Ben had always been a normal kid. A very big Legend of Zelda fan, why, he even looked like Link, with his lomg blonde hair rather wide eyes. But let's rewind back. "Ben had always been a normal kid". This was a lie. This went for his parents too. His stereotypical parents, who always hugged their son in portraits around the house, or made him lunch everyday, were not so normal either. Kids in Ben's neughbourhood always thought he was spoiled, since he got Zelda games almost every night. But they don't know his awful truth, his horrible life behind his house's walls.
Ben sat on the swing set of the playground of his school, swinging slowly back and forth. He lookee at his bruised legs.."They're only grom falling off the playground" he had always lied to his teacher. Ben finalky muttered to himself "They taught to never judge a book by it's cover..well.. they didn't twach good enough". He stopped swinging, and lifted himself up off the swing. He grabbed his backpack, and started to trudge home.
When he got home, he saw his parents doing what they usually did when they got home, watching daytime television. When his dad heard the door lock behind Ben, he turned the TV off. He turned and looked at Ben with his cold, unwelcoming eyes. "It is 5:00 right now. You have to make dinner for me and your mother by 6:30. If you don't, there will be consequences." his dad said in a monotone voice. His mother and father got up, and walked into their room, shutting the door behind them.
Ben slaved over the food he was making for his parents for what seemed like forever. When he finally finished getting their plates ready, he looked at the clock. His heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a pond. "6:39!" he hissed to himself. Panicking, he quickly rushed to the table where his parents were sitting. His father glared at Ben with a look of sourness and hatred. Ben looked away, holding back tears, and set the plates down in front of his parents in silence. He then rushed to his room.
At 8:56 that night, his father ripped open the door to Ben's room, his face red with rage. "You finished cooking late..." he growled. "I'm sorry, there weren't any clean dishes and-" Ben attempted to finish his sentence, but his dad grabbed Ben by his hair and slammed him against the wall. "TEN MINUTES!!" he shouted at Ben's face. Ben was now crying "I'm sorry!" he chocked through quiet sobs. It was too late for that. His dad had thrown him onto the ground and began kicking him. "WORTHLESS!" he shouted. "LAZY!" Ben huddled into a ball on the floor of his bedroom, unable to defend himself. Hia father shouted and shouted at Ben for what seemed an eternity and he couldn't make out the words he was saying. Finalky, his father stopped kicking him. His angry expression faded to neutral, and he walked out of his room. Ben's world faded to darkness.
Ben woke up the next morning, layimg on the floor of his bedroom. He was wearing the now blood stained clothee he had worn the night before. He slowly got up and limped to the kitchen. Luckily, his father had already gone to work and his mother was out running errands. He turned and looked at the dining table. It had a game with a note taped to it. He walked over to it, and saw the game labeled " Majora's Mask". The not read a simple phrase, "Don't tell". His eyes lit up from a sad, broken look to a happy, excited look. "Majora's Mask!" he gasped "This game is brand new! It came out three days ago!" he eagerly ran over to his gamesystem, and popped in the game. His eyea widened as the main menu popped up. He then made a file named "BEN". He then smiled to himself and said "I'm sure glad it's Saturday". He played all afternoon until his mother got home. She ignored his presence and walked into her bedroom. Finally, his dad got home. It was 5:34 p.m. "You have until 6:30. There will be consequences." he grumbled. Ben sadly turned off the game and made the food.
When he was finished, his eyes reluctantly turned and glanced at the clock. To his surprise, it was only 6:03! "Mommy! Daddy! Food is ready!" he called to his parents. His father emerged from his room with a somewhat satisfied face. His parents ate their food and Ben strutted into his room proudly.
A few days had last, and his parents were having a party. Ben sat on the sectional in the living room, on the edge of his seat. He had reached the boss battle, where he was fighting skull kid. "BEN! COME OUT TO THE BACKYARD AND INTRODUCE YER SELF!" his dad shouted from the backyard. Ben rolled his eyes and paused the game. He trotted out to the backyard. It was at least 11:00 p.m, way past his bedtime. All the adults were drunk, including his parents. "And this... *hic*... is Ben... he's my useless son..." his dad attempted to say. Ben was used to the comments, kept a stern face. "D'aww... he's kinda cute!" the adults said, gathering around him like chicken at feeding time. Finally, his dad picked him up and said "Hey guys, watch this!" and threw Ben into the pool.
After Be had plunged into the icy water, panic set in. He remembrer that he never learned how to swim! He splashed and gurgled for help, only to recieve none. He cried and screamed. Kicked and flailed his arms around. Nothing help. Accepting his horrible fate; he let himself sink to the bottom of the pool. His world was swirling around him, and he eventually floated to the top again, lifeless. The last words he had heard in his head were "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
Years have past, and the couple had already been charged of child abuse and were arrested. Ben's death was all over the news, but this news was now long forgotten. But only one person remembered was an old man. He slowly hobbled over to Ben's house, which was abandoned. To his satisfaction, he found a dusty key sittig under the dusty mat. He unlocked the door with a loud creak and let himself in.
Lokking around, he saw the old game system. He walked over to it and took the gane that was currently in it out. It had been collecting dust over the years. He cackled in delight. "Perfect..." he mumbled and put the game in his pocket. He then walked out of the house, locking the door.
