

"That's true..." Dark Link held a glass of water and took a sip. "But then I would miss out on all the fun!" He dumped the rest onto BEN's face and smashed the glass as well. Pieces of glass dug into his face. Both the water and shards made him wince in pain. "What's with all these...other people Zelda?" Dark Link walked back over to the Princess, she smiled.

"They are all good fighters. I thought they could be useful!" Zelda pressed her button as all the chairs started to spit out white bolts. Each one of them screeched. All but Eyeless. He slowly got up and stumbled over to BEN as they were distracted. BEN was happy to see him as he started un-tying him. Eyeless fell back, his sockets glowing a dark green, and twitched on the floor. BEN looked up to see Dark Link picking Eyeless up.

"Nice try." He threw him on the concrete, breaking his left shoulder. It didn't seem to bother Eyeless cause he jumped back up, but slowly sat back on the floor.

"Take them to The Arena." Dark Link waved his hand as he walked back out the door. The Salesman rubbed his hands together and untied them all. Masky crawled over to Hoodie and Laughing Jack. Jeff stood up and stumbled over to BEN's table, trying to get him free. He was suddenly yanked back and dragged away. BEN soon was out of sight.

Jeff struggled to get free, but it was hopeless. Mask Salesman was stronger than he looked. Jeff was soon brought to a cage with Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless, and LJ already there. He got thrown inside, landing on Hoodie and Masky. Stumbling over to the bars, Jeff took out his knife and slashed at the metal. After what seemed like hours, Jeff dropped his knife and sunk down.

"I'm...I'm sorry BEN..." He cried into his knees.

"Don't...be."

Jeff looked up to see the Mask Salesman holding BEN by his collar. He was drenched, his cloths and hair burnt, and sparks spat out once in a while. The door flung open and BEN was thrown inside, his back slammed against the concrete wall behind him. As he fell to the floor, Jeff burst over to BEN. He picked him up and hugged him as the door behind them slammed shut. LJ stood up and looked out the bars.

"Now what?" He held his hands behind his head. No one knew what to do at this point. All but one...

"BEN. Do you have any idea what The Arena is?" Masky looked at BEN. He nodded.

"Well...I know...it's...an arena..." LJ walked up next to Masky. BEN rolled his eyes. Like THAT wasn't obvious. He told them everything he knew. The Arena was where players would go against each other to the death. A player controlled a character, and it could be anybody. You battle on a platform. Get knocked off that platform to many times, and you're out. Dead. Characters from video games would be used as the fighters, and most often it was people, Humans, who would play as them.

"You don't mean..." Jeff staggered back. He knew what BEN was talking about. They would play that all the time. LJ would join as well, and each one would bet the only thing that was of any value. Doing tasks for Slenderman.

"That's right Jeff," BEN's ear twitched as he heard Mask Salesman walk in. The door opened and Salesman looked at them all.

"Mortal Combat"