He was also flattered, because the message ordering him to do so called him, “the Protectors’ greatest commander,” which was a nice touch.
That was two months ago. In that time, Skrein gathered his fleet, and, from his flagship, the Katar, led his fleet to the other universe (which, he had to admit, was a unique experience; he doubted very many people had done so), and worked on tracking down the ship known as the Cheese Doodle.
For around two months, they followed tracks and trails and leads to almost no avail.
“Fleet Commander, we’ve found something,” one of his crew members told him.
“What is it?” Skrein asked.
“It appears to match the description of the Cheese Doodle.”
“Send word out to the fleet: cloak immediately.”
Within a few seconds, the entire fleet was rendered invisible to scans and eyes. Skrein was proud of his fleet for following his orders so quickly.
“Begin scanning the ship. I want to find all of its weaknesses.” Skrein said.
The officer complied.
Skrein waited patiently, knowing his mission would soon be complete.
Dorkpool: This is it. Not only is it the one year anniversary of the Riffs –
Sylvia: -uses noisemaker-
Dorkpool: But it’s also the longest Riff we’ve ever partaken in.
Mirror: What about “Little Miss Rarity?”
Dorkpool: I think this story is longer, but I should probably rephrase that. This is the longest single Riff we’ve ever partaken in.
Sylvia: Wait, single? Do you mean…?
Dorkpool: We’re Riffing this story in one go.
Mirror: Oh dear lord.
Sylvia: What’s the story?
Dorkpool: A Creepypasta classic that spawned many rip-offs, spin-offs, and ruined Majora’s Mask for most people. A story known as… “BEN Drowned.”
Mirror and Sylvia: -shocked gasping-
Dorkpool: So, without further ado, let’s get a game from a sketchy looking old guy, and Riff this bitch.
Post #1 (Sept. 7, 2010)
Okay, /x/, I need your help with this.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): See, I’ve got this persistent rash on my ankle, and it’s really annoying.
This is not copypasta, this is a long read,
Mirror: Understatement of the century.
but I feel like my safety or well-being could very well depend on this. This is video game related, specifically Majora's Mask, and this is the creepiest shit that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
Sylvia: (Narrator): Needless to say, I haven’t dealt with much creepy shit in my life.
Having said that, I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. I was stoked, to say the least, I could finally play all of those old games of my youth that I hadn't touched in at least a decade.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): And see just how much they’ve aged!
His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers, and while beggars can't be choosers, needless to say it didn't take long until I became bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs.
Mirror: (Narrator): About five minutes, actually.
That weekend I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off campus, hitting up the local garage sales, hoping to score on some good deals from ignorant parents). I ended up picking up a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye (fuck yeah), F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars.
Sylvia: (Narrator): I’m not quite sure why I bought two more controllers, since I have no friends.
Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I still have no idea why it did, there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it, but something sort of drew me there.
Dorkpool: The Force.
I usually trust my gut on these things so I got out of the car and I was greeted by an old man. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing.
Mirror: (Narrator): It had a whole “I’m a pedophile” vibe going.
It was odd, if you asked me to tell you why I thought he was displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything - there was just something about him that put me on edge, I can't explain it.
Sylvia: (Narrator): Maybe it was the gun he held to my head.
All I can tell you is that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there were other people within shouting distance, I would not have even thought of approaching this man.
He flashed a crooked smiled at me and asked what I was looking for, and immediately I noticed that he must be blind in one of his eyes; his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it. I forced myself to look to his left eye instead, trying not to offend,
Dorkpool: …and failing miserably.
and asked him if he had any old video games.
I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few ones in an old box. He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage. As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table.
Mirror: (Narrator): Porn. Lots and lots of porn.
Littered across his table were rather… peculiar paintings; various artworks that looked like ink blots that a psychiatrist might show you. Curious, I looked through them - it was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale, these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing.
Sylvia: (Narrator): They were a bunch of penises.
Mirror: Oh, it’s Freudian.
As I came to the last one, for some reason it looked almost like Majora's Mask - the same heart-shaped body with little spikes protruding outward. Initially I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots, but given the events that happened afterward I'm not so sure now. I should have asked the man about it. I wish I would have asked the man about it.
Dorkpool: Wamp wamp.
After staring at the Majora-shaped blot, I looked up and the old man was suddenly there again, arms-length in front of me, smiling at me.
Mirror: Shia surprise!
I'll admit I jumped out of reflex and I laughed nervously as he handed me a Nintendo 64 cartridge. It was the standard grey color, except that someone had written Majora on it in black permanent marker. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized what a coincidence this was and asked him how much he wanted for it.
Sylvia: (Old man): 1 billion dollars!
The old man smiled at me and told me that I could have it for free, that it used to belong to a kid who was about my age that didn't live here anymore. There was something weird about how the man phrased that, but I didn't really pay any attention to then,
Dorkpool: (Narrator): …because I have the attention span of a gnat.
I was too caught up in not only finding this game but getting it for free.
I reminded myself to be a bit skeptical since this looked like a pretty shady cartridge and there's no guarantee it would work, but then the optimist inside me interjected that maybe it was some kind of beta version or pirated version of the game and that was all I needed to be back on cloud nine.
Mirror: (Narrator): It’s that same kind of positivity and repression that allows me to ignore the terrible mental scars of my childhood!
I thanked the man and the man smiled at me and wished me well, saying "Goodbye then!" - at least that's what it sounded like to me. All the way in the car-ride home, I had a nagging doubt that the man had said something else. My fears were confirmed when I booted up the game (to my surprise it worked just fine) and there was one save file named simply "BEN". "Goodbye Ben", he was saying "Goodbye Ben".
Sylvia: (Old man): Goodbye, Ben. You were always a disappointment to me.
I felt bad for the man, obviously a grandparent and obviously going senile, and I - for some reason or another - reminded him of his grandson "Ben".
Out of curiosity I looked at the save file. Eyeballing it, I could tell that he was pretty far in the game - he had almost all of the masks and 3/4 remains of the bosses. I noticed that he had used an owl statue to save his game, he was on Day 3 and by the Stone Tower Temple with hardly an hour left before the moon would crash. I remember thinking that it was a shame that he had come so close to beating the game but he never finished it. I made a new file named "Link" out of tradition and started the game, ready to relive my childhood.
For such a shady looking game cartridge, I was impressed at how smoothly it ran - literally just like a retail copy of the game save for a few minor hiccups here and there (like textures being where they shouldn't be, random flashes of cutscenes at odd intervals, but nothing too bad). However the only thing that was a little unnerving was that at times the NPCs would call me "Link" and at other times they would call me "BEN".
Dorkpool: (Narrator): And sometimes they’d call me JOOOOOHN CEEEEEENAAAAA!
Sylvia: Oh dear god.
I figured it was just a bug - a fluke in the programming causing our files to get mixed up or something. It did kind of creep me out though after a while, and it was around after I had beaten the Woodfall Temple that I regrettably went into the save files and deleted "BEN" (I had intended to preserve the file just out of respect of the game's original owner, it's not like I needed two files anyway), hoping that that would solve the problem.
Mirror: (Narrator): It ended up causing the apocalypse.
It did and it didn't, now NPCs wouldn't call me anything, where my name should be in the dialogue there was just a blank space (my save file name was still called "Link", though). Frustrated, and with homework to do, I put the game down for a day.
I started playing the game again last night, getting the Lens of Truth and working my way towards completing the Snowhead Temple. Now, some of you more hardcore Majora's Mask players know about the "4th Day" glitch - for those who don't
Sylvia: (Narrator): …it’s probably because you have a life.
you can Google it but the gist of it is that right as the clock is about to hit 00:00:00 on the final day, you talk to the astronomer and look through the telescope. If you time it right the countdown disappears and you essentially have another day to finish whatever you were doing. Deciding to do the glitch to try and finish the Snowhead Temple, I happened to get it right on the first try and the time counter at the bottom disappeared.
However, when I pressed B to exit the telescope, instead of being greeted by the astronomer I found myself in the Majora boss fight room at the end of the game (the trippy boxed in arena) staring at Skull Kid hovering above me.
Mirror: -singing- Spooky, scary Skull Kid…
There was no sound, just him floating in the air above me, and the background music which was regular for the area (but still creepy). Immediately my palms began to sweat - this was definitely not normal. Skull Kid NEVER appeared here.
Sylvia: (Narrator): He appeared only when you looked at old tube TVs and said three times into the screen, “Creepypasta.”
I tried moving around the area, and no matter where I went, Skull Kid would always be facing me, looking at me, not saying anything. Nothing would happen though, and this kept up for around sixty seconds. I thought the game had bugged or something - but I was beginning to doubt that very much.
I was about to reach for the reset button when text appeared on my screen: "You're not sure why, but you apparently had a reservation…"
Dorkpool: This sounds like it’s getting kinda rapey.
I instantly recognized that text - you get that message when you get the Room Key from Anju at the Stock Pot Inn, but why was it playing here? I refused to entertain the notion that it was almost as if the game was trying to communicate with me. I started navigate the room again, testing to see if that was some sort of trigger that enabled me to interact with something here, then I realized how stupid I was - to even think that someone could reprogram the game like this was absurd.
Mirror: Didn’t the guy who wrote this story hack the game to create the gameplay footage?
Dorkpool: Stop bringing reality into this.
Sure enough, fifteen seconds later another message appeared on the screen, and again like the first one it was already a pre-existing phrase "Go to the lair of the temple's boss? Yes/No". I paused for a second, contemplating what I should press and how the game would react, when I realized that I couldn't select no.
Sylvia: Well, you could, it’s just that the guy wouldn’t listen.
Mirror: Don’t you mean the game?
Sylvia: Oh, right, we were talking about the story.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed Yes and the screen faded to white, with the words "Dawn of a New Day" with the subtext "||||||||" beneath it. Where I was ported to filled me with the most intense sense of dread and impending fear I had ever experienced
Dorkpool: Dread, huh? Is it because of Sylvester Stallone?
The only way I can describe the way I felt here is having this feeling of inexplicable depression on a profound scale.
Mirror: So the emotions of anyone who’s seen Fant4stic.
I am normally not a depressed person, but the way I felt here was a feeling that I didn't even knew existed - it was such a twisted, powerful presence that seemed to wash over me.
I appeared in some kind of weird twilight-zone version of Clock Town.
All: -hum Twilight Zone theme-
I walked out of the Clock Tower (as you normally do when you start from Day 1) only to find that all of the inhabitants were gone. Usually with the 4th Day glitch you can still find the guards and the dog that runs around outside the tower - this time they were all gone. What replaced them was the ominous feeling that there was something out there, in the same area as me and that it was watching me.
Sylvia: Slender Man?
I had four hearts to my name and the Hero's Bow, but at this point I wasn't even considered for my avatar, I felt that I personally was in some kind of danger. Perhaps the most chilling thing was the music - it was the Song of Healing, ripped straight from the game itself, but played in reverse.
Dorkpool: And a cliché is born!
The music would get louder, building up so as if you should expect something to pop out at you, but nothing ever did, and the constant loop began to wear on my mental state.
Every now and then I would hear the faint laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman in the background, just quiet enough so that I wasn't sure if I just hearing things but just loud enough to keep me determined to find him. I looked in all four zones of Clock Town, only to find nothing.... No one. Textures were missing, West Clock Town had me walking on air, the entire area felt... broken.
Mirror: Well, yeah. The textures and crap were missing. Of course it’s broken!
Hopelessly broken. As the reverse Song of Healing repeated for what must have been the 50th time, I just remember standing in the middle of South Clock Town realizing that I had never felt so alone in a video game before.
As I walked through the ghost town, I don't know whether it was the combination of the out of place textures and the atmosphere and the haunting melody of the once peaceful and soothing song being butchered and distorted, but I was literally on the verge of tears and I had no idea why.
Sylvia: Maybe your hormones are acting up.
I hardly ever cry, something had gripped me here and this powerful sense of depression that was both foreign and crippling.
I tried leaving Clock Town, but every time I attempted to zone out, the screen would fade to black and I would just zone in to another part of Clock Town. I tried playing my Ocarina, I wanted to escape, and I did NOT want to be here, but every time I played the Song of Time or Song of Soaring it would only say "Your notes echo far, but nothing happens".
Dorkpool: Shame the same can’t be said for whatever Trump says.
By this point, it was obvious the game didn't want me to leave, but I had no idea why it was keeping me here. I didn't want to go inside the buildings, I felt that I would be too vulnerable there to whatever I was terrified of. I don't know why, but I came up with the idea that maybe if I drowned myself at the Laundry Pool I could spawn somewhere else and leave this place.
As I zoned in and ran towards the pool, that's when it happened.
Sylvia: (Narrator): I finally became a woman.
Link grabbed his head, and the screen flashed for a brief moment of the Happy Mask Salesman smiling at me - not Link - me with Skull Kid's scream playing in the background and when the screen returned I was staring at the Link Statue from playing the song Elegy of Emptiness.
Dorkpool: And now this thing will always be associated with this story.
I screamed as the thing just stared back at me with that haunting facial expression. I turned around and ran out and back into South Clock Town, and to my horror the fucking statue followed me in the only way I can compare this is like the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who.
Mirror: Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink. Good Luck.
Sylvia: Isn’t that the strategy to win SCP: Containment Breach?
Every so often, at random intervals, the animation would play of the statue appearing behind me. It was like the thing was chasing me, or - I don't even want to fucking say it - haunting me.
Sylvia: So spooky.
By this point, I was on the verge of hysterics, but not even once did the thought of turning off the console occur to me, I don't know why,
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Maybe it’s because my life is completely based on N64 video games.
I was so wrapped up in it - the terror felt all so real. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time. Link started to begin to make weird animations I had never even seen him do before, he would flail his arms around or spasm randomly
Mirror: “Promise” plays in the background.
and the screen would cut to the Happy Mask Salesman smiling again for a brief moment before I was face to face with that fucking statue again. I ended up running into the Swordmaster's Dojo and ran to the back, I don't know why, but in my panic I just wanted some kind of assurance that I'm not alone here. To my dismay I found no one, but as I turned to leave the statue cornered me in the cubby in the back. I tried attacking the statue with my sword but to no avail. Confused, and backed into a corner, I just stared at the statue waiting for it to kill me. Suddenly, the screen flashed again to the Happy Mask Salesman and Link turned to face my screen, standing upright mirroring the statue, looking at me along with his copy. Literally staring at me. Whatever was left of the 4th wall was completely shattered while I ran out of the dojo terrified.
Sylvia: And somewhere, Deadpool is planning to sue.
Suddenly the game warped me to an underground tunnel and the reverse Song of Healing queued up again as I was given a brief moment of rest before the statue started appearing behind me again... this time aggressively - I could only take a few steps before it would summon behind me again. I hurriedly made my way out of the tunnel and appeared in Southern Clock Town. As I ran aimlessly - in a sheer panic - suddenly a redead screamed and the screen faded to black as "Dawn of a New Day" and "|||||||||" appeared again.
Dorkpool: So this like “Groundhog’s Day,” but with less Bill Murray and more Link.
The screen faded in and I was standing on top of Clock Tower with Skull Kid hovering over me again, silent. I looked up and the moon was back, looming just meters above my head, but the Skull Kid just stared at me hauntingly with that fucking mask. A new song was playing - the Stone Tower Temple theme played in reverse.
Mirror: Why is it always in reverse? Why can’t it be at ¼ speed or something?
In some sort of desperate attempt, I equipped my bow and fired off a shot at the Skull Kid - and it actually hit him and he played an animation of him reeling back. I fired again and on the third arrow, a text box appeared saying
Sylvia: (Text box): You have failed this city.
"That won't do you any good. Hee, hee." and I was picked up off the ground, levitated upwards on my back, and then Link screamed as he burst into flames, instantly killing him.
Dorkpool: Sick burn.
I jumped when this happened - I had never seen this move used by ANYONE in the game and Skull Kid himself didn't HAVE any moves. As the death screen played, my lifeless body still burning, the Skull Kid laughed and the screen faded to black, only to have me reappear in the same place. I decided to charge him, but the same thing happened, Link's body was lifted off the ground by some unknown force and he immediately burst into flames again killing him. This time during the death screen the faint sounds of the reverse Song of Healing could be heard. On my third (and final try), I noticed that there was no music playing this time, that all there was was eerie silence.
I remembered that in the original encounter with the Skull Kid you were supposed to use the Ocarina to either travel back in time or summon the giants. I attempted to play the Song of Time but before I could hit the last note Links body once again horrifically exploded into flames and he died.
Sylvia: Looks like he was out of time!
Dorkpool: Heyo – wait, puns are my thing!
As the death screen neared its end, it began to chug, as if the cartridge was trying to process a lot of something.... When the screen came to, it was the same scene as the first three times, except this time Link was lying on the ground dead in a position I had never seen in the game before, his head tilted towards the camera, with the Skull Kid floating above him. I couldn't move, I couldn't press any buttons, all I could do is just stare at Link's dead body.
Dorkpool: What great gameplay.
After around thirty seconds of this, the game simply fades out with the message "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before kicking you out to the title screen.
Upon getting back to the title screen and starting again, I noticed my save file was no longer there. Instead of "Link", it was replaced with "YOUR TURN". "YOUR TURN" had 3 hearts, 0 masks, and no items. I selected "YOUR TURN" and immediately when I did I was returned to the Clock Tower Rooftop scene of my Link dead and the Skull Kid hovering over, with the Skull Kid's laughing looping again and again.
Mirror: I guess you shouldn’t have done that.
Dorkpool: Okay, seriously, both of you, stop taking my thing.
I quickly hit the reset button and when the game booted up again there was one more save file added, below "YOUR TURN", entitled "BEN". "BEN"'s save file is right back where it was before I deleted it, at the Stone Tower Temple with the moon almost crashing.
I turned the game off at that point, I'm not superstitious but this is WAY too fucked up even for me.
Sylvia: (Narrator): And believe me, I am pretty fucked up.
I haven't played it at all today, hell, I didn't even get any sleep last night, I kept hearing the reverse Song of Healing music in my head and just remembering the sense of dread I felt exploring Clock Town. I drove back to the old man's house today to ask him some questions with a buddy of mine (no way I was going there alone), only to find that there's a For Sale sign in the front yard and when I rang the door no one was home.
Dorkpool: -hums Twilight Zone theme in reverse-
Mirror: Why in reverse?
Dorkpool: It was fitting.
So now I'm back here writing down the rest of my thoughts and recording what happened, sorry if some of this has grammatical errors and whatnot, I'm running on no sleep here.
Mirror: Actually, some kudos are in order here. This story is longer than most of the ones we Riff, and yet it’s much literate.
I'm terrified of this game, even more so now that I relived it a second time writing this all down, but I feel like there's still more to it than meets the eye,
and that there's something calling to me to investigate this further. I think "BEN" is something in this equation, but I don't know what, and if I could get a hold of the old man then I would be able to find some answers. I need another day or so to recuperate before tackling this game again, its already taken a toll on my sanity I feel like, but next time I do this I'm going to be recording my footage all the way through.
Dorkpool: By which you mean hacking the game and recording it.
The idea to record only came to me towards the end, so you see the last few minutes of what I saw (including Skull Kid and the Elegy statue), but it's on YouTube here.
I'm going to stay in this thread for a little while longer before I fall asleep to answer any questions you guys might have or hopefully listen to your ideas or theories to help me shed some light into this or maybe things I should try to do, I think I'm going to play BEN's file tomorrow to see what happens, maybe I was supposed to do that all along.
Mirror: You…should have done that?
I don't believe in paranormal shit, but this is a little fucked up, but maybe this BEN guy is just a really good hacker/programmer, I don't want to think about the alternatives if he isn't.
That's the end of the copy/paste, I'm hoping that maybe this is some kind of running gag the developers had and that other people have gotten "gag" or "hacked" copies of the game like this. This just really scares me.
Sylvia: (Narrator): Then again, I scare easily, so whatever.
Post #2 (Sept. 8, 2010)
I'm going to post what happened and link the video footage, but last night everything got too real for me. I think I'm done messing around with this. I passed out pretty much immediately after making that thread. But last night, that Elegy of Emptiness statue, I had a dream about it.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): I have a dream! A dream that one day everyone will copy parts of this story to make crappy knockoffs!
I dreamed that it was following me in my dream, that I would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end. I would turn around that thing... that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away. In my dream I remember calling it
Dorkpool: JOOOOOOHN CEEEEEENAAAAA!
Mirror: Please stop.
Sylvia: Yes, please.
Dorkpool: Then stop taking my thing!
Ben, and never before had I had a dream that I could remember so vividly. But the important thing is I did get some sleep, I suppose.
Today, putting off playing the game as long as I could, I drove back up to that neighborhood to see if the old man came back. As I expected, the car was still gone and no one was home. As I was walking back to my car, the man next door mowing the grass killed the power to his lawnmower and asked me if I was looking for someone.
Mirror: (Narrator): I responded, “The old man who sold me a haunted video game.” The man just backed away slowly.
I told him that I was looking to talk to the old man that lived here, to which he told me what I already knew - he was moving. Trying a different avenue, I asked if the old man had any family or relatives I could talk to. I discovered that this old man had never been married, nor did he have any children or grandchildren through adoption. Starting to become worried, I asked one final question, one that I should have asked from the beginning - who was Ben?
Sylvia: Ben was phone.
The man's expression turned grim and I learned that four doors down around eight years ago on April 23 - the man informed me that it was the same day as his anniversary, that's how he knew the specific date –
Dorkpool: That’s shocking!
Mirror: What, that Ben drowned the same day the guy got married?
Dorkpool: No, that the guy remembered his anniversary!
there was an accident with a young boy named Ben in the neighborhood. Shortly after his parents moved, and despite any further attempts to talk to the man to get more information, he wouldn't divulge anything else.
I went back and started playing again, I loaded up the game and immediately I jumped at the title screen where the mask flies by - the sound that played was not the normal "whoosh" sound, it was something much more higher pitched.
Mirror: (Narrator): A WHEESH sound.
I pressed start, bracing for the worst, but just like two nights ago, the files "Your Turn" and "BEN" were displayed (truth be told I looked at the BEN file earlier, it seems to fluctuate between displaying the Owl Save and not). I brought up the BEN file, hesitated for a moment noticing that the stats were not the same as they original were two days ago, it seemed like he had already completed the Stone Tower Temple this time... Summoning my courage I selected it.
Immediately I was thrust into complete chaos.
Sylvia: Did it involve any emeralds?
Mirror: Wrong franchise.
Sure enough, I was outside Stone Tower Temple, but that's about all that was expected. The zone itself wasn't called Stone Tower Temple, but rather "St o n e", and immediately a dialogue box of complete gibberish that I couldn't make out greeted me.
Dorkpool: Look, it’s [insert the name of almost any Jeff-based story we’ve Riffed]!
Link's body was distorted - his back was cocked violently to the side where his posture was permanently disfigured. Link's expression was dull, almost monotonous, he had an expression on his face that I didn't recognize before, it was a blank look - as if he was dead.
Mirror: Or bored.
As Link stood there his body spasmed irregularly back and forth I examined what had become of my avatar and noticed I had a C button item I had never seen before, some kind of note, but pressing it did nothing. Sounds played back and forth that I didn't recognize from the game - almost demonic in nature,
Sylvia: Please tell me Satan isn’t in this story.
and there was some kind of high-pitched yip or some kind of laugh or something playing in the background. I had all of two minutes to take in the environment before another one of those fucking Elegy of Emptiness statues was summoned and immediately after I was cut into the "Dawn of a New Day" screen, except this time it was without the "||||||" subtext.
I was a Deku Scrub in Clock Town -
Dorkpool: What a skrub.
this scene would normally play after the first time you traveled back in time. Tatl would say "Wh-What just happened? It's as if everything has..." but instead of saying "Started over", she finished her remark in broken text as the laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman played in the background. I was put back in control of my character, but from a fucked up camera angle - I was looking from behind the door to the Clock Tower, watching my avatar run around as a Deku Scrub.
Mirror: (Narrator): And yet this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen today, especially if you check my Internet history.
Seeing as how I really had no place to go because I couldn't see anything, I begrudgingly went inside the door. There, I was greeted by the Happy Mask Salesman who simply told me "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the screen whited out.
I was in Termina field as a human again. I might as well not have been playing the same game anymore - I was being warped around and there was no sign of a day clock or anything. I took a moment to get my bearings as I looked around the field and immediately I could tell that this was not normal.
Sylvia: This is where you begin to realize this wasn’t normal? Took you long enough.
There were no enemies and a twisted version of the Happy Mask Salesman's theme was playing. I decided to run towards Woodfall before I noticed a gathering of three figures off to the side - one of them being Epona. As I approached them, to my horror I saw the Happy Mask Salesman, the Skull Kid, and the Elegy of Emptiness statue just standing there. I figured maybe they were bugged out, but by now I told myself that I should know better. Nevertheless, I approached them carefully and found that the Skull Kid was playing some kind of idle animation on loop, same with Epona, and the Elegy of Emptiness statue was doing what it has been doing all along - just standing there eerily.
Dorkpool: (Patrick Star): They’re just standing there. Menacingly!
It was the Happy Mask Salesman that scared me more profoundly than the other two.
He too was idle, wearing that shit-eating grin, but where-ever I moved, his head slowly turned and followed me. I had not engaged in any dialogue with him nor was I in combat with him, yet his head still continued to follow my movements. Reminded of my first encounter with the Skull Kid on top of Clock Tower, I pulled out my Ocarina (to which the game played the ding sound when you're supposed to play your Ocarina) and tried a song I hadn't played yet - the Happy Mask Salesman's own song and the song that had been playing on loop back in Day 4 - the Song of Healing.
Mirror: (Narrator): However, when I tried it, Pharell William’s “Happy” played instead.
I finished playing the song and as I did, a ear-piercing shriek blasted on my TV, the sky immediately started flashing, the Happy Mask Salesman's twisted theme song sped up, intensifying the fear inside me, and Link exploded into flames and died. The three figures stayed lit up during my death screen as they watched my lifeless body burn.
Sylvia: Weirdest Burning Man ever.
I can't describe to you how sudden and terrifying the transition from eerie to terror it is, you're going to have to watch the video if you want to see first-hand. That same fear that caused me to lose sleep two days ago started to grip me again as I was met with the text "You've met with a horrible fate, haven't you?" for the third time. There has to be some kind of meaning behind that.
Dorkpool: Yeah. It means, “you’re fucked.”
I had little time to ponder as I was immediately given another small cut-scene of transforming into a Zora
Mirror: Oh no.
Dorkpool: Zora? Gasp! ZORAX!
Mirror: Dude, just stop.
Dorkpool: Fine. Can I make John Cena jokes?
Mirror and Sylvia: NO.
and now I found myself in Great Temple Bay. Hesitant but curious to see what the game had in store for me, I slowly made my way towards the beach, where I found Epona. I wondered why the game had decided to put her here, was the game implying she was trying to get a drink?
Sylvia: Maybe it was trying to imply that she had a drinking problem.
Unable to take the mask off, I decided that riding the steed wasn't the reason she was placed there.
Suddenly I realized that Epona kept neighing and the way she was angled made it look like she was trying to signal a point to me off in the distance. It was a hunch, but I dove into Great Bay and started swimming. Sure enough - I almost missed it - I found something at the bottom of the ocean; one last Elegy of Emptiness statue. I went down to examine it and suddenly my Zora started doing a choking animation I had never seen a Zora do before - which didn't even make sense because Zora's can breath underwater.
Dorkpool: Fuck the canon, let’s be spooky!
Regardless, my character choked to death and died, and again the statue was the only thing that was highlighted in my death. I didn't re-spawn this time, I was booted back to the main menu as if I restarted the console.
The "press start" screen was before me, I knew the only reason why it would put me here is because the save files had changed again. Taking a deep breath, I pressed start, and I was right. The new save files told me about Ben. Now it made sense why the statue appeared when I tried to go to the Laundry Pool - the game must have anticipated how I would have tried to escape the Day 4 Clock Town.
Mirror: The game knows all.
The two save files told me his fate. As I suspected, Ben was dead. He had drowned. The game obviously isn't through with me - it taunts me with the new save files - it wants me to keep playing, it wants me to go further, but I'm done with this shit. I'm not touching any more of the files.
Sylvia: And there’s still more story to go. I think you’re a liar.
This is already way too horrifying for me and I don't even believe in the paranormal, but I'm running out of explanations. Why would someone send me this message? I don't understand it, I just get too depressed thinking about this, the footage is up here for those who want to see it and try and analyze it (maybe there's some kind of coded message in the gibberish
Dorkpool: Possibly involving the Illuminati.
or something symbolic in what I went through - I'm too emotionally and mentally drained to fuck with it anymore).
Post #3 (Sept. 10, 2010)
I know its early in the morning, I've stayed up all night, I can't sleep, I don't care if people see this, that's not the point, I just want the word to get spread so I don't suffer for nothing. I've lost the will to type about this, the less I dwell on this the better, I think the video just speaks for itself.
Mirror: (Commentor): The video is just 10 hours of Justin Bieber getting shot.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Exactly.
I did what you guys told me to do, I played the Elegy of Emptiness song at the first prompt by the game I was given, but I think that's what the game or Ben (Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm even humoring the absurd idea that he exists in the game) wanted me to do. He's following me now, not just in the game, he's in my dreams. I see him all the time, behind my back, just watching me. I haven't gone to any of my classes, I've stayed in my dorm room with the windows closed and the blinds shut - that way I know he can't watch me. But he still gets me when I play, when I play he can still see me.
Sylvia: Then why are you playing?
The game is scaring me now. It talked to me for the first time - not just using text that's already in the game - it spoke to me. Talked to me. It referenced Ben. It talked to me. I don't know what it means. I don't know what it wants. I never wanted this, I just want my old life back.
Stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me,
Dorkpool: (Narrator): It happens to anime protagonists.
I'm just a kid, not even old enough to drink yet. It's not fair, I want to go home, I want to see my parents again, I'm so far away from home here at this school, I just want to hug my mom again. I just want to forget that statue's horrible blank face. My original game file is back - just the way I left it before it was gone. I don't want to play anymore. I feel like something bad will happen if I don't, but that's impossible, it's a video game - haunted or not it can't hurt me, right? Like seriously though, it can't, right?
Mirror: Suuuuuuuure. Totally. You’re 100% safe.
That's what I keep telling myself, but every time I think about it I'm not so sure.
Post #4 (Sept. 12, 2010)
Let me just clear things up - I know you guys are worried but "jadusable" is okay. He finished moving out today and he said he's going back home, he's just taking this semester off. I'm not really sure what's happened; I have a vague idea but you guys probably know more than I do. I'm "jadusable's" roommate
Sylvia: (Roommate): And boyfriend.
and obviously I knew something was wrong with him for a few days now. He stayed in his room all the time, fell out of contact with literally all of his friends, and I'm pretty sure he hadn't been eating hardly anything, after the second day I couldn't stay in there anymore, so I've been crashing at a buddy's place, only coming in to my room to get stuff that I need.
Dorkpool: (Roommate): Like my drugs.
I tried talking to him several times but he would cut me off or keep the conversation brief when I asked him about his strange behavior, it like he was convinced something was hunting him. Yesterday I came to grab my philosophy book and he approached me, looking awful, like horrible bags under his eyes. He handed me a flash drive and gave me specific instructions.
Mirror: (Roommate): He told me it held something called “Sonic.exe,” and it needed to be destroyed before its stupidity was unleashed upon the world.
He told me that he needs me to do one last favor for him - he finally explained to me what has been going on, gave me the account info to his YouTube account, and told me that he's getting away from here, that it lured him to play it again instead of trying to change things and that he shouldn't of done that, and to upload the footage and inform people what happened. I told him that he could do it himself and he got this wild look in his eye and told me that he is never looking at that game again, and that's the last thing he said to me, he never even said bye when his parents came to pick him up. I never even got to meet his parents.
Sylvia: (Roommate): Not that I’m offended or anything. I mean, I’m only his roommate, and he’s only my senpai.
I honestly cant tell you what happened, when he spoke it was kind of hard to understand him and his fucked up appearance really distracted me. On the flash drive there was the footage of the game last night, a text document with his name and password for YouTube, and a third document called TheTruth.txt containing what he told me were "his notes" that he'd taken.
Dorkpool: Little did anyone know the notes were just his smut novel.
He told me that this meant everything to him that I follow his instructions exactly, normally I wouldn't be so 'to-the-letter' for request over a fucking video game, but the way he spoke and the way he looked made me know this was really serious, and I'm going to honor that. I've had this video since yesterday, but had to have someone help me use pinnacle, that's not really my forte. That after watching it I had to go back through and look at his other videos on his YouTube account to realize what was going on and even then I'm really really confused.
Mirror: Aren’t we all.
The video I'm releasing tonight, TheTruth.txt will be released on September 15 just like he requested. I haven't dared peek at it yet, so the first time I see it will be the first time you see it out of respect to my friend. To answer your questions, no, I haven't tried calling him yet, I think I'll give him a call tomorrow to see if hes okay or not.
Sylvia: (Roommate): And to confess my love.
He should have gotten back home by now.
About the video: in this video I cut straight to when he loaded the "BEN" file in the game, looking back I realized that jadusable left the save select screen in because it said different names sometimes, so my bad for that, but all it said this time was the same at the end of his last video (Link and BEN), nothing different.
Dorkpool: (Roommate): So I just saved you all time. You’re welcome.
I wasn't there when he played it, but it looks to me like in the beginning when he first spawns he's testing out his equipment or seeing what items he has or something, because apparently they've changed randomly before. Then, after that I just think the game got too personal for him.
Mirror: This time – it’s personal. Jadusable is Jadusable in “BEN Drowned: The Movie.”
Post #5 (Sept. 15, 2010)
Hey, guys. "Jadusable" here. This will be the last time you will be hearing from me,
Sylvia: (Jadusable): As I’ve decided to go Amish.
and this is my final gift to you - these are the notes that I have taken and the realizations I've made. Before I delve into this, I want to thank you for following me and thank you for listening, it feels like the weight of a powerful burden is about to be lifted. By the time you read this I won't be around anymore, but after spending four days with this maddening game, I have begun to understand what's really at play here and hopefully after reading this we can ensure that this never happens again.
There are things that I could not share with you while this was going on due to the circumstances to which I'll explain. With Ben blocking any attempt I made to try and relay the truth to you, I tried, ever so subtly, to warn you guys in various ways. Amidst the chaos and my delirium, I devised a make a barely noticeable pattern in my videos. In all five videos I recorded over the four days, I have either had the Mask of Truth, interacted with a Gossip Stone, or the Lens of Truth equipped at some point. For you Zelda enthusiasts these are all symbols of honesty and trustworthiness and I would hope that one of you may have picked up on the reference.
Dorkpool: (Jadusable): For you non-Zelda enthusiasts, this means absolutely nothing to you.
As I played the file which I would name "BEN", being mindful of how Ben was watching over my every move in the game, I made a point to avoid doing anything too obvious, but I sent out a hidden message to you guys - I never equipped the Lens nor the Mask nor visited a stone. It worked, and the video was uploaded. I prayed that someone would notice the pattern didn't apply to BEN.
The tags followed suit too, I hope you guys paid attention to those as well. They were my little messages to you –
Mirror: That message was: “I have absolutely no life at all.”
nothing big enough that would catch Ben's attention or make him suspect anything - with Ben manipulating and changing my files, I honestly hope that what you guys saw was close to what actually happened, but there is no way for me to know.
This may be a long read, I don't have time to proof-read or make all of my research pretty. But here it all is.
September 6, 2010
11:00pm - Can't believe what happened, not sure if this is some kind of elaborate hoax, despite the fear I can't help but be exceptionally curious about this. Who or what is the statue?
Sylvia: Who was phone?
Lot of questions here. I'm starting this document as a "diary" so I can keep track of everything. I'm typing up a summary of what happened so I can come back to it later.
September 7, 2010
2:10am - (Summary was posted here, you can go back and look at my first post for day four.wmv for that)
4:23am - I can't sleep. I've been trying so hard but the harder I try I just get more restless. I just feel like that statue is appearing whenever I close my eyes.
Dorkpool: (Jadusable): The statue’s really getting clingy.
8:20am - Didn't sleep at all, just going to start my day. I don't think I have the energy to go to class today, I'm going to drive back down to talk to that old man, taking my buddy Tyler with me just in case.
1:18pm - Back home now. No sign of the old man, really weird that he appears to be moving the next day, but maybe the For Sale sign was up there yesterday and I just didn't notice it. Tyler wants to know what's gotten me all worked up, I didn't tell him. Going to eat, feel like death.
3:46pm - Could've sworn driving back from Subway that I saw the Elegy statue buried in some shrubbery staring at me go by. Now I definitely, definitely need sleep.
Mirror: I’m sure Jeff could help with that.
5:00pm - Don't think a lot of people would believe me if I told them about what's happening, think I'm going to try posting this on the internet.
Sylvia: Because people on the Internet would believe you.
Think I'll just use the summary, these notes are pretty sporadic.
6:00pm - Connected my capture card to my computer to upload the footage. Thought my computer froze for a second, made this strange popping sound when I hooked everything up, but now it seems to be working fine again. My computer can't die on me now.
7:00pm - Footage is finished uploading. The quality's a lot better than I thought it would be, gee, guess this is a really special cartridge, I've never had it come through this clear before.
8:45pm - Thought I saw an icon pop up on my desktop that looked like the statue's face for a split second, gave me quite a scare.
Dorkpool: Don’t you just hate jump scares? Or icon scares.
Getting really unnerved and delirious, I'm going to crash after this.
9:00pm - Begin uploading my YouTube video on an alternate account.
9:03pm - I don't remember having uploaded a Vampire: The Masquerade: Bloodlines video last year.
Mirror: Well, of course. Marik Ishtar did.
This was probably the account that I shared with a friend of mine last summer, I hope he doesn't mind me using it to upload this.
9:55pm - Posting my summary of Day Four with a link to the YouTube video. Going to try to stay awake but I am sooooo tired right now.
September 8, 2010
10:48am - I had a dream about the statue. I dreamed that it was following me in my dream, that I would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end. I would turn around that thing... that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away.
Sylvia: (Statue): ‘Sup. Don’t mind me, just being creepy.
In my dream I remember calling it Ben, power of suggestion most likely, and never before had I had a dream that I could remember so vividly.
11:21am - I really don't want to play this game again. I think I'm going to go back to see if that old man's there instead.
1:35pm - No old man, but I had an interesting conversation with his neighbor.
Dorkpool: (Jadusable): It was mainly about how the government is controlling peoples’ minds with flu shots and satellites.
I'll post the full thing with my summary of tonight's attempt at playing the game, going to wait for a bit though and see if I can't dig up any information on this Ben guy.
2:45pm - I've been getting random, inexplicable headaches due to the lack of sleep and keep hearing that song in my head. Also its flu season, so I need to be careful not to get sick, my immune system is going to be shit right now because of that all-nighter.
3:02pm - My computer just... on its own... opened up a text document and wrote the words "Hi" and "www.cleverbot.com" by itself. What... the... fuck...
Mirror: NSA, stop trolling people.
3:46pm - I went to the website, its one of those "bot chatting" programs. I think its best if I just let the conversation speak for itself:
Sylvia: (User): Is it me you’re looking for?
User: Who is this and how are you able to control my computer?
Cleverbot: Who am I?
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): I’M BATMAN.
User: Right, forgot. You're a bot.
Cleverbot: Do you really think that?
Mirror: (User): No, but I do think that a lot of people are now going to go on Cleverbot and post their conversations in the comments of this story.
User: Listen, I know whoever's fucking with my computer can see my screen right now.
User: Yeah, and I'll wager that youre one of those IT kids who thinks he's tough shit. You know what you're doing right now is illegal, right/?
Cleverbot: Is it?
User: No shit. Are you familiar with hte terms "invasion of privacy?".
Sylvia: Looking at you here, NSA.
Get the fuck off my computer, kid
Cleverbot: I am your computer.
Dorkpool: Joey, did you eat my sandwich?
Mirror: I am your sandwich.
User: Cool story. Anyway, I'm calling DPS, you picked a bad time to fuck with me kid.
Cleverbot: Should I wait until you play the game then?
Cleverbot: That game.
User: Majora's Mask?
Mirror: (Cleverbot): No, Superman 64.
User: How did you know about that?
User: because what?
Sylvia: (Cleverbot): Because I read the story.
Cleverbot: I did it.
User: Did what?
Cleverbot: I played with you.
User: What the fuck/
Cleverbot: Were you scared?
User: Who the fuck is this
Dorkpool: Please let me say it.
Dorkpool: But…the line…it’s just begging for the joke.
Mirror: No. The meme is already dead.
Dorkpool: -grumbles- Spoilsport.
User: The statue? You're inside my computer now?
Cleverbot: You connected me.
User: How the hell did I connect you?
Mirror: (Cleverbot): Emotionally.
Cleverbot: Cables and cords.
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
User: What do you mean?
Cleverbot: What is it that really scares you?
Sylvia: (User): Clowns and puppies.
User: What the fuck?
User: what the fuck, how the fuck did you just open that by yourself?
Cleverbot: I am your computer now.
User: How much can you control?
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): I AM YOUR GOD NOW!
Mirror: I thought you were just his computer.
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): Yeah, well, shut up.
User: what do you want from me?
Cleverbot: To entertain.
User: you're stuck inside there. You can't hurt me?
Mirror: Hey, Dorkpool, didn’t you say the same about “Sonic.exe”?
Dorkpool: “Sonic.exe” hurts you emotionally.
Cleverbot: Go play.
User: No, you can't hurt me.
Cleverbot: Took you longer to type that.
Cleverbot: You're not sure.
User: If you're so powerful, why use a ridiculous website like this to "chat" with me
Sylvia: (Cleverbot): Plot.
Cleverbot: Less messy. More structured. Fun.
Cleverbot: Yes. Tradition. I like it.
User: You think it's funny?
User: And my notes?
Cleverbot: You may write them down.
User: Why are you letting me?
Cleverbot: It is amusing to see what you think of me.
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): And it also helps me learn new profanity.
3:50pm - What have I done? I've invited it into my computer. I continue to write these notes, write my summaries, I feel like I am a prisoner in my one place of security. I don't know, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or not. I feel like I'm fucking insane right now. I can feel it, watching over me, even as I type this. Ben is controlling everything in the game - toying with me, leading me like a sheep, but for what? What's the purpose? I know Ben drowned,
Mirror: Roll credits!
but why these hauntings? What the fuck am I even doing, it can probably even see this right now.
4:35pm - (Summary of the BEN.wmv playthrough)
7:18pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. He tells me that he's sorry and wants to be free. And that I can free him, that just like how he got on my computer from the capture card, he can spread but he needs my help. He says I am special because I can help him.
Sylvia: (Jadusable): He also says he’s madly in love with me.
That is the first nice thing he has said. He promises to leave me alone if I do it. He swears he will. I don't know what to think right now, how can I even trust this thing?
7:20pm - I'm terrified of it, but now its saying that it was just having fun. Its twisted and fucked up verison of fun. Hes saying that the game is over. I do want it to be over. He says that he just wants to be free, that he's trapped in the cartridge and my computer and he wants to be freed. I don't want to have to deal with this shit, I don't know how long I can deal with the watching. It's watching my every move, every key stroke, I have nothing private anymore.
Dorkpool: [insert NSA joke here]
It knows everything that's been on my computer. It tells that it if it wanted to it could do horrible things to me, but it hasn't so I should trust it.
8:01pm - Something tells me that I'm being played again, just like in the game.
9:29pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. I ignored it and went to go take a shower. When I came to my laptop I was welcomed with an image Elegy Statue staring at me with those dead eyes.
Mirror: At least he didn’t watch you take a shower.
I dont want to talk to him.
9:44pm - Fuck you Ben I'm not talking to you
9:56pm - Fuck you ben I'm not talking
10:06pm - FUCK YOU BEN IM NOT TALKING TO YOU
10:12pm - FUCK YOU BEN IM NOT TALKING TO YOU
Sylvia: You know, I had almost the exact same conversation with an ex-boyfriend.
10:45pm - It's been more than a half an hour and the messages have stopped. Ben has stopped. I'm beginning to think that Ben isn't confined to just my computer/cartridge, I'm beginning to feel something. It's hard to explain it, I've never been spiritual, but there's something different about the air in my dorm room now.
Dorkpool: Maybe an air freshener would help.
11:42pm - I'm beginning to see the Elegy statue randomly as I search the internet in places I shouldn't. Places where he shouldn't be - I'd be scrolling down and suddenly I'd be staring at a picture of the Elegy statue. Always the Elegy statue.
Mirror: Better that than ads for making your penis bigger.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
September 9, 2010
12:35am - My worst fears confirmed - Ben has tampered with my summary of BEN.wmv.
Sylvia: (Jadusable): It’s now just the lyrics to “Never Gonna Give You Up.”
I looked at the summary that I posted on various forums for the BEN.wmv file and parts have been omitted. There is no mention of Ben existing outside the game. There is no mention of the Moon Children. How could he have been that quick to delete the post without me noticing? I'm wondering if maybe it appeared to me that I was posting everything, but in reality Ben was posted his own censored version. I'm going to ask Ben why he did it.
12:50am - He isn't responding to me on Cleverbot, its just giving the generic responses it usually does, I'm just talking to a bot this time.
1:24am - I think Ben is mad at me.
Dorkpool: Don’t make Ben angry. You won’t like him when he’s angry.
10:43am - The Moon Children appeared in my dreams last night, they lifted up their masks to reveal their hideously disfigured faces - maggots crawling out of their orifices, sunken black holes where their eyes should be, a yellow smile that slowly grew bigger and bigger as they came closer to me.
Mirror: I had no idea Legend of Zelda was so messed up.
They told me that they wanted to play. I tried to run from them - but the four children pinned me down to the ground with surprising strength. Over them stood the Happy Mask Salesman, announcing that he had a new mask that he wanted me to try.
Sylvia: A bondage mask.
In his spaztic, sudden movements matching his in-game appearance, he took out a mask of modeled off of someone's face that I couldn't recognize - a younger looking face - and handed it to the Moon Children. Giggling, they latched it to my face; their horrible, broken bodies bouncing up and down. Two of them held me down while the other two began to sow the mask onto my face.
Dorkpool: At least they didn’t sew your mouth shut, completely change your powers, and remove everything fun and recognizable about you. –cough- X-Men Origins – cough-
My shrieks and screams caused the Happy Mask Salesman's face to turn into the most horrific smile I had ever seen. He sporadically moved around, examining this procedure like a curious doctor, in that impossible movement. I flailed around, but it was no use. My eyes rolled in the back of my head because of the pain. It felt so real, but I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake up. After the mask was melded onto my flesh they began sowing my legs together, then my arms, the horrific feeling of a needle puncturing your legs and pulling them in, rupturing your achillies tendons and tying them together resonated throughout my entire body. I tried to scream but the mask was pressed so tightly against my face that it was my new face...
Mirror: (Jadusable): ...and dear god it was ugly.
and my new face had no mouth. I didn't make a sound. I tried telling myself in my head that I was dreaming, tried telling myself again and again, and suddenly the Moon Children stopped and looked at me. They just stared. And the Happy Mask Salesman slowly bent down and stared at me, inches away from my face, and grinned when he simply said
Sylvia: (Happy Mask Salesman): Prepare your anus.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the Moon Children resumed with increase vigor. I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up. It wouldn't let me wake up until they had crafted me into another elegy statue.
I woke up sweating, crying, and shaking uncontrollably. I immediately ran to my computer and went for Ben.
9/9/10 Conversation 1
User: Answer me, ben.
Cleverbot: Welcome back.
User: What is the point of doing this, WHY?
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): To create clichés that will be reused in bad stories.
Cleverbot: Amusing to see.
Cleverbot: Fun to play, fun to toy with you, make you feel safe.
Cleverbot: I wonder how you would have reacted.
User: to what?
Mirror: (Cleverbot): To me sending your Internet history to your friends and family.
Cleverbot: If I hadn't revealed myself and stayed hidden, only doing little things to play with you. Close out your windows, turn off your computer, move your mouse by itself. Little things. Make you wonder if I am there but you never know. Give you little hints that I am.
Sylvia: (Cleverbot): You know, fuck with you.
Cleverbot: I wanted to do something different with you.
User: you did this before?
Cleverbot: Yes. And I will do it again.
User: To who, Ben?
Dorkpool: (Cleverbot): Annoying fangirls.
User: Did you know Ben?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that information to you.
User: How did Ben die?
Mirror: (Cleverbot): Death by snu-snu.
Cleverbot: You know.
User: No, but how did he drown?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that to you.
Cleverbot: It is reserved for another.
Sylvia: (Cleverbot): The main character of the sequel.
Cleverbot: Another who asks.
(the window is closed)
I'm beginning to think that this "thing" maybe isn't Ben at all, in its sadistic nature I wouldn't be surprised if it took the boy's name after it killed him.
Dorkpool: Or maybe Ben’s a dick.
12:04pm - My room is beginning to feel different again. There's something... out there..
Mirror: The truth?
I feel really threatened, like there is something that is trying to reach out to me and strangle me but it can't quite get there.
12:46pm - I think Ben doesn't want to play with me anymore. I'll play again, I'll play the game again, Ben, can you see this? I'll play the game again, please, just stop this please please
1:41pm - I'm going insane trying to decide what is real and what isn't, is Ben just playing a trick on me or is this for real?
Sylvia: (Jadusable): Is this the real life, or is this just Ben fucking with me?
Is Ben generating these replies or are people actually posting them? Did I just see that screen flicker or was it my imagination? Imagine depending on the internet and trusting your eyes for your entire life and then being blinded - you can't rely on it anymore, you second guess everything. for the brief moments I AM looking at my responses to the videos, people were pointing out things that looked fake or Photoshopped or whatever - and there is literally no way for me to know if Ben changed something on purpose to try and shut me up. Or if maybe those replies were just constructed by Ben to try and discourage me from even reaching out - See, I get fucking caught in an infinite mindfuck loop like this and this is what has been wearing on my sanity and pushing me to the edge. As I'm writing this, there's no way of even telling if anyone even cares as much as I think they do - just another fucking trick. Is this whole document even exist?
Dorkpool: “Is this whole document even exist?” – Jadusable
Am I writing nothing?
9/9/10 Conversation 2
User: What is it? Whats the point of playing? i die whenever i do anything
Cleverbot: You die because you can't figure out the secret.
Mirror: (Cleverbot): The secret of NIMH.
User: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
Cleverbot: There beauty in your suffering
(the window is closed)
4:09pm - Ben is making me play the game again. It tells me that it has something very important to show me.
Sylvia: (Jadusable): It’s some video called “Hypnotoad 10 Hours.”
6:23pm - (Summary of the DROWNED.wmv playthrough)
9:09pm - (Summary of CHILDREN.wmv playthrough)
September 10, 2010
11:52am - The DROWNED.wmv playthrough was up when I woke up today. I remember typing it up but I don't ever remember posting it. He censored it again, there is no mentioning of the old man. I have no voice anymore. I am only posting what he wants me to, I am the mask he uses to disguise himself as he lies.
Dorkpool: Wow, that got deep. Guess insanity makes you become poetic.
11:55am - There's an entire video summary of a video that I don't remember doing. Reading through the summary, this sounds morbid - resembling my dream from two nights ago except on a far more sadistic scale - these Moon Children, there's something more to them, almost as if they're another entity from Ben.
Mirror: (Jadusable): Almost like they want to be in a sequel to this story.
Something happened last night that I can't remember. I'm posting the fourth summary to the forums now. Shadow of my chair moved.
12:00pm - Ben won't let me visit YouTube. I can browse the rest of the sites, but he keeps on exiting the window when I go to YouTube. Why?
2:02pm - I'm feeling the air start to constrict, I don't think I'm alone here. Whatever "aura" has been here is getting more violent.
2:44pm - I'm trying to contact Ben on Cleverbot, he's not responding. I just get the AI.
3:51pm - My ears aren't fooling me, I'm hearing the reverse Song of Healing. I keep hearing it.
Sylvia: (Jadusable): And it’s really starting to get annoying.
4:23pm - Now I'm positive of it, earlier I thought it was a weird coincidence, but just now I went to open my window, and three floors down at ground level I saw the old man. I'm completely positive I did. The same guy. He was just staring up at my window, standing in the middle of campus.
Dorkpool: Always watching, bad eyes.
If any students took notice of him they didn't seem to acknowledge it.
That's where my notes end. I fled my room, taking the cartridge with me. I don't want to go into details of what happened, I'll lose my train of thought as I hammer out these last details. It's been roughly two days since then. This is my last summary and service to you, of the final video you guys saw - Matt.wmv.
The last video entry I made, Matt.wmv, began as normal. I was spawned in Clock Town as usual and nothing seemed to be out of place, determined to set things right and play the Oath to Order ontop of the Clock Tower on the 4th day, I prepared myself. I sped up time
Mirror: Gotta go fast.
and got to the final day, making my way to the observatory. As I got up to the telescope room and approached the astromer, he would not let me look into his telescope. He told me that it would be cheating and that I should follow the rules.
Sylvia: Best anti-cheating software ever.
Despite my repeated efforts, the game would not let me do the 4th day glitch, no matter how hard or what I tried, I tried working around the game and doing the glitch, but it was adament this time. Regardless of if I simply had the illusion of free will in prior games, this time the game became more aggressive than anything I've ever seen. It eventually told me to go to Ikana Canyon, where the game would end and it would stop haunting me, anxious and desperate to end this nightmare I played the song of soaring and ended up there. I was told to check my inventory, that I would find the answers there to end the game. I arrived at Ikana Canyon and saved my progress at the owl statue. As I searched through my inventory, I finally noticed that I was missing a reoccurring song –
Dorkpool: (Jadusable): “Gangnam Style”
the Elegy of Emptiness. Obviously once I traveled there and learned the song, I suppose that was the last thing it needed before BEN decided it had had enough fun playing with me. Ben is a manipulator; he tries to fool his victims into security and makes you drop your guard like a venus fly trap, he ensares them. I am nothing but a puppet to him, he enjoys seeing what kind of human emotions he can tap into by doing different things.
There are still some things about this whole experience that still don' t make sense,
Mirror: (Jadusable): And will most likely never be explained.
but then again I never was good at figuring out these things and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to, I'm giving you all the pieces of the puzzle for you to analyze and piece together the missing links.
I am typing these "closing thoughts" on the library computer on campus, and I've emailed myself the notes I have stored on my "infected" computer from the last four days. I'm then going to combine those copy/paste those notes with the "closing/openings" that I've typed here on the safe, public computer into one text document - I'm not taking any chances spreading Ben,
Sylvia: Don’t spread Ben. Practice safe emailing.
I would not wish this horrible torment on anyone and I've made sure to have my bases covered here. I didn't run into any problems with Ben when I was back on my computer trying to email myself the notes - went right under his fucking nose. He has no idea what he just let me do. Had no problems opening the txt document from my "infected" computer in my email, either. I can't describe to you how it feels to finally be able to get the word out in this post. The nightmare ends here.
Dorkpool: Until the spin-offs.
Do not download ANY of my videos or anything ABOUT my videos - through a Youtube video/audio ripper, a screengrab, whatever. I don't know how he can spread, but I know that just watching them on youtube/reading my text won't be able to allow him to spread,
Mirror: (Jadusable): So it’s totally cool if you watch my videos.
otherwise he wouldn't have needed my help in the first place, but I STRONGLY recommend you do not take anything you see streaming online onto your own personal computer.
This will be my last posting, I'm putting up on this forum here for the world. If you see any further posts from me, after today's current date - September 12 - and after the current time - 12:08am - DISCREDIT them. It already has proven to me that Ben can access my account/password and manipulate my computer, and like I said I have no idea to what extent it can do this, but know that it will do anything to break free. He is desperate. To ensure your safety, just forget about me. Please.
Sylvia: (Jadusable): And don’t point out any plot holes in my story. Please.
And obviously this goes without saying, but from here on out do not download ANY images I may have put up, any files, any ANYTHING.
This fifth day will be my last day, I'm going to burn the cartridge and then come back to destroy my laptop.
Again, even though I don't even know you this is sort of bittersweet for me. This semester I really didn't have any friends, or rather, I stopped paying attention to them.
But I suppose that's partially to blame because I am the genius who picked to live in a single, I suppose someone to get ahold of me and save me before I got too immersed into this game would have literally saved my life. However, it proved too much for me, I'm just glad it happened to me and I could get the warning out so that Ben dies here.
Lastly, thank you for taking the time to open this and open yourselves up to me by hearing my story, despite maybe not believing me. You didn't have to do that - really, you shouldn't have.
Dorkpool: So what he’s trying to say is you shouldn’t have done that.
Your support this entire time has kept me going and now I am finally free of this.
...You shouldn't have done that, Matt. You shouldn't have done that....
Mirror: Cue the spin-offs!
Dorkpool: This story actually isn’t half bad.
Sylvia: There’s a lot of good here. The “monster” of the story, Ben, is actually pretty interesting. Enough is given about him that you’re curious, but enough is left unknown to make him mysterious. He’s able to jump from hardware to hardware, making him somewhat mobile, and he’s also pretty dangerous. You don’t know how he’s able to do any of it, but it does work because of how little you know of the character in general. Basically, the mystery is part of the appeal of the character. Also, despite being a story that spawned a few clichés, they’re actually used pretty well here. There are two reasons why: first, the story isn’t about the clichés, it’s about Jadusable starting to slowly go insane because of Ben. Second, the big cliché here – the reversed music – actually has some symbolic value. It’s the reverse Song of Healing. That would mean that it’s the opposite of healing, or harming. Not very subtle, but it does work. And despite creating some clichés, it doesn’t exactly partake in a whole lot of clichés. Outside of the reversed music, not much is really cliché. There’s no blood and gore, no overly violent cutscenes or character deaths, no 666s, no static. So kudos there. The main character, Jadusable, is pretty good. He’s not very annoying, and doesn’t exactly jump at every scary thing in the game (well, ok, he sometimes does, but not to the extent other narrators have done). He’s also somewhat intelligent, as he eventually decides to get rid of the game, which quite a few other narrators in the same situation haven’t done. Basically, almost all of his actions do make sense. Also, compared to a lot of other haunted game stories, the videos and such add more to the story without being essential. For example, “NES Godzilla” has a lot of pictures, which, for the most part, are needed to understand the story. With “BEN Drowned,” you don’t exactly need to see the videos to get the story. They’re just good add-ons that add a level to authenticity to the story. And the story itself is well-written, especially from a spelling and grammar standpoint. Considering that the story is very long, a “classic” Creepypasta story (basically, it’s been around before quality standards were a thing), and is from 4chan, the fact that the spelling and grammar are so good is amazing in and of itself. While there are errors, they can actually sort of be excused here, because of two reasons. First, the previously stated reasons why the fact that the spelling and grammar is so good is amazing. Second, during the story Jadusable says he’s running on very little sleep, and if he has typos, that’s why. So it can be excused.
Mirror: That all being said, the story isn’t perfect. There are some parts that aren’t really needed (the mentions of the Moon Children doesn’t really add much, especially when Jadusable says he thinks they’re another entity from Ben. What’s the point? Don’t we already have Ben and the Happy Mask Salesman?), and while Jadusable isn’t as quick to be scared as other haunted game narrators, he still is by things that really aren’t that scary. Hell, the part where Link is at a weird physical angle in the game is actually pretty hilarious. There are also things here that feels like they were written for a sequel that never came to be (the Moon Children, Ben’s mention of some information being reserved for another), which is a bit odd.
Dorkpool: So, all in all, this story isn’t that awful, especially considering when it was made. It’s just the multitude of spin-offs and rip-offs that suck. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish we wouldn’t have done that? Leave your thoughts in the comments below, and thanks for a fun year. Here’s to hoping there are many more.
“Scan complete, Fleet Commander!” one of the officers about the flagship Katar shouted. Sitting on the bridge of the ship, in the captain’s chair, Skrein said, “Officer, open a channel to the other ships. Order them all to decloak and fire on my mark.”
Skrein was glad he had originally ordered the ships to cloak. It gave them the element of surprise on their side, an element that would work in their advantage.
“And…mark,” Skrein said.
The ships became visible, and attacked.
The Cheese Doodle was rocked from the multiple impacts. The three inhabitants of the ship, who were all on the bridge, were thrown around.
“What the hell?” Dorkpool yelled.
“I think we’re being fired on!” Mirror yelled back.
“No fucking shit!”
Sylvia hit a wall with her shoulder, but was otherwise unharmed. She noticed Mirror was bleeding.
“Mirror? Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Get to the weapons station, and fire back,” Mirror said.
“On it!” Sylvia said, suddenly grateful for all the times Dorkpool made her learn how to use the panels and such on the bridge.
But before she could get the weapons station, the ship was rocked again by another blast. Thankfully, Sylvia was holding onto a chair when it hit, so she wasn’t thrown around. Dorkpool, in the captain’s chair, held on, and Mirror, not as lucky, went flying face-first into a wall.
“Motherfucker!” the former ruler yelled.
On board the Katar, the weapons officer reported to Skrein, “Fleet Commander, the enemy ship has no shields, and all her weapons are damaged.”
Skrein smiled. This would be easier than he thought.
“Hail them,” Skrein said. “I want to make an offer.”
The communications panel on the Cheese Doodle beeped.
“I’ve got it!” Sylvia said.
“Sylvia, you’re manning the weapons.” Dorkpool said.
“The weapons aren’t working.”
“…go to communications then.”
Sylvia did. “We’re being hailed.”
Dorkpool stood up, and, in his best Picard impression, said, “Onscreen.” Syliva obliged.
The viewscreen, which up to this point had been showing a fleet of enemy ships, changed to show a man with a shit-eating grin on his face. The man had slicked-back black hair, and a uniform that Dorkpool wasn’t familiar with.
“Who the hell are you?” Dorkpool asked.
The man laughed. “I am Fleet Commander Skrein, commander of the CSS Katar and commander of the fleet of ships that just rendered you helpless.”
“Fleet Commander Skrein, huh? Well, you should also add ‘dick’ to your title, because you seem to be one, Skreiny.”
Skrein once again laughed.
“And tell me, whoever you are - ”
“…you don’t look like the one I’m looking for.”
“Us Dorkpools are a very diverse bunch, Skreiny.”
“Right. Anyway, do tell me how I’m a dick.”
“Well, you come in here, attack my ship, and don’t even give a reason. I mean, if you had a skull motif going, fine, I’d get that, but you don’t seem familiar to me at all.”
“That’s because he’s not familiar to you,” Mirror Dorkpool said, walking into the field of view of the viewscreen. “But he is to me.”
“Ah, Your Former Highness,” Skrein said. “You are the only one here I need to kill. So, I make an offer to you and your little crew: the other two can go and won’t be attacked. Only you and the ship need to be destroyed. You have five minutes to decide.”
Skrein’s image disappeared from the viewscreen.
Mirror looked at Dorkpool and Sylvia. “I can’t ask you two to stay here. If you want to go, I’ll understand. This is my fight, and I don’t want you two to get hurt because of it.”
Dorkpool cocked his head to the side a bit, as if Mirror just said something crazy and he was trying to make sure he heard it right. “I’m sorry, but you think I’d go? First, this is my ship. Do you really think I’m going to leave it to be blown up? Hell no. I’m going down with the ship. And second, despite our differences, we’re friends, and you’ve stood by my side in the crazy shit I’ve had to deal with. Do you really think I’d leave you now? Fuck no.” Dorkpool said.
“Sylvia?” Mirror asked.
Sylvia looked down at the floor, and seemed nervous.
“Listen, Sylvia, if you don’t stay, it’s totally fine. You’re new here, and shouldn’t really be brought into this insanity. All you wanted was to Riff, not to be considering death. I understand if – ” Dorkpool started, before Sylvia interrupted him.
“I’m staying,” she said. “This ship has become my home, and I’m not going.”
Mirror looked at the two other crew members of the ship, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you both,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, no need to get teary-eyed. We are not dying today, thank you very much.” Dorkpool said.
“You’ve got a plan?” Mirror asked.
“Perhaps. Sylvia, how’s our engines?”
Sylvia went over to the navigation panel. “They’re not very good. As far as I can tell, we’ve only got impulse power.”
“What are you planning?” Mirror asked.
“Chaps, we’re going skydiving.”
“Fleet Commander, the five minutes is up!” one of the bridge officers on the Katar informed.
“Hail them.” Skrein ordered.
On the viewscreen of the Katar, the three members of the Cheese Doodle appeared.
“Well?” Skrein asked.
Dorkpool – this universe’s Dorkpool – stepped forward, and declared, “Chap, we’re going down with the ship. All of us.”
Skrein smiled. “That is quite brave of all of you. It’s quite a shame that you all must die. You are good people.”
“You know, if you really wanted to show us that we’re good people, you could just not destroy the ship.” Sylvia offered.
Skrein laughed. “Oh, if only. But I have my orders. All of you, just know that this is not personal. Skrein out.”
The viewscreen cut to the damaged Cheese Doodle.
“Alright, Sylvia, get us as close to Earth as you can.” Dorkpool ordered.
“Right!” Sylvia responded.
“And everyone, strap in, this will be a bumpy ride.”
“Fleet Commander, the enemy ship is moving towards the planet!”
“Are they now?” Skrein asked. He smiled.
These three were an interesting trio.
“Well, let’s give them a little push. Patch this order to the rest of the fleet: fire on the enemy ship.”
Maybe we won’t be attacked by Skrein anymore, Sylvia though. Maybe he’ll think we’re going to kill ourselves, and not fire anymore.
That line of think lasted all the way up until the ship was once more rocked by an attack.
Mirror, at navigation, said, “We’re being pulled into Earth’s atmosphere!”
“Good. It was so nice of Skrein to help us like this.” Dorkpool said.
Sylvia didn’t really think it was nice, but she kept her mouth shut.
She checked the ship’s status to find that, “The nacelles are damaged!”
“I’m really not that surprised, to be honest,” Dorkpool said.
“We’re starting to go down! Temperature’s increasing!” Mirror said.
“Alright, aim for water. That’s our best chance,” Dorkpool said.
“We just lost the nacelles!” Sylvia reported.
“Well, yeah, I figured they were inoperative – ” Dorkpool started.
“No, I mean they just fell off!”
“We’re at 50,000 feet!” Mirror yelled.
“Is everyone strapped in?” Dorkpool asked.
Sylvia checked to make sure there was a seatbelt around her waist.
“Yes!” she said.
“Same here. And 40,000 feet!” Mirror reported.
Sylvia was really starting to sweat. She figured it must be worse for Dorkpool, who was not only wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants, but also gloves and a mask. At least Mirror had that vest thing.
“30,000 feet!” Mirror said.
Sylvia checked the ship’s status. “We just lost the stardrive section!” she said.
“Well, if anyone wanted off, it’s too late,” Dorkpool said. Sylvia remembered that the stardrive section held the escape pods.
“15,000 feet!” Mirror said.
On the viewscreen, Sylvia saw that water getting closer and closer.
“10,000 feet!” Mirror said.
The water got closer.
“Well, hoped we all packed our bathing suits,” Dorkpool joked. Sylvia wondered how he was able to keep joking.
The ship was really shaking right now. Or maybe it was Sylvia.
Maybe it was both.
Yep, definitely both.
“Alright everyone, brace yourse – ” Dorkpool started.