(Future PoV Thing)

Ben: You want us to continue the story again? What the hell author! It's been years!

Wolf: Yeah, so about that. I kinda reread the story and it's like super good and I enjoyed it and wanted more to it.

Reader: I better be getting paid to continue this story. Double the amount of last time too.

Wolf: Yeah, yeah whatever you say my dearie. So Ben, you on board? *smiles brightly*

Ben: Where's the game I was promised last time? *raises an eyebrow while smirking*

Wolf: *smile faltering* Uhhhhhhh, so about that, I kinda changed majors and no longer remember how to make a game, but I can do like a Dungeons and Dragons rpg with ya if you'd like? I'll make it super long with a lot of possibilities.

Ben: You're trying to use the fact that I come from a jrpg and lots of choices to blind me with the fact that you'll really just make the story up as I go along it... Well son of a gun I'm in.

Wolf: Alright chill. I have really no clue as to what was going on when I ended it last time and just have that super vague ending to go off of so let's do this thing. Also, can't guarantee frequent updates if you look at really any of my other stories here. Also, for some reason the story's language was set to Portuguese which this obviously isn't so that's been fixed.

(Reader's PoV)

"Uh, hi Dads," I muttered awkwardly and I wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't heard me or understood what I said. "What, uh, brings you two hear?" I should probably explain the room really quick, it's a pretty empty room with a bench like piece of furniture that had a mattress on it. The window is barred above it but you can still open and close the glass. The door is just a solid metal door. The room though seemed to be painted a nice shade of light blue with hardwood floors.

"Well our little daughter,  we are here because it seems that you seemed failed to follow simple directions," Lovino answered. (Yeah, I'm not going to do the accent, you can imagine it) He walked fully into the room with Feli following behind him.

"I thought it would've been fine to walk around the block, I didn't think I'd get kidnapped because of it!" I defended myself. It was ridiculous that I can't even walk around the block.

"We did it because we don't want you getting hurt. We have a lot of people that would do anything to get their hands on you. They'll use you as leverage and might even kill you," Feli tried to explain to me.

"Why in the world would people want to get their hands on me? The only person I can think of is Ben and that fucking lunatic caught up to me anyways. Bloody hell, Mr. Widemouth tried killing me at least a dozen times while we were in our old house and you guys didn't even notice!" I argued back at them almost standing up, but staid sitting in order to hide the cartridge. The moment I realized what I had said, I covered my mouth with my hands. They made me swear I would never talk about Ben and that we would just put it behind us and I never mentioned the true reason as to why I wanted to burn down the old house.

"What did you just say, Bella?" Lovino questioned me, raising one of his eyebrows and crossing his arms. He really gave off tough gang leader vibes.

"N.Nothing, Lovino," I stuttered, my eyes starting to tear in fear of being punished. Lovino was really scary when he got mad and I've only seen it once when some stranger came to our house.

"Really because to me it sounded like you mentioned Ben Drowned to us again and even didn't tell us the real reason as to why you burned down our past house," Lovino pressured. I could tell that he wasn't going to back down from this one.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I wasn't really used to having to apologize, but I most certainly knew when you should and when to back off.

"I had really thought we had put all this Ben Drowned stuff behind us, but I guess I was wrong," Lovino stated, shaking his head in disappointment. I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a pocket knife.

My eyes widened as I thought of all the different possibilities that could happen and started to hurriedly speak, "I'm sorry. I swear it'll never happen again. I don't want anything bad to happen."

Lovino raised an eyebrow at me apologizing and coming up with excuses. He then tossed the pocket knife to me. Out of his jacket pocket he pulled out what looked like a whittling block. "You're going to want these." He tosses the block to me as well.

"Lovi, don't you think you're being a little too harsh with her?" Feli asked softly. He had always been the soft one and would quite frequently come to my defense since Lovino had a short temper.

"If she doesn't learn this time that her actions have consequences then she'll do it again," Lovino declared. Turning back to me he said, "You'll be hear for four days. This is your punishment for not listening. You'll still get fed three times a day and we'll bring you a pillow and blanket. You just have to sit here for those four days and think about what you've done."

My eyes widened at the punishment. It seemed really harsh for just sneaking out to walk around the block. I guess they really do have some powerful enemies if this is my punishment. "I understand." I lowered my head thinking how this is going to be an extremely torturing experience.

"I'm glad you understand. Please understand I'm only doing this so you can learn because our enemies can be quite scary and definitely won't be generous to feed you," Lovino mentioned, his face softening. This seemed a lot like he was trying to manipulating me if I hadn't come to the same conclusion and that Feli hadn't tried harder to argue against it.

"See you at dinner, sweetie," Feli bid as he left the room with Lovino following behind him.

I sighed to myself and took the knife and whittling block and looked at them. I guess I'll put them aside for now so I'll have something to do for later. I got up and put them on the right side of bed. I noticed there was an electrical outlet there. Great I thought to myself. Just wanted I needed. Now I know that Ben will be bothering me. I walked back over to the bed and laid down on it. I picked up the cartridge and looked at it. I turned the cartridge and looked at the back of it. It surprisingly still had the back label despite the front one having been ripped off a long time ago with Majora scrawled onto it with a black marker. The back label though was starting to peel around some of the edges. I read over the label and then just started looking at the cartridge. It might seem strange to be able to entertain myself for a bit of time, but it's the benefit I received from my mom.

After a bit, I got tired of just looking at the cartridge so I just went over it for a few minutes, feeling the different textures that it has which after a bit that itself got boring. I dropped the arm that held cartridge to where it hanging off the side of the bed while the other covered my eyes.

"Seems like you're having a ball of a time," I heard a male voice tease.

I sighed to myself and moved my arm away from my eyes. "What do you want Ben?" I turned my head to face where he was standing slightly away from me near the outlet.

"Would you listen if I told you?" he asked. I could hear the slight amount of hope and joy he was trying to hide in it.

"Depends on what it is which at this point I'm pretty sure I know," I spoke, exasperated.

"Will you kill yourself for me? Pretty please," Ben requested, giving what I can only assume to be puppy eyes. It was kind of amusing with the blood dripping down his cheeks.

"How about no. Besides what's the worst you can do? Judging from how you had someone else kill my mom, you can't really interact with people. So what is it?  Taunt me from my dreams? Insult me repeatedly? Kill my dads? You've got a whole four days to figure something out until I'm out of here," I taunted him. At least I'll have some form of entertainment.

"Now that's a little mean," Ben pouted. I watched him pick something up off the ground and I suddenly realized that I had left the pocket knife over by the outlet, like an idiot. I got off the bed quickly and went to the opposite side of the room. He smiled up at me and more blood poured out of his eyes, no longer looking amusing from earlier. "Aw, what's wrong? I thought you said I can't interact with people or are you doubting what you said."

"Hey, why don't we talk this out? Obviously you can interact with that knife and that knife can interact with me and I might have given you some wounds in the past that would probably in your mind dictate harming me. We can talk this out though," I try to reason, while holding my hands up, still holding onto the cartridge. Suddenly an idea came to me. I gathered some spit in my mouth and brought the bottom of the cartridge to my mouth. "Give me the knife and I'll give you the cartridge and won't spit in it."

Ben's eyes widened in fear and disgust. "You wouldn't dare. You know how hard it is to clean them and the amount of damage that can do."

"Give me the knife," I demanded gathering the spit in the opening of my mouth, gross I know, but it requires drastic events.

"Here, just give me the cartridge," Ben reasoned, sliding the knife over to me.

"Catch," I tossed him the cartridge after the knife was under my foot. I picked the knife up afterwards and switched the blade out.

He fumbled slightly but caught the cartridge. "You're fucking crazy. Why don't you just kill yourself?" He did a finger gun with his free hand and a supposed to be charming smile. He must've realize he looked stupid because he stopped and put the cartridge down by his foot, but too his dismay he resnapped with both hands.

"Yeah, no," I shook my head to fully express my disagreement. I looked at his hands and noticed what looked like a line going along the back of each hand. They appeared to be healing nicely which was kind of surprising looking at how he has blood dripping down his cheeks. He seemed to take notice of my staring.

"The blood will stop when my hands are healed fully, no thanks to you. My eyes typically just bleed when I'm crying or forcing them. They also bleed slowly when my body is healing itself as it's way to punish myself for getting hurt since it can't die," Ben explained.

My eyes widened in surprise because he most certainly didn't need to explain that to me, but did so anyways. "Um thanks for telling me." I switch the blade close and move back to sitting crossed leg on the bed.

"Not so scared of me when you have a blade in your hand, am I right?" Ben questioned to my approach towards him.

"Nah, just not scared when you don't have a weapon in your hand," I explained, shrugging my shoulders and putting the knife in my pocket.

"You should be, I have murdered hundreds of people. Maybe even thousands."

"Pft, yeah right. You probably just convinced them to commit suicide so more along the lines of assisting people to suicide. I wouldn't exactly call that murdering them," I teased because I knew going along those lines would upset him.

Ben pouted at my response and crossed his arms. "That's mean. I drove them to insanity and did all this hard work for people to kill themselves and you're just demoting it to assisting suicide."

"Sorry, hun, but that's basically what you're doing." I shrugged my shoulders at him, grinning slightly which gave away I was messing with him.

"You know, I don't like being played with unless it's in that way," Ben joked back, winking.

I felt my face erupt into a blush. "I'm so- I'm sorry what?" 

"What? Can't take a joke? Aww you seem to be more innocent than you let on," Ben continued to tease.

"I can take a joke, I've just never heard that kind of joke," I tried to defend despite my blush growing darker.

"Seems to me you're still as innocent as the day you were born," Ben kept pushing on, taking a few steps closer to me.

"I'm not that innocent," I whined. "Why are you getting closer to me?"

"To do this," he declared and tackled me. I squealed in surprise on instinct and tried to push him off of me, but with his weight and momentum he had me pushed against the bed and was using his body weight to keep me down. Luckily there was enough room for me to uncross my legs so I didn't have to deal with his weight crushing my shins together.

"Can you get off of me?" I questioned after giving up on pushing him off, my blush settling down the moment he tackled me.

"Aw but I'm comfy," Ben whined. I noticed he was propping himself up slightly with one arm so I wouldn't have all of his weight on me which I'm thankful for. I noticed one of his hands sliding down my side.

"Whatcha doing?" I questioned, the blush that had finally settled had returned.

"This," Ben answered, smirking and my blush intensifying for a moment. That was until I felt him reaching into my pocket and pulling out the pocket knife.

"Hey! Give that back!" I whined, reaching for the knife.

"No," Ben pouted and tossed the knife away from the both of us. "I'm not about get myself stabbed because I'm bored."

"Then why don't you leave?" I questioned him finding it redundant to stay here when he could leave.

"Awwww, you want to get rid of me already. Well the reason I'm not leaving is to hopefully bother you enough to snap sanity and also I've finally caught up to you after months of waiting. You know how much a pain it is when you have to wait on someone else just to get your kill back. Oh yeah! By the way Mr. Widemouth is like pissed off at you for burning down his house. I thought it was fucking hilarious when he came back to the mansion, which is kinda rare since he just stays there, and he was just mumbling about how this brat refused to go along with him and even burned his house down. I just knew by how he muttered she was snarky that it was you. Bro, I missed tormenting you so much," Ben rambled on. It was kind of endearing if he wasn't trying to kill me.

"So, what are you gonna do when they bring me food?" I asked, that being an obvious problem for him since ya know he's a murderer and doesn't want to leave me alone.

"That's easy. Only people who have touched the cartridge can see me and by the way you hid it earlier, you're not wanting it found out that you have it. My assumption being that you'll get in trouble since you got in trouble for going on a walk and just mentioning me and Mr. Widemouth," Ben grinned as he looked down, not braking eye contact with me once so I knew he wasn't lying at all.

"So what am I supposed to do? I won't necessarily be able to get up when I'm like this," I said, gesturing to how he was laying on top of me.

"That's your problem, sweetheart, not mine," Ben chuckled as he dropped the rest of his body weight on me and resting his head beside mine with his chin resting on his hand that rested on the bed.

"You're kind of heavy," I muttered out. He at this point was making it a bit difficult to breath 

"That's mean. You could just kill yourself and I wouldn't be heavy anymore," Ben tried to go back to encouraging me to commit suicide.

"Sir, I have to pee," I whined slightly. I suddenly realized that I most likely won't be allowed to leave to pee until I'm given breakfast in the morning. I groaned to myself at this realization.

"Did someone realize that they can't leave this room to pee?" Ben teased, lifting his head to look at me and smirking down as if he realized this a long time ago.

"Please just get off so it relieves some of the pressure?" I tried to reason. Of course knowing him at this point the answer will probably be no and that I should just kill myself.

"Aw, how'd you know what I'd say," Ben pouted, looking a lot like a kid. "I'm not a kid either."

"I'm sorry, what sir? I never said anything and please don't tell me now that you can read my thoughts."

"Bingo bango. Burned the house right down," Ben responded sing songily with a grin on his face. At my confused look he went on, "Like hit the nail on the head, but cause you burned Mr. W's house."

I sigh to myself and throw my head back. I guess I can try and fall asleep with this midget on me. It's not like he's completely stopping my breathing and it'll take my mind off of everything. I thought to myself as I felt myself slowly fade into sleep.

Right before I felt asleep I heard Ben mutter just loud enough for me to hear him and hear the grin in his voice, "You shouldn't have done that."