The Drowning (Undercooked BEN fanfic)

This is an unofficial (and possibly non-canon) prequel to the original story of BEN Drowned.

April 22nd, 2002

9:00 PM

Dear Diary,

I've been doing some research on my parents' computer (because I'm obviously not old enough to buy my own yet) to learn more about the subjects of my dreams, voices in ny head, what they were "telling" me and what-not. Most people say that dreams, as illusions of the mind, have no connection whatsoever to reality. For many cases, that is true. You can't expect to avoid something like flunking a mid-term or a car accident just because you imagined it happening based on in-dream actions. That's understandable. What I've been dreaming about, to me, is way to interesting to ignore, and I've begun to see some things in the world differently because of it.

So, I've been looking up the "Moon Children," the wierd-ass characters in Majora's Mask (btw I'm still having a fucking blast at that game, and it will always be one of the many reasons I love my grandpa, who got it for me last Christmas). It looks like Link's universe has its own Greek Mythology, only it's more real. The Moon Children are known as the subjects of stories with religious backgrounds to them. It is also said that they tell you (in your mind) that you can do many interesting things if you were to "join" them. Do you know how fucking crazy that shit sounds? The way that sounds to me, they're making you do crazy things in the real world that they might see as good things. And I bet "joining" the group of a fantasy could mean either keeping yourself in a particular area, thinking its where that "world" is, or committing suicide in order to "travel" there.

I believe in the Afterlife and God, but not the other illusions of dreams. Yet at the same time, something tells me that I am close to going somewhere like that. In fact, during my nap today, one of the voices told me, "Just one more day, our dear Benjamin. Just one more day, and you will be with us, and you will be our greatest hero we could ever ask for." I can't tell anyone about it yet, because they will think I'm crazy, and they wouldn't let me continue, so I'd be fucked from there. So if my dreams are real, if I am really not insane in the brain, then I must prove it.

I need to get some rest. I've got that fishing trip with my grandpa tomorrow after school. The lake we are going to is pretty well hidden in the forest, so it is not visited much, and that's good because that means it is quiet. I hope to catch some chubby sons of bitches (as my grandpa calls them) for supper. Though I better not let my excitement get the better of me, otherwise I'd find myself submerged in seventy percent of Mother Nature's resources.

April 23rd, 2002

6:30 PM

Ben: I don't know, gramps. We've been out here for three hours and we haven't gotten a nibble.

Grandpa: Don't worry, Benny. We'll get one. It just takes patience.

Ben: Yeah, I guess you're right.

Grandpa: You still enjoying that game?

Ben: Hell yeah! I can never thank you enough for getting me that. I love Nintendo more than any other game company.

Grandpa: I agree. It's hard to ignore. They didn't have as many games as they do now when I was a lad like you, but what they did have in store was enough to keep me occupied on rainy days.

Ben: I bet.

Silence

Ben: Gramps, can I ask you something crazy?

Grandpa: Crazy is my middle name! Go for it, bud.

Ben: Do you...uh.....Do you believe in the Moon Children?

Grandpa: Who?

Ben: Those creepy little guys from Majora's Mask.

Grandpa: Oh, is that what you call them? I see. Let me think...yeah, maybe. I think its possible. I just have a funny feeling or two that at least some of life's greatest fantasies are just as true as history, maybe a bit more. I can't really explain it, I can just feel it.

Ben: Me too!

Grandpa: In fact, something feels odd about this lake. Something tells me that this place is special. After all, it is rare.

Ben: Yeah, just like the chubby sons of bitches we need to catch for dinner! Ha ha ha ha!

Grandpa: Ha ha! That's true.

Ben's fishing rod takes a slight pull.

Ben: Huh?

Grandpa: What?

Ben gently takes hold of his rod, and the tug gets stronger.'x

Grandpa: What is it, Benny?

Ben: I think...I think I got one! No, I...I'm sure! I FUCKING GOT ONE! FINALLY! MOM AND DAD WILL BE SO PLEASED!

Grandpa: Woah there, bud, take it easy!

Ben: I can't let it go! It just feels too big to...come to think of it, it feels too big to pull out almost. This can't be a fish. What could it be?

Grandpa: Maybe we found my lost hunting boots?

Ben: Oh stop! Ha! You gave that up years ago! Though it would be cool if we found a treasure or something. Perhaps enough money to pay our mortgages and send me to-

Suddenly, something hauls the rod into the water, taking Ben with it.

Ben: AAAAAHHHHH- (*Splash)

Grandpa: Ben? Ben?! BEN! NO! WHAT?! WHA- WHERE ARE YOU?! BEN!

Ben's grandpa frantically rows to the shore.

Grandpa: Ben! Don't worry, wherever you are! I'm gonna get help! It's gonna be okay! You'll be fine! I won't let you go! I promise!

Ben's grandpa pulls out his cell phone and dials 911.

Operator: 911, please state your emergency.

Grandpa: PLEASE SEND HELP! MY GRANDSON IS DROWNING!

''Meanwhile at the bottom of the lake, Ben struggles to swim back up to the surface, but something is pinning him down. Then, a mysterious creature appears in front of him.''

???: Hello, Benjamin. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.

Ben: (*Muffled voice due to submersion) WHAT ISH THISH?! I DON'T UNDERSHDAND! PELASHE DON'T KILL ME! I'M SHO YONG! I HAVEN'T HAD A GERRFREND YET!

???: I know this is very difficult, especially to understand. But please don't worry, becuse you will be with us very soon. A few moments longer in here, and your soul can finally escape this shell, and you will be able to come to our world. I'm really sorry that you have to leave your world. I really am. But you are the chosen one for us. You are different, so you will be able to help us. The new life that awaits you will be much more beautiful that anything you've ever known.

Ben: (*Still struggling)

???: It's time.

Ben: No, pleashe! No! No! NO!!! NOOOOOOOOO-

''After more than five minutes of painful drowning, Benjamin Lawman, twelve years old, dies. Then, a ghostly figure, his soul, emerges from his body.''

???: (*Smiling creepily)

Ben's Soul: ...

???: It's okay, Benjamin. You are safe now.

Ben's Soul: Fine. I'll do whatever the fuck you want. But if I'm not as useful to your kind as you say I am, then I want my life back! You can do that, right?

???: We can, but we most likely won't need to, because we are sure that you are going to be the greatest hero in our history. Come along now! We must not waste any more time. They're waiting for us!

Ben's Soul: Welp, here goes nothing.

''With that, Ben's Soul and the creature float out of the lake and into the sky, where the other Moon Children await their arrival. Meanwhile paramedics and police find the body of the deceased Benjamin Lawman at the bottom of the lake. After a thoroughly conducted investigation, the manner of death is ruled as suicide.''

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