What Do You Do When The Slashers Lose Their Lust For Revenge?

**Chapter 1**

Authors Note: 

Alright, first things first, hi! (: I'm so glad you've decided to check out my story! (:(:

Second things: 

Ghostface is not, like in the movies, 1 or 2 people hiding behind a mask or a phone with a voice changer doodad. He is 1 person. A mix of Billy Loomis, Debbie Loomis, Stu Macher, Mickey Altieri, Jill Roberts, Roman Bridger and Charlie Walker. 

There is shipping in this. It will be very dramatic (: Shipping mostly among the Creepypastas, though. I'm not sure if I want to include Frason yet.  Probably not. Another day, another story. 

Do not expect your normal scheduling of witty remarks and cunning conversation from Chucky or Freddy, do not expect Michael to not run, do not expect Jason not to use his voice. They are messed up(Even more then normal) in this story. But you'll get your usual, beloved Slasher villains eventually, so don't worry! 

Without further ado, enjoy the story! 

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"Ow!" BEN swears, holding his noggin where he hit it, hard, against something else that emits a pained swear. He looks up, gritting his teeth and glaring, at whoever it is. Who could it be? He's in the middle of cyber space, and he left that screwball Sonic's sector an hour ago. "What the fuc-" 

"BEN! What the hell, man? What's in that head of yours? Metal!?" Dark Link growls, muttering another, exasperated and pained 'God' under his breath, drawn out. He rubs the front of his head under his hat, squinting through his hair. 

"What's in yours??" BEN exclaims right back, too annoyed to come up with anything intelligent. When the pain subsides, he scowls and wipes his hands on his tunic. He just finished up with a victim, and fuck, did they bleed! Must've hit a vein or something. God, BEN hates when he hits veins. He's gonna have to clean his clothes, now! No one's gonna play a game where Link looks like an axe murderer. "Ugh, what are you even doing here, Dark? Shouldn't you be in LOTR? Where you belong?" 

Calming down from his surprise attack, Dark pushes his hat back into place and straightens his back. He looks around the area they're in, surrounded by hovering, bunched up 1's and 0's everywhere you look, bored. "You insinuating I don't 'belong' here, Princess?" A scoff escapes the grey mans lips, smirking.

BEN scowls deeper. Oh, how he hates this fuck-ass. "Don't call me that, 'Princess'," He makes a mockery of Darks voice, immaturely. "And yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. So why don't you piss off, then?"

Tilting his head to the side, Dark makes it out like he's thinking. "Mmmm, Nah," Dark taps the side of his nose, leaning closer to his look-alike like he's in some secret agent movie, winking. BEN scrunches up his own nose in distaste. "I'm on a mission. Gotta go see Slender. His place is your  spot of operations isn't it? Why don't you show me the way?" 

BEN laughs. "You? Have something to say to Slender?" He laughs more. An loud, open mouthed laugh. His pearly white canines show. "Aww, how you make me laugh, Linky." 

"This is no joke, Princess!" Dark exclaims honestly. "Now show me the way to Slendyman. I'm afraid the map I found didn't help much. You know how Cyber Space is."

"Stop calling me that!!" BEN wants to hit him, but doesn't. He keep his calm. 

"Never." 

"Ugh," The blonde boy sighs in frustration, clenching and unclenching his fists. But, he's starting to believe the guy. I mean, why would he lie? There's no motive! And besides, if he did just want to mess with Slender, then at least he'd get his ass kicked. BEN calms down and shrugs. "Fine, lets go. But I'm sticking around to see you get your flatt ass handed to you, so you know."