Sans would have to be proud of Ben.

Ben had to admit he had been watching Sans for longer than a few days before he made his introduction. And watching Sans was just hilarious. Not only did the short skeleton make good, original memes, but he had an entire folder of them! When Sans was at work, Ben scrolled through them, and he ended up wheezing on the floor.

Usually Ben wasn't the one to be out about his jokes. Ever since he met an unfortunate end by drowning, he didn't like leaving the computer. Watching people from behind the screen, screwing with their games and computers gave him a laugh. But he didn't really go out and talk about it, he didn't act on it in real life.

This was the first time he really let it loose. Being with Sans was odd, but it really gave Ben a sense of confidence he didn't have outside of the screen.

Ben was a troll. That's what he liked to identify himself as. That one person online that knew the game better and screwed with people behind the safety of the game. The rare times he even came into the real world was to drag his victims behind the screen with him to kill them.

But this was the first time he ever used his trolling to this extent, on people he didn't really know.

And boy, it was fun. No wonder Sans did this so much, it was great.

Of course, Ben would have to say that Sans was better than him at it. Sans was somehow extremely manipulative when he wanted to be, It was a talent, really. Sans was more milupulative, a prankster that you couldn't beat. Ben learned that by watching Sans. If the skeleton wanted to, he could talk his way out of a lot of things. He was quick and cunning, smart too, Ben would never reach his level.

But Ben wasn't a prankster or a manipulator, he was a troller. He screwed with people and annoyed them to absolute death, and inconvenience their lives in the most impactful way possible. So of course Ben didn't compare. Although they both loved screwing with people, they went about it in different ways.

Ben knew he couldn't talk his way out of his situation. He wasn't getting out of there on his own, he wasn't as cunning as Sans.

However, annoying people...

That was his specialty.

It had only been an hour, from what he could tell, and it was going great. With a subway sandwich wrapper on the table, and rubix cube in hand, Ben was screwing with them to no end. As soon as they delivered the sandwich, Ben told them his real name wasn't Jeff, and that he would tell them his real name after he was done eating his sandwich.

Which he also happened to be a slow eater.

After he was done, however, he didn't stop there. He gave them a multiple choice question for his name, telling them they had four options. Xavior, Kyle, Alex, and Avander.

None of which were his name. But they didn't know that.

He could tell they were annoyed with him at this point. It had gotten to the point where they hadn't talked to him in a couple of minutes, obviously trying to come up with a strategy for dealing with him.

As they did that, Ben tried to think of how he would get out of this situation, He was no doubt in an armed facility with a lot of guards, and although he couldn't die, he could still be restrained. And bullets would probably sting if he was shot, he didn't like that idea very much.

How would he get out? The others would probably try and come for him, but he wasn't really sure how long it would take for them to notice that he's gone. And how would they even track him down? Ben didn't even know where he was.

With his hands tapping against the cool table, Ben looked up at the loudspeakers came to life.

"We have some more questions for you, if you would please answer them. How old are you?"

Ben looked at the 'mirror' on the wall, knowing full well that it was actually a one way mirror.

"69." He had to hold back a snort.

There was a pause. "Do you not age?"

"I died awhile ago, I don't age," Ben said, ceasing his tapping fingers. "Do I look good for my age?"

Another pause. "Can you please give us a single name of which to address you as?"

Oh, they were just handing him this material. "Big Chungus."

None of them seemed to understand the meme, as they continued the conversation. "Thank you Chungus. Where are you from?"

"Well..." Ben had to pause for a moment to think about a good reply for a couple of seconds. "Not from this room."

"Do you have any knowledge of your origins? Of how you became how you are?" The woman asked.

Oh, Ben remembered. He remembered that day very clearly. The pain of the water filling his lungs, the pain of just going numb...

He didn't originally look like Link. Not at all. He used to be a regular boy, with a regular video game hobby. His parents weren't the nicest of people, but Ben adjusted. Playing the Legend of Zelda helped, it was nice to ease himself into another world and pretend his life didn't exist.

"Daddy put his d*ck into Mommy's-"

"Alright, alright, thank you for the information!" The woman said quickly, "But do you know how you started bleeding from your eyes, and why your ears are pointed?"

"I did an angsty elf roleplay," Ben said, "It was my oc."

He had just woken up that way. After the world went dark, Ben woke up like it. That's how he ended up with black eyes, pointed ears, looking like an eternally crying Link. There was no choice, no say in the matter. It just... happened.

"Can you tell us what you did to the victims?" The woman asked.

"It wasn't me!" Ben defended, "Shaggy used 2% of his full power on them. They are no more."

"Chungus, who is shaggy?"

"He works to solve mysteries, just like you guys. He's a bit of a scardy cat, but he had a pet dog."

There was a pause. "You're talking about scooby doo, aren't you?"

He laughed. "Yup."

~~~~~~

Sans wasn't going to sit around.

Ben never went missing. He always replied, he always was in the internet. If Ben didn't reply, something happened to him. And Sans was going to find out what.

It didn't take long for Sans to get a good trail. First, he simply checked Ben's computer. The kids password was 'GayFortniteDancing', he already knew the password from when Ben told him before because he was too lazy to go grab it, even though he could go into the T.V and go through his computer to reach it.

Ben, thankfully, had a trail. In order for him to travel through one device to another, he would have to connect that device to the other. Links connecting electronics like bluetooth or other means usually were what he used, since Ben would need a path in order to go through the computers. Sans hadn't even noticed it on his electronics until later, and police officers wouldn't know to look for it as they wouldn't know that was how Ben killed people, A smart gig, and Ben destroyed the links after a victim was taken, which meant that they wouldn't be able to track him even if they did look out for that.

But, if Ben never came back through the path, it meant that it was still there. That the link was still present, and he hadn't destroyed it yet.

And that's how Sans found the computer.

Well, he found the account on the computer. Someone named John owned the account that had the link, and it was connected to his computer. With the link, Sans wouldn't be able to get much information from the man, other than a few minor details. Details like his name, the name of his computer...

And a location.

It was a work computer, one for an FBI agent. And the address so generously gave Sans the location of an FBI headquarters that, when googling it, helped show that the address wasn't too far away from where he was. It also showed that he recently started documenting some information on a case about a blond haired boy.

How... convenient.

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Oh yeah, getting to the final conflict of the book!

Also, I have to brag about what my brother got me.

Look!