At first, everyone felt a bit off.

Usually Ben would just pop out of the computer or T.V randomly. He was unpredictable, but pulling up cleverbot would at least get a response from him. However, this proved fruitless, as there was a lack of response. No glitches, not cleverbot. Nothing.

Sans had gotten home after almost crashing into trees with Jeff to find that Ben had been missing for a couple of hours, which never happened. The boy lived in electronics, he always replied almost immediately. If he wasn't inside of the electronic, he at least used his phone.

But his phone was on the counter, in the kitchen. No one knew where he was.

Once it was dark, everyone was a bit stressed out. Ben never disappeared, he at least responded. At this point Sans was worried.

"He could be hurt, or dead, or something!" Sans said, frantically clicking through google.

"I couldn't find any articles about a strange, bloody eyed boy," Jeff announced from his computer, clicking out of his tab. "I don't think he was spotted on the streets or something."

"Well, he's not here!" Sans said, "If there's no reports of some glitchy guy being arrested, what could we do?"

"He might just be distracted, you know," Eyeless Jack offered.

"Or he could be hurt!" Sans said, "For all we know, some people could have managed to kidnap him and are torturing him right now!"

~~~~~~

This was a turn Noelle didn't expect.

Of course, the boy was still utterly terrifying. She watched him crawl out of a screen with bleeding eyes like it was no big deal, of course she was scared of him.

But that was before he talked.

They weren't exactly sure how to deal with this situation. What could and couldn't he understand? What were his abilities? How did he make all of those people disappear?

The room was at least prepared for this. They had a loudspeaker to communicate with him for, and they had a small opening at the side to be able to give him things like food. The government officials weren't really sure if he could or couldn't eat, but it helped.

The first object was a rubix cube. One of the others had it as a decoration for their desk, so everyone decided they could try that out first. To see if this thing, or boy, would be able to solve it.

Noelle had to admit it was off putting for this thing to be so... young. He looked to only be 11 or 12, and although he had bleeding eyes, he still looked like a child that should be going to school. Was this boy really the one who made so many people go missing?

He immediately noticed when the rubix cube entered the slot, looking over. He didn't even move to walk towards it, he just looked at it before looking at the glass. The boy didn't look very amused.

"Should we tell him what to do with it?" One of her coworkers asked.

"But would he even understand our language?" Another asked.

"We could try," She said.

She leaned down and pressed the button, holding her head close to the mic before speaking into it, "If you can understand this, will you please decode the rubix cube to your left?"

The boy looked back at them, and everyone held their breaths as they waited for his response. Would he try to attack the glass? Would he even understand the words.

And when he opened his mouth, everyone leaned forward with interest. Surely he was going to give them an answer, right?

"That's kind of gay."

Okay, not the answer they were expecting.

Noelle recovered from her confusion and leaned forward, pressing the button again. "Do you understand our language?"

The boy blinked at the glass. "Oh my god, I was kidnapped by idiots."

"I think that means he can understand our language," A coworker of hers said.

"Oh, you think?" Another retorted.

"Can you all calm down? He speaks our language, but he's still a killer. Let's remain calm and professional about this," A third said.

"But that's a kid in there? What should we do? Bribe him with a barbie toy?" One of them asked.

"Why a barbie toy?" Another asked.

"It's all I have at my desk."

"And why do you have barbie toys at your desk, working for the government?"

The man looked away. "Shut up!"

"You guys are still on the loudspeaker," Ben said from the other side.

Noelle turned to realize that her finger was still pressed on the button.

He heard all of that.

"Can we ask you a few questions?" Noelle asked him, trying to change the subject.

The opportunity was there, and Ben took it. "I don't know, can you?"

Yeah, okay, Noelle didn't know how to feel about this. Her hands were still shaking, she was still scared. They all were a little frightened. This situation wasn't exactly normal, per say, so they were all a bit jittery and on the edge.

"Do you have a name?" Noelle asked.

The boy thought for a moment. "Yeah, I do. Name's... my name is Bill Buttlicker."

"Is that... is that actually your name?" A coworker asked in disbelief.

His face became offended. "How dare you! My family built this country!"

"Hold on, is that an Office reference?" Noelle asked.

The boy grinned wider. "Yeah."

There was different reactions from the agents behind the glass. Noelle remained silent and confused, a few of them groaned, and one even snorted. This kid wasn't like the others they've dealt with, likely because he was a kid who's killed people. But he wasn't taking any of this seriously, as if he isn't afraid.

"Can you tell us your real name?" A coworker asked.

"Fine, Jeff," Ben muttered, "And just so you know, I'm kinda ugly and I can't drive."

"Thank you for complying," Noelle said, "So you can understand our language and you watch human shows. But are you fully human?"

"Not really sure, is the government allowed to do this? Kidnap a kid and lock him in a room just because he was popping by for a visit?" Ben asked.

"Hundreds of people have disappeared because of you."

"Disappearances, schmeerences, it's in the past." Ben waved his hand.

"Where did the bodies go?" Noelle asked.

"Somewhere. Dunno, I tend to forget things when I don't have subway."

Ben gave them an expecting look, and the message was clear. Sighing, Noelle turned towards the man to her left.

"Can you go buy this boy some subway?" She asked.

"Meatball sub, please and thanks," Ben said.

This was going to be a long day.