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Hi, could i ask for some headcanons for Toby, Ej and Ben with a S/O who gets easily lost, like even getting lost in the most absurd places

(♡) Authors note; my first request LET'S GOOO 💪 I'm still not used to writing headcanons but I really want to, and I realized that I started quite blindly :') I should've made some character analysis or aus beforehand but oh well. I'll do it another time but for now, here you go <3 also not proofread so ignore any mistakes

TOBY;

- this man is the embodiment of attachment issues. It took a pretty long time for him to crack open his protective shell, and once he did he swore to never leave your side.

- I imagine this happening whenever you two are outside, which rarely happens. I mean...he finally found a lover, he won't risk them running away because let's be honest, he probably kidnapped you but that's another story.- you two were just taking a stroll in some area and then all of a sudden you're gone. Completely out of sight.

- low-key panics once he realizes that you're not beside him anymore.- will literally search the whole entire place for you, calling out your name multiple times. He doesn't care if some passerby hears him. He will find you.

- once he catches a mere glimpse of you, he's immediately running over. It's clear that he's upset, he really thought you took the chance to run away since he finally warmed up to the idea of going outside and not keeping you locked up in his stinky ass cabin (please get this man a proper home he really needs it)

- good luck convincing him that you just wandered off because he would not believe you. After a while he might let it go but best believe the little walk you two planned is cut short. He's taking you back to his place as soon as possible.

- it might take him some time to let you go outside again since he's still a little suspicious. And now he's even more clingy but hey, we're not complaining. Who wouldn't want Toby by their side 24/7?

EYELESS JACK;

-quite similar to Toby, this cannibalistic demon finally found someone who actually loves him (which he still doesn't get what you see in him) let's just say...he wouldn't be very happy about the situation.

-would also think you were running away from him. After the whole failed cult sacrifice thing and him losing his vision, his other senses are now heightened. He'd use that to his advantage to find you.

-which isn't too hard for him, you didn't wander far since he probably heard you as soon as you walked away.

-he isn't angry, just worried. He starts to look after you more often, always keeping an eye out Incase you get lost again (...he doesn't have eyes:3)

-it becomes a little thing where whenever you start to walk off, he's dragging you back by the collar of your shirt so you don't get lost again.

BEN;

-this isn't much of a problem for him, sure he'd be quite confused at first because where the fuck are you going?

-this little fucker probably finds it amusing, not even doing anything about it just to see you get lost.

-eventually guides you back to wherever you two were originally. Like I said, it isn't a problem for him and he won't panic like the others since he is literally a ghost...he could just teleport to you whenever.

-most of the time he drags it out to see you get scared once you realize you wandered off again and can't seem to find your way back but he'll still help you. Just after a long time because he's an asshole like that.

May I have some Headcanons of Ben Drowned with S/O who is like Miss Circle from FDE?

(♡) Authors note; sorry for the random pause :') I've been quite busy these days but I will get to the other requests soon! Also sorry if I don't get the character's personality quite right since it's the first time I heard of her :3 i genuinely don't know if I should include some appearance-wise aspects like the compass arm she has I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted 😭

(♡) Warning; mentions of gore and canibalistic tendencies.

BEN;

- still working on the way I write these characters but I feel like BEN is the type of guy to watch gore on shock sites. So, you being a... cannibal isn't that much of a deal to him.

- bro sucks at reacting properly. The most he did was probably say 'oh, you eat kids...cool' and continue traumatizing people on the internet.

- BEN is definitely a tease, he'll relentlessly poke fun at you any chance he gets but won't hesitate to zip his mouth shut whenever you get a little too bothered by it, he likes being dominated, let's face it.

- He's definitely on the shorter side, but not as short as people often make him. The height difference does things to him (Went based off of what's mentioned in Miss Circle's wiki)

- gives you Oreos as an apology gift whenever he acts like a piece of shit since he knows it's your favorite.

- loves your clingy side FOR SURE...this man has never felt the touch of a woman before he died. The most intimate thing he felt was him beating his meat to shitty porn online so when you act all affectionate and clingy he'd be a little awkward.

- only at first tho, he'd warm up in no time and basically never keep his hands off of you.

I was really surprised by your quick and kind response, excuse the pause in my replies. Since you're alright with the topic I gave you, would that be okay if I asked you to write Toby, BEN and Clockwork with a npd!reader? Fem or gn, whichever you prefer

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(♡) Authors note; awh :⁠,⁠-⁠) I'm sorry for the wait! I feel so nervous writing for disorders SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG PLEASE (also can you tell I love toby 🙁 my hcs for him are always longer than the others)

TOBY;

-So...where do I start.

-I really don't want to sound ignorant but I feel like this wouldn't age well with the Toby we all know and love.

-People with npd tend to feel the constant need to be important, respected and powerful.

- and he'd give you just that. It took him so long to finally open up and trust someone after everything that happened to him, no matter how much he tries to convince himself that he doesn't need anyone anymore because they'll just end up leaving like his mother and sister, he actually found a partner. And he's obsessed with them. There is no denying that.

- he genuinely believes that you're too good for him, unintentionally feeding your pride. And that's exactly what you want.

- and he gives it happily if it means staying with you.- yeah... Toby is a dog.

- he loves like a dog.

- even if he comes to terms in his mind that this isn't the healthiest relationship, and that you probably only stayed with him because he gave you his every bit of attention, feeding your pride and need to be the best, he'll always stay.

- sometimes his mood swings kick in. Talking back, throwing snarky remarks your way, perhaps even bringing up your tendencies to bring you down, crush the facade of confidence you've put up to hide the mess that you actually are.

- arguments with him are nasty but he always comes back sobbing desperately, poor guy thought you'd leave him forever. And the cycle repeats.

BEN;

-it isn't as angsty like Toby with BEN, he'd probably catch on pretty quickly. He'd just look for signs in how you act in your day-to-day life just to confirm the possibility of you having said disorder.

-since he spends most of his time on the internet he might as well do some research about the whole thing.

-it doesn't really bother him because ay, he finally got a partner. You won't catch him complaining EVER.

-sometimes has a 'what the fuck are you doing' moment because it's canon that BEN is a master manipulator, I can see him looking right through your manipulative tendencies. He doesn't play into your games, just kind of dismisses you.

-which might bruise your pride a little.

-but he does play in from time to time just so you'd stay.

CLOCKWORK;

-as much as I love Natalie...I really don't have any ideas for her.

-I can definitely see her getting annoyed at your antics every now and then but not enough to break up.

Hello! I’m grateful you wrote my request and this is in no way me complaining, I only want to answer what you said about accuracy and all. I’m well aware than npd is not well researched so I’m putting this more so as a way to give you more insight than complain about your portrayal, I’m chill with it. Sorry for the long message. It’s kinda hard putting this stuff into words, but I want to bc I’ve seen one too many posts about all ppl with npd needing to be ‚separated from the society, put down or castrated to stop their kind from spreading’ so I’m not about to waste an opportunity to put out a different perspective. If you don’t want to publically respond I’m chill with that, this is just some info for you if you wanna know more

I really resonated with the part where you said Toby loves like a dog because that’s also the metaphor I use to explain npd. Bc it kinda feels like you’re a dog, you love like one certainly. It feels like you were raised for cagefights. They taught you when you need to bite to survive and get a pat on the back. Taught you that if you didn’t, things get ugly for you. Taught you that everybody is a threat. You have never been prepared to read emotions because surviving and winning were always synonymous and both consumed your youth too much to genuinely learn social clues. And maybe, now you’re out of that place. And suddenly you’re expected to be a good dog, to love and be soft and kind. But the best you can do is act and frantically look around the room for a sign of a threat, because at this point you expects to be hurt. Sometimes you still bite. You know how to fight for your life but you flinch when someone wants to hug you. You’re mean and bitter at heart because as far as you know anyone could hurt you for any mistake you make. Showing weaknesses is out of the question, so you put on a mask. You need to be the best and to be perfect because you know what happened when you weren’t. You hate yourself for every mistake and see that as a life-or-death threat. You seek patterns to be safe and you learn to respond well to things without knowing why you should perform a certain way. You remember that when you used to make a wrong step, it was hell for you. And it’s hard to make a connection when you fear everybody hurting you. When you can’t grasp why anybody would keep you around if you’re not benefitting them. So you act like you’re great and hope that people believe you enough to think you’re worth having around

When I met my roommate in the school dorms I really liked her. A few weeks into knowing her, she started giving me food and trinkets. And many times, though I acted with all the gratitude that I always had to show and I did all the things you’re supposed to do, I felt lost. Because I wasnt very useful to her. She had no benefit from giving me things. Shamefully, I do admit I sat there alone tearing up at a chocolate bar or two that she left for me because it felt so confusingly nice(?) and I still don’t know why she does it. But of course I know (by observation) that people are uncomfortable when others question things like that. So I don’t, I just try to be useful and hope she decides I’m convenient to have (a ‚pleasure to have in class’ of sorts)

With manipulation it’s hard to say how much of it is true because most of the diagnostics were based off of male case studies and generally when the label of ‚npd’ has been slapped on someone, most things they do are seen as kind of evil. I know I do avoid conflict and use my words to my advantage if I feel threatened, yeah. Just yesterday had a friend getting progressively more heated at me (we have very different opinions on things as it turned out) and I did subtly framed it as ‚I thought you were more mature than that, it’s really childish to blow up on me’ bc I know he feels like the group doesn’t treat him seriously. Is it good? Maybe not, but a threat is a threat and I’m not about find out what he does when he gets really angry lol

As to the ‚look at me, I’m the best’ kind of thing, you have to put yourself first because you’ve been put last by everyone else. In a sense, it really does feel like fighting for your life and then being thrown into a setting where nobody had that growing up so you feel like you need to act like them and count days before everything turns ugly again because it’s hard to believe most people aren’t cruel and dangerous. That’s all you’ve known and all you prepared for

So you have a hard time forming honest connections. You feel like an empty shell and discard your smile as soon as you’re through the door. You’re tired. And you don’t know how to act in this new world. So you still do what you need to survive, despite everyone telling you that it’s not about that anymore

Like, ofc I have some personality. I know I like making music and enjoy a quiet evening. I know others tell me I’m fun at parties, funny, charming. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what is me and what is my survival instinct kicking in though. The way I see it, the modern mirror of Narcissus is in other people’s eyes. And I just try to do anything to keep seeing admiration instead of hatred in them

To be fair I feel like that would work (somewhat) with the creeps, because they aren't super well either and someone who can see patterns in their behavior (how they act when something is wrong etc) could work better bc I don't see then opening up and talking about feelings either. Sure, all those things kinda suggest that they could also mentally destroy me if they wanted (but I would let them bc I love them, especially your portrayal of ben 😌😌). Also I heve a feeling BEN is the kind of guy to show you gore videos for fun and talk about tormenting others for funsies so inability to emotionally connect with others would probably make it easier to enjoy yourself around him lmao idk about others probably trauma bonding would work?? Lol

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HELLO?? I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE THINGS OH MY GOD I'll try to respond to every point in this message because I really like it and thank you for reaching out so often I love when people interact with me :) literally get so excited once I see that little star emoji at the end of requests because I know it's you lol. I mostly based the headcanons off of people on Quora (other than more research on different sites) since it's people with said disorder talking about personal experiences and other people who don't have npds' interaction with people who do have it.

I fucking love when people use the dog metaphors for toby when writing him.

I agree on the point that some creeps would have this, Jeffrey comes to mind, I feel like a lot brush him off as an evil person but I see it as a sort of defense mechanism for him? I can definitely see Jeff relating to this for sure.

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY PORTRAYAL OF BEN X3 and that's so true I literally mentioned it in one of my headcanons like that stinky fucker would show you gore and legit go 'its not even that bad' when you start freaking out. Definitely pops up those videos on your devices randomly. He's so annoying I love him.

One thing I don't like about creepypasta headcanons that revolve around the reader having a personality disorder is the creators make them act so...nice? Like I know that's what people want to read but let's be honest these serial killers never experienced a day of comfort in their lives, I genuinely don't see them being all that nice about it unless it's more of the kinder creeps like Liu or Jane or Nina but even then they'd be awkward about it. The most they'd do is notice (unless you straight up tell them) and that's it. I wouldn't say they would straight up fucking degrade you for having a disorder but I don't see them caring because they're all traumatized, I don't see them sympathizing with reader so yeah that's something that kinda bugs me in creepypasta headcanons.

I’m happy to know you enjoy our interactions too and that you liked my little tangent there. I’m glad that you searched for accounts from actual people who have the disorder rather than pseudo-psychologists, because they are often the harshest without a shred of accuracy (just the way they talk about the narcissist’s eyes turning a demonic black is enough to make me exit the article).

To be fair, Quora is one of the worst places when it comes to accepting people with npd. So I’m glad you managed to find something that didn’t conclude in a pro-eugenics rant lead by a divorced dad who is certain his ex wife is a narcissist because she took the kids. And since I chose my first paper this school year to be about npd and gender (we could write about anything, it was to test our abilities in general), I had to go through a ton of those. They ranged from absolutely hilarious to restraining order worthy. Thankfully Google Scholar saved me from that (though I would never suggest reading studies upon studies on a topic for x reader headcanons, I’m only saying this to sort of validate where my understanding of it came from). Since, yk, it’s a relatively fresh thing (recognised since the 80s I believe) and the fact that I had a therapist who diagnosed me correctly and knew how to approach it is pure luck

Also just any dog metaphor is delightful but it fits so well with Toby too?? Like, it just feels so right when people do that. And I can genuinely see Jeff having some npd traits, good call^^

Ben is just so!!! He’s awful in the best way. I want to kiss him and also put him in a blender for fun :3 i want to drive him insane. And also hold hands maybe. Like, yeah, realistically I would lose my sanity if he liked me but he’s so fun

Also yeah, that’s why I like your blog so much. You don’t shy away from making them hard to be around, hurt, mean. All kinds of messed up but also fun to read about. That’s why I also said that they would probably have an easy time with hurting me mentally, bc if they were aware of just how paranoid I am they would absolutely do what I did in that friend example, only 10 times worse (like, specifically saying stuff they know gets a reaction out of me to force me to stay or do whatever). In all honesty, this might be just why I like creepypasta characters (especially this specific portrayal of them). I mean, it does fit into that type of ‚pleople may be nice but they are out to get you at all times so you need to act to survive’. It’s kind of a safe way to experience something that is both natural to me and also absolutely unsafe irl. Like, yeah, I would have to walk on eggshells to be with Toby but also that is the way I see any sort of relationship either way. Sometimes, I’m more uncomfortable with the pure fluff bc that feels fake and unnatural. On that note, Toby to me is so untreated-bpd coded

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Agreed Ben is so fucking stupid I want to gnaw on him and push him down the stairs, what a silly fella. You don't know how happy it made me when you said you liked my blog :') when I shared my first post I thought it wouldn't get any attention, and I would just end up deleting the blog all together so hearing someone actually enjoys these little headcanons I make about fictional serial killers is so nice <3

you said everything so perfectly I have nothing to add, and yes toby is fucking miserable any disorder he has is 100% untreated and yes I love him and yes I want him and—

GAMING WITH BEN;

(♡) Authors note; some BEN hcs for you guys :) I haven't written in a bit and my motivation to do so isn't really there so I forced myself to upload something.

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-you can tell by the way I write BEN is... he's an asshole. Sure, you're his partner, he loves you and all but he would NOT let you win any of the games you two play together.

-since your hermit of a boyfriend is a 'game fanatic' you decided it'd be a little nice to spend time together doing something he loves and enjoys. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

-loud incorrect buzzer.

-he is the embodiment of a sore loser.

-at first he starts off normally, clearly beating your ass if you aren't used to playing video games as often as he does. For him, it took zero effort to win against you.

-but if you were quite an expert gaming wise and he senses that you have a pretty good chance of winning... he's bringing out the hacking.

-he'll do anything but accept defeat; lagging the program, kicking you out mid game, glitching you out of the server... anything.

-if you ever do survive that he'll just cover your device with his grimy hands. Or just put his foot on your face.

-... he's disgusting.

-and if you somehow win (which is pretty unlikely considering the dedication he puts just so you wouldn't) his ego would be BRUISED.

-he'd sulk and pout. Claiming that he 'let you win'.

-alright, whatever you say BEN.

-only way to get the loser from ignoring you for the rest of the week is to give him a kiss on his cheek.

-preferably a blowjo—

hiii I saw requests were open so I wanted to know if you could write a ben with a clumsy (breaks everything and bumps against everything) and orange cat type of gf please ? <33 also a really touch starved and cuddly reader that likes to do embroidery please ??

Of course take your time with it and feel free to ignore it <33

Take care love 💕

(♡) Authors note; my first request in awhile!! I was genuinely so happy to see this :') sorry it took a little while but I LOVED WRITING THIS :3

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-BEN is a pretty chill guy. and by chill I mean high as fuck 24/7.

-on the rare occurrence of being sober, he'd match your energetic and chaotic personality!

-he tends to stay in his room all day traumatizing people on the internet and drinking ungodly amounts of energy drinks (his room is actually disgusting please help him clean it) because half of the mansion hates him for being an annoying little brat. except for Jeff tho, he somewhat tolerates BEN's antics.

-your energy and overall demeanor always helps him let loose and have fun instead of hiding away all the time.

-spending time together whether it's in or outside of his room always ends up being a disaster (in a good way)

-creeps just KNOW you two are up to no good whenever you're seen together.

-you always gotta end up in trouble. even if you attempted to do the simplest tasks such as...making a fucking sandwich. all of the sudden the toaster is somehow burnt, cheese is on the ceiling and about 25 cups are broken.

-which brings us to your clumsiness :) uh yeah he fucking loves it.

-laughs his fucking ass off instead of helping you. well, he does eventually, just let him finish being a little bitch and he'll half-assedly bandage any wounds or injuries you got.

-only if they're minor injuries!! if it's something major he'll be rushing you to EJ. also yeah anything that can't be fixed with a sonic bandaid is major to him.

-the good thing is he covers up for you if you end up breaking something so you wouldn't get in trouble. so there's that.

-he actually starts carrying around bandaids more often in case you get hurt which is sweet (Jeff teases him for it)(he's jealous he doesn't have a cool relationship like you two have)

-ALSO...IF ANYONE DARES TO MAKE A COMMENT ABOUT THE WAY YOU ACT HES GOING OFF...

-now as for the clingy part, he'll try to act nonchalant and unbothered like yeah sit on his lap or whatever (hes never been happier, on the verge of fucking tears)

-he quickly breaks from that act and immediately reciprocates your affection even if he's a little awkward about it.

-you're his first girlfriend, please be patient he'll get used to it eventually.

-he's down bad and it's painfully obvious.

-the first time you told him about your little embroidery hobby he legit took his pants off for you to embroider a cool design on it.

-mans stood in his boxers watching you like a hawk.

-even if you weren't carrying your tools with you, you WILL bring them whether you want to or not.

-he'd be so happy, jumping up and down, kicking his feet, gawking at the desgin you made for him.

-from that day and on he'd bring you whatever clothing item he has so you could do a little something to it :')

-might even consider letting you teach him a thing or two. only simple stuff or else he'll get frustrated.

-in conclusion: he finds you very cool and he's happy you two are together, you genuinely impacted his life positively <3

Hello!

Could you do how Jeff, EJ, Toby and Ben (all separated) would react to Y/N being uncomfortable because of stretch marks on the thighs (or other parts of the body)?? Like what would they do or say about it

Sorry if it was a very long request or something ❤

That's it, have a great day/night!!

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS/JEFFREY BEING AN ACTUAL DICK, MENTIONS OF STRETCH MARKS

AUTHOR'S NOTE; not very proud of this tbh... anyways I didn't really get the "uncomfortable" part so I wrote it as in "insecure" I hope this is what you had in mind :( ALSO I DON'T HAVE A CHARACTER LIMIT GUYS YOU CAN ASK FOR AS MANY AS YOU'D LIKE IN ONE REQUEST!!

JEFFREY;

-not even going to attempt and sugarcoat this section... or any future headcanons that include Jeff because this man is genuinely the biggest asshole to have ever assholed on the planet.

-he doesn't even care if you're his partner, bro is actually ruthless.

-he's made you cry countless of times before.

-i mean... everyone agrees he isn't the greatest boyfriend, especially in terms of just... caring for his lover. like this man can't even do the bare minimum in a relationship.

-if he ever catches you staring at your body in the mirror for long periods of time, he'll straight up ask you.

"the fuck is wrong with you?"

-Jeff is still an intelligent man, he catches on quite quickly.

-he knew you were insecure about something, you wouldn't just sulk at the mirror for like 15 minutes straight for no reason.

-once you tell him what's wrong he kind of just... belittles you?

-that sounds wrong I KNOW. LET ME EXPLAIN.

-it's just that he doesn't understand why you're insecure about some stretch marks on your body.

-he acts like insecurities are useless bullshit as if he doesn't fake his own confidence.

-okay you fucking hypocrite.

-yeah anyways in terms of "comforting" you, said in quotation marks because Jeffrey Woods and comfort in the same sentence is actually diabolical. basically his way of making you feel better about it even if he thinks it's stupid, he forces you to show them to everyone.

-yep. usually when your partner is upset about something physically, you try to make them view said thing in a positive light, and THEN you try to encourage them to try and show it off and be confident about it. right?

-no, Jeff goes straight to the point whether you agree or not. stretch marks on your thighs and legs? you WILL be wearing that short dress. stretch marks on your arms? WEAR that short sleeve top. stretch marks on your stomach? WEAR THAT TANK TO—

-he intends good I swear he's just very mean about it.

-also when other creeps hit on you (specifically BEN) he gets mad like he wasn't the one who threw away half of your closet and forced you to wear something revealing...

-if you sit him down for a serious talk about how this doesn't help with anything and it only makes you even more uncomfortable he might mellow shit down and stop with this whole showing off your body to feel less insecure situation.

-he'll understand but don't expect him to do anything else after that because he claims that "it's not my fuckin' problem... deal with that shit yourself then"

-he is a little pissy about it because he thought he was genuinely helping you.

-having the audacity to get mad when an insufficient way of overcoming your insecurities doesn't work? okay bro.

-anyways I love him guys please request more for this goober.

EYELESS JACK;

-like mentioned in the previous post, Jack never judges others for the way they look physically.

-even when he was normal, he never saw the point in it. that's just the way your body is. why should he make you feel bad about it when you can't do anything to change it? even towards himself. before specific events took place, when he was just a normal college student he saw himself as average looking and didn't have a problem with it and never made an effort to try and "look better"

-but after the whole... failed cult sacrifice it earned him this villain complex mindset.

-he sees himself as an unlovable monstrosity, the fact that you were willing to be near this guy at all is mind-blowing to him.

-naturally, Jack views you as way out of his league. he believes that he doesn't deserve you.

-so, seeing you? the one who changed his life and dragged him out of the hell hole that is his mind, unsatisfied with the way your body looks because of some stretch marks?

-bro is genuinely offended. you're fucking ethereal, you're an angel from above, why can't you see that?

-but seeing you view that part of your body as something bad, he can't help but feel like you're disgusted with his too.

-for context, Jack also has stretch marks scattered all over his body. you don't like yours equals you don't like his. that's his logic.

-he wouldn't say it out loud though, of course not. he knows that it's wrong. his thoughts are just a way to bring him down and make him even more miserable, he just can't help but find any opportunity to convince his brain that he is unlovable.

-i think it's best to not talk about it Infront of him.

-he still thinks you're beautiful though, he's just overthinking :(

TOBY;

-quite similar to Jack, doesn't understand why you view them in such a negative light. he is genuinely borderline obsessed with you. everything... I mean EVERYTHING is perfect in his eyes. yes, including the stretch marks. yes, including the freckle on your left thigh because he is just that observant.

-this man is DETERMINED to make you feel better, he'd do anything to make you see yourself the way he does. quite aggressive with it too. you ARE pretty. stretch marks or not.

-all of the sudden, every single time you stop by a mirror to over-analyse your stretch marks, you're dragged away by Toby to talk about the nice weather outside (anyone who dares to step a foot outside will have to face the consequences of a fucking heatstroke)

-all of the sudden, he starts littering more gentle, almost ghost-like kisses all over your thighs once you two are in the safety of your rooms. it wasn't some out of the ordinary with Toby, he's always had a thing for showing his affection towards you physically. it just stepped up a notch, and the kisses are now directed towards those specific areas.

-he'll do anything to prove to you that your stretch marks are simply a part of you and your body. and he fucking loves it.

-if you don't start loving your stretch marks after all that treatment Toby is giving... the problem is you. mans is actually dedicated.

BEN;

-was never good with comforting people, especially someone he cares about. he is used to always brushing his feelings away, never really confronting himself about shit. but unlike Jeff, he actually tries for you.

-I'll be honest... he probably never knew stretch marks even existed.

-once you told him what you were so upset about, he legitimately went "the fuck is that?"

-he actually has no filter, this guy speaks before he thinks.

-bet you he was typing away on his keyboard too, barely paying any attention to your little rant.

-when you realize his half-assed responses were because he wasn't even listening, you genuinely consider plugging off that ancient ass computer just to get some of his attention.

-he feels bad after that though, he'd attempt, keyword attempt to try and make you feel better.

-it probably doesn't work but you sort of let it him off the hook for it. he doesn't even know what a stretch mark looks like, he is basically trying to convince you that something he doesn't even know and has never seen in his life before is beautiful.

-the attempt is appreciated though, it's genuine enough.

BEN Can(’t) Fly — Part One (OLD)

[Ben, playing video games]:

[Jeff]: Ya know, you’re really pathetic.

[Ben with narrowed eyes]: Whatcha mean ‘pathetic’, clown reject?

[Jeff]: You’re a ghost, right?

[Ben, raising an eyebrow]: I think that’s implied, yes...

[Jeff]: So what are you doin’ sitting on your lazy ass instead of, y’know, haunting people?

[Ben]: I do my haunting through electronics.

[Jeff, scoffing]: Some haunting.

[Ben]: Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve driven tons of people crazy with my tactics.

[Jeff]: Tactics? A game cartridge that’s four decades old?

[Ben, offended]: What’s it to you?

[Jeff]: I’m just sayin’, I’d expect a lot more from someone who’s dead.

[Ben]: I can do things you couldn’t even dream of doing!

[Jeff]: Oh yeah? Like what?

[Ben]: Well math, for one.

[Jeff]: Psh, I can do math.

[Ben]: What’s 74 plus 52?

[Jeff]: Err... 130?

[Ben]: No, you dumbass. 126!

[Jeff]: I knew that.

[Ben]: Lies.

[Jeff]: Whatever. It's not like killing revolves around addition.

[Ben]: Yeah, that's cause you randomly slaughter everyone you come across.

[Jeff]: Not everyone.

[Ben]: What even is the deal with you, huh? You wake people up and then tell them to ‘go to sleep’? I mean, seriously?

[Jeff]: You can't say anything, Slimer.

[Ben]: I think I can.

[Jeff]: Well, I don't have supernatural powers.

[Ben]: Thank God for that.

[Jeff]: My killing is limited.

[Ben]: Uh-huh. Limited to how many of your brain cells are left, maybe.

[Jeff with a death glare]: You're still pathetic.

[Ben]: I am not.

[Jeff]: Oh, really? Then why don't I ever see you fly, huh?

[Ben]: What—what does flying have to do with anything?

[Jeff]: You're a fricken ghost and I've never seen you fly, even once!

[Ben]: And?

[Jeff]: Ghosts have to be able to fly, otherwise they aren't real ghosts.

[Ben]: I am a real ghost.

[Jeff]: Then prove it.

[Ben]: I am literally dead.

[Jeff]: How do I know that?

[Ben]: How could you not know that?

[Jeff]: I’ll bet Y/n doesn’t know that.

[Ben]: Of course she does, cause she isn’t an idiot.

[Jeff]: Well, let’s test that theory, shall we?

[Ben, unamused]: What are you doing?

[Jeff]: Y/n! Y/n, did you know that Ben’s pathetic?

[Ben]: Would you shut up—

[Jeff]: Y/N!! Ben isn’t a real ghost! He’s a poser!

[Ben, whispering frantically]: Jeffery!

[Y/n, yelling from another room]: What?

[Jeff]: Ben calls himself a ghost, but he can’t even—

[Ben, panicking]: Alright, okay, I’ll do it! Just shut up!

[Y/n, entering the room]: Did someone call me?

[Ben]: Nope! We’re just talking among ourselves. 

[Y/n]: But I thought Jeff said something about you being a ghost?

[Jeff, smirking victoriously]: That’s just what you chose to hear.

[Y/n, skeptically]: ...I don’t believe you, but okay.

[Jeff, meeting Ben’s eyes after Y/n exits]: Time to think happy thoughts, Peter Pan.

Ben Can(’t) Fly — Part Two

[Jeff]: ...

[Ben]: ...

[Jeff]: I’m waiting.

[Ben]: Yeah yeah, I know.

[Jeff]: Then why aren’t you doing anything?

[Ben]: Just shut up and let me concentrate.

[Jeff]: Okay, Link.

[Ben]: Don’t call me that.

[Jeff]: Okay, Kristen Stewart simp.

[Ben]: I swear I will leave right now if you don’t shut the hell up—

[Jeff]: I’ll get Y/n again.

[Ben]: And tell her what?

[Jeff]: That you’re a joke of a ghost.

[Ben]: Throws a game controller at him

[Jeff, dodging]: Seriously?

[Ben]: Seriously.

[Jeff]: You just lobbed a controller at my head?

[Ben]: It stopped working a while ago. Might as well put it to some use.

[Jeff]: Uh-huh.

[Ben]: ...

[Jeff]: You’re still not flying.

[Ben]: I just need some air, okay!

[Jeff]: Wow, what are you? A paper airplane?

[Ben]: No! Let’s go up to my room.

[Jeff]: If you say so, midget.

[Ben]: I’M NOT A MIDGET!

[Jeff]: You’re what, 4′6?

[Ben]: NO. I happen to be 5′4, FOR YOUR INFORMATION.

[Jeff]: Damn, you’re shorter than the average female.

[Ben]: Shut your ugly mouth and come on.

In Ben’s room

[Jeff]: So...this is going to accomplish what, exactly?

[Ben]: Giving me the umph I need to fly.

[Jeff]: How?

[Ben]: We’re two stories up, how else do you think?

[Jeff]: Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

[Jeff]: Are you... Are you planning on... 

[Ben]: Leaping from the window? Yeah, you dimwit, I am.

[Jeff]: You must really wanna prove your ghosthood.

[Ben]: Shut up.

[Jeff]: Shouldn’t you be able to just float?

[Ben]: Well I—

[Jeff]: Sally can.

[Ben]: I’M NOT SALLY NOW AM I!

[Jeff]: Clearly.

Ben huffs and opens the window, staring down at the ground with uncertainty

[Jeff]: What’s the matter, Link? Gettin’ cold feet?

[Ben]: N-no.

[Jeff]: Then do it.

[Ben]: Fine.

[Jeff]:

[Ben]:

[Jeff]: You’re still not doing it.

[Ben]: Yes I am.

[Jeff]: Need a push?

[Ben]: NO.

[Jeff]: I think you need a push.

[Ben]: Uh, let me rephrase this: NO.

[Jeff]: I’m giving you a push.

[Ben]: Oh no you’re not—

[Jeff, slowly reaching his hand out]: 

[Ben]: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

[Jeff]: Then jump.

[Ben]: Fine.

Ben draws in a sharp breath, leans forward, and jumps

[Jeff, cheering]: Yea-ha-ha! Fly your ass through that sky, Benny boy!

[Ben]: Fading, girlish squeals of utter terror

[Ben, quickly descending]: 

[Jeff, staring down with no emotion]: 

[Ben, shrieking]: HOLY SHIT WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS—!

[Ben, smacking the ground with a dramatically loud thump]:

[Ben]: Motionless

[Jeff]: Blinks

[Jeff]: Closes window and walks away

How about a few pastas love live or something??? How do they feel, what are their thoughts, how does love make them act or can they even feel that feeling? Oh, don't forget about Ben, he has such a chaotic nature that's why I'm curious 🤔

Creepypastas with a s/o (OLD)

Jeff the Killer

-Jeff’s brain is... pretty scattered and his emotions aren’t normal, so when he met you and realized he actually had feelings you, well, let’s just say it highkey terrified him.

-He’s never loved someone before, at least not romantically, so it’s completely new territory for him, and honestly? He wasn’t sure how to approach the situation.

-So at first he tried to stay away from you while hoping that his feelings would somehow dissipate the longer he avoided you.

-Of course, that didn’t go how he planned, so it didn’t matter how long he tried to ignore the strange butterfly feeling in his stomach every time he got around you, it eventually won the battle.

-He never verbally told you he liked you, he just kind of pulled you away from someone who was getting a little too touchy and then kissed you on the spot. 

-Yeah, it was as surprising as it sounds. But now that he has you, he isn’t willing to let you go.

-This also means that he is a lot more protective of you than he originally was, and gets jealous very easily, which is both unfortunate and flattering.

-If he thinks someone is making you uncomfortable or being touchy, he won’t hesitate to pull you close and send the other guy a death glare, his way of silently saying, “You better watch it or you might just find my knife being wedged down your throat”.

-Jeff sees you as his saving grace, his reason for doing... well, anything, really. He feels as if he’s tainting you every time he touches you, and sometimes refrains and questions your relationship because he doesn't want to end up hurting you like he did his own family.

-He’s a very stubborn person so it takes a lot to get him to admit he does love you, but once you do he latches on like a leach for the rest of the day. He mainly shows his affection in private though, so no PDA here.

-He really adores you, even if he doesn’t like to show it extremely often. He’d really feel betrayed if you were to ever cheat on him or something, and would definitely go on a killing spree to try and come to terms with it.

BEN Drowned

-BEN is one of those people that has to have attention on him at all times, so when he figured out you liked him, he was all over it.

-Sure, he’s talked to girls online before, but he’s never been in contact with someone that he’s had a full-blown crush on. It was new to him, but he welcomed the feelings with open arms.

-He is 100% a ladies man, so he knew how to approach you about the situation, and he was confident at first but steadily got more nervous. He did end up asking if you’d let him be your boyfriend though, and he couldn’t have been happier when you accepted.

-Now that you’re a couple, BEN is very lovable around you and even flirtier than he was, previously, which is saying something. He also makes a point to spoil you constantly, and he has advantages when it comes to buying stuff online so he definitely uses them.

-You want a video game? No problem, he can download it for free. That really expensive necklace he saw you looking at in your search history? Girl, it’s yours, now. 

-BEN is likely the best boyfriend in the house when it comes to stuff. Seriously, you seem to find a present outside your door every other day. 

-Even if you tell him to stop, he won’t. He loves you with all his heart, after all, and he wants to pamper you.

-This guy is really cuddly. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or what he’s doing, he’s always making some kind of physical contact when you’re together. 

-Despite his confident exterior, this dude does still tend to get nervous around you, especially when you give him a nickname. And it’s the cutest thing too, because the tips of his ears will get red and he’ll do this glitchy thing with his body. If you tease him about this he will get even more embarrassed.

-He isn’t someone that’s good at physical battles because he has no upper body strength whatsoever, but if someone messes with you and gets you upset, you can rest assured he will climb through an electronic of theirs (it really doesn’t matter what it is) and give them the scare of their lives.

Eyeless Jack

-This poor boi isn’t a trusting person at all thanks to being betrayed by the one girl he loved, and he kind of forgot what it was like to have feelings for someone, so when he started crushing on you, it took him by surprise.

-He didn’t know how to act around you or how to confront you about it. He got flustered every time you so much as smiled at him, thank God he had his mask on to hide his reddening cheeks.

-He ended up telling you in the moment. It wasn’t planned, in fact, he wasn’t originally going to tell you he liked you at all, for fear of being rejected. In his mind, he doesn’t deserve to be loved because he’s a “monster”, so he was just going to try and ignore his heart instead of telling you how he feels. 

-He does trust you, but he was hesitant to let you see what he looks like behind his mask, afraid that you’d judge him and be scared of him. But you gently pulled it off and saw the empty, tar-dripping sockets where his eyes used to be and his sharp teeth, and he was expecting a big reaction, but you only assured him that he wasn’t what he’s convinced himself he is.

-He was so shocked and happy when he heard you say this about him, so in the emotionl state his mind was in, he didn’t even think about it when he pulled you in for probably the tightest hug in your life (demon strength y’all) and told you how much he loved and appreciated you.

-You got tar on your clothes from his tears but you didn’t care.

-He’s a pretty chill boyfriend, not very protective and he doesn’t get jealous as easily as some. 

-But if he does get jealous he’ll hide it very well, he’ll just subtly watch you from afar until either you or the other guy leaves, then he’ll take your hand and walk around, making it very clear to everyone who you belong to.

-He is a little awkward when it comes to cuddling and stuff, so you have to pretty much take the lead the first few weeks of the relationship. But once he gets used to it, he definitely will hold onto you all the time, he doesn’t care who sees. 

-Really, really touch-starved cause, y’know, he’s a cannibalistic demon with no eyes, not everyone wants to willingly touch that. Good thing you’re really different, huh? And boy is he thankful he has you.

BEN with a deaf/mute boyfriend?

I don’t do male x male ships, I’m sorry. But I do like this concept, so...

Ben with a deaf/mute S/O (OLD)

-At first, he isn’t sure what to think.

-Like, there’s someone who can’t hear him and his loud mouth??

-Does this mean you’re immune to his immaturity?

-It confuses him mostly. He’s heard of these kinds of disabilities but he’s never met someone that actually had them, before.

-Even though you can’t talk, you have such an endearing personality.

-He suddenly finds himself head-over-heels for you, and he isn’t sure what to do.

-Do you feel the same? How can he tell when he doesn’t understand half of the things you’re saying?

-He takes it upon himself to learn sign language.

-Since he’s actually very smart and attentive, it doesn’t take him long to have it down. He hopes being able to speak to you will heighten his chances of becoming your boyfriend.

-He eventually asked you if you would maybe want to be in a relationship with him.

-Of course, you said yes and he was totally estatic.

-Now that you’re his, you spend a lot of extra time together and, as a result, he has perfected the art of communicating with you and knowing what you are and are not feeling.

-You cold? No worries, he noticed your subtle shivering and already has a blanket prepared.

-Hungry? He heard your stomach rumble and ordered takeout.

-Want cuddles? You’re already wrapped up in his arms.

-He can read you like a book and is always two steps ahead to getting you what you need.

-It isn’t because you can’t take care of yourself, he just loves you so much and wants to spoil you. He’s never had anybody depend on him; he was always the one with the disadvantage of being short, but now that you’re in his life he feels like he’s important.

-He wants you to know that you’re adored and you can come to him for anything.

-And I mean anything.

-He’s very protective of you.

-If anyone even looks at you wrong, whether you notice it or not, rest assured he will get payback.

-Since you suffer without one of your most important senses, and can’t verbally talk to anyone, this gives him leeway to treat you really special and the advantage of being your “protector”, as he likes to call himself.

-He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and if someone happened to insult or make fun of you? This boi will go haywire and hack all of their electronics.

-He can’t physically harm anyone, but he can and will most definitely haunt their dreams and drive them insane.

-He overreacts when it comes to you, but he can’t help it! You’re just so amazing and sweet and he would give you the universe of he could.

-Because of your influence, he is now the Creepypasta who’s most fluent in sign language, second to you, of course. Third ranking is Jane, but that’s not important.

-He does get sad at times, that you aren’t able to hear his voice, he isn’t able to hear yours, and you can’t live normally, but just snuggle up to him for a little while and he should be fine.

-After a few weeks of dating, he’ll hardly even acknowledge that anything is wrong with you, anymore.

-Of course, he knows you can’t hear nor speak, but he forgets it a lot because he’s so used to communicating with you and it almost never crosses his mind. It’s just become part of his everyday life.

-But he definitely doesn’t mind that you have disablities; he totally understands and will be there for you always. You’re too awesome to hurt, and he loves you way too much. He only hopes that you feel the same.

How are you doing? Damn girl I missed your stuff about Ben 🌞 I'd love it if you wrote some things about him. Literally anything, when you have time and interest for this.

I'm doing well! Thanks for the hug ^^ You never specified what you wanted so what you get below is what my delirious brain came up with at 11 o'clock at night - enjoy anyway though!! <3

Ben Drowned S\O Headcanons

Ben has a reputation in a lot of peoples' personal AUs as being a sex-driven, perverted little asshole. but lemme tell you now, this certainly is not the case with our favorite Link look-alike.

Whenever the subject of 'love' or 'sex' comes up, especially around you, his ears turn all red and his whole body just kind of stiffens up as he goes into silent mode.

If he does start talking, however, he'll end up stumbling over his words, his voice will go squeaky as if he's teleported back into the early stages of puberty, and his eyes will look at virtually anything but you out of pure embarrassment.

It really is adorable, you must say.

It's moments like these when you lay on the PDA really hard, and you'll kiss his head, or snuggle into his side, even verbally tease him a bit.

"Hey, Ben, ya know what we haven't done in a while? Napped together."

"Aww hun, what's the matter? You're lookin' a little red."

"Ya know, embarrassment looks pretty good on you~"

He like, loves it but despises it at the same time; it's his guilty pleasure, in some aspects.

He's one of those that like to put up a careless exterior, but when somebody says the right thing, he'll pretty much just turn into a ghostly sludge of utter humiliation.

All of this was ten times worse before the two of you became a couple.

Someone could just mention crushes or attraction and he'd be dead.

This "someone" was mostly Jeff on days he wanted to embarrass him. He still does, it just isn't as effective.

You know, the first time you and Ben actually did something as simple as holding hands for the first time, he morphed into a pile of jelly at the rapid beating of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach.

But he just loves you so damn much, the poor boy can't even help it.

Just being around you can be enough to make him blush.

As your relationship as a couple grew, so did his confidence, and now he's chill most times you actually opt to touch him in any way, shape, or form.

Well, on the outside, at least.

But on the inside? His mind is going into alert mode and his insides just feel like they're swirling from euphoria.

I mean, who would have thought that Ben would ever get someone as awesome as you?

Certainly not the other Pastas, since none of them ever thought of Ben as 'boyfriend material'.

Guess he really showed them up.

Okay but seriously though, this dude may not be the smoothest boyfriend out there, but he tries. And he's so freaking sweet.

He regularly rubs it in Jeff's face that he managed to get a girlfriend before him, even though Jeff is like four years older.

Jeff only grunts and mutters, "who needs girls anyway?"

Ben is definitely the kind of person that will 100% overdo it on Valentine's day.

He'll treat it more like Hannuka to be completely honest.

I mean, there's gonna be a present for every day of the month of February, even when Valentine's day has passed already.

Heart chocolates for day #1, your favorite cookie for day #2, a giant teddy bear for day #3, a very strangely worded poem that's supposed to sound romantic but ends up just sounding awkward (he wrote it himself!) for day #4, and so on.

It's so sweet yet totally pointless because what are you supposed to do with all this unedible stuff? You only have so much room for storage!

But it's the thought that counts.

He won't really expect anything but attention out the yin-yang for days on end in return, but if you do get him a gift, he will be all yours for roughly 14 to 24 hours.

This boy gets excited over the simplest things you do for him, he is a major simp, I think it's safe to say.

But it's in the best possible way!

If you're ever feeling insecure about your looks or otherwise, he will pull you in front of a mirror, make you stare at your reflection, and ask you what you see. If you respond with something negative he'll just shake his head.

"Ya know what I see? A beautiful girl with all these adorable little quirks that make her unique. Her smile's adorable, her eyes are like looking into nature's finest jewels, and her laugh is just the best sound in the world. What she sees as imperfections are just the things that add depth and make her so great. And I wouldn't have it any other way..."

It's so corny but surprisingly grown-up for Ben's immature self.

Still though, it makes you tear up and you just wanna cuddle him for an hour or two.

Of course, he's very open to that. Then again, he's almost always up for cuddles, so.

Overall just really loveable, selfless, and affectionate. For big snugglers that love fun-sized bois, Ben is perfect for you.

Sis you're back! You already know who I will ask you to write about. Literally anything 🧝🏻‍♂️

Haha, you got it girl!

Ben Drowned with a gamer S\O

This dude plays video games, all of the time, even when he's supposed to be on camera duty. So it's really no wonder he's come across a few people online that have become long-term friends.

You are one of these people.

He was playing Among Us with a bunch of other randos when you joined the server, and since everyone had proximity chat, you were able to speak with each other briefly before the game started.

Conveniently enough, you were paired up together as the two imposters. You kicked ass, by the way.

Realizing the two of you made a pretty good team, Ben continued playing with you, and that particular server lasted three whole hours. The entire group was fun to talk to - minus that one troll that always seems to be around - and Ben appreciated your strategy and your endless sassiness.

He obviously sent you a friend request, and you obviously accepted it.

You both played a lot of games together, ranging anywhere from Halo to Call of Duty to Minecraft. He never told you much about himself outside of his general hobbies and interests, since ya know, it would have freaked you out had he told you that he was some internet-roaming ghost that lived in a house full of psychotic killers.

That is assuming you'd have believed him, in the first place.

Eventually, he asked if you'd be interested in being his virtual girlfriend, and you agreed, on the condition that he'd be your virtual boyfriend.

This dude is so much smoother when no one can see him, lemme just tell ya now. There's no way he would have asked a question like that if he was talking face-to-face.

Occasionally, he'll hop on a game with Jeff and Liu, and he, along with Liu, will have to spectate as you and Jeff constantly go at each other's throats with killing sprees, petty insults, halfhearted threats, you name it.

It's all in the name of "fun", of course.

There's no way he ever plans on telling you his circumstances. You're such a cool person and he doesn't want to ruin the bond you two share.

Neither of you knows what the other looks like. This is because you both make a consistent effort to keep it a secret, although you do take turns guessing random features the other one has.

For example, you'll say, "Brown hair?"

He'll counteract with, "Am I Eren Jeager?"

"You could be."

"Fair enough. Green eyes?"

"If hell froze over."

"Has it?"

"Maybe."

It really is a blast - even though your appearance is a total mystery to each other, it's nice to imagine.

To you, he's just a regular teen that loves games and is a bit of a dork. But you think he's sweet and couldn't be happier that you met him.

To him, you are awesome, and he tries not to be too big of a simp. At least he has the decency to treat you like a normal person rather than some mystical creature that needs to be flirted with all of the time.

That isn't to say he doesn't flirt, but he saved that for when you actually got to know each other and he knew you were somewhat comfortable with him.

In a life of darkness and loneliness, your voice provides him light and solace, and for that, he couldn't more thankful.

Can we get an S/O who’s got the exact same birthday as BEN? Considering I share the same bday as him🙏

haha, that's so cool <3

Ben Drowned w/ a s/o who shares the same birthday

Oh, there would be a party for sure.

He would find it absolutely awesome that you were born on the same day that he was and would wave it around like a flag.

He's also convinced that such a coincidence isn't a coincidence at all and is, in fact, further proof that the two of you were destined to be together.

Although he doesn't need to eat to survive, good luck stopping him from devouring everything within his path like a dinosaur. This calls for celebration, after all!

And knowing Ben, there will be many, many choices because - speaking simply - he loves food.

Only the ones he deems 'cool' will be invited, even though it literally takes place in the living room, and if somebody that wasn't on his mental list happens to show up, they will be shooed away with a kind shock to the buttocks. More than likely, they will leave after that, because someone seldom wants to end up being unable to sit down.

Perhaps a bit unconventional but hey, they won't listen to him any other way. At least he has something to use against them.

And since he is a ghost, it's a little hard to retaliate.

Expect to have party games galore.

Pin the tail on the donkey, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, beer pong. Anything you could think about or ever desire to play, it will be there.

Also sick jams will be playing loudly through the speakers that he definitely didn't steal from Amazon.

Ben doesn't know the first thing about dancing but he will try.

And proceed to look like an idiot.

But as long as the both of you are having fun, who cares?

He certainly doesn't. The majority of the Manor's residents already think poorly about him, anyway.

In short, it will be chaotic, but a good time will surely be had. Just help him plan it and everything will be fine (hopefully). After all, this is as much your party as it is his, and he wants you to feel included!

After you've tuckered yourselves out, and everyone has left, he will probably challenge you to a gaming war, insisting that he'd beat you without any effort. Then he will fall asleep on your shoulder.

Cute lil' bean boi.

Heya dear fella! ^^

I was wondering... What about some platonic Hcs for BEN, Jeff, Helen and Toby (Sepparetly) with an early teen fem!reader (like 12-13 years old)?

Like- The reader is just this sweet, kind, caring child who is always trying her best to make people happy always with a smile on her face and make sure their okay (that goes for physical and mental) but is always the one everyone forgets about, the one that's always left out, the one that always fades into the oblivion.

And so one night (at likely 2 am) the creep in question just finds her sitting on the sofa and he, kinda shocked, asks her "hey, you 'kay?"

And then the reader just looks at him with a confused expresion until she starts crying and shaking her head no while saying "I never was!"

This is my kinda prompt :D

Thank you for requesting!!

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BEN

In all honesty, this dude can be pretty oblivious to what's going on around him, especially when it comes down to peoples' feelings. So he genuinely took your blitheful front at face value and assumed you were alright! How could you not be? You seemed so happy all the time!

However, these false conclusions came crumbling down when he spotted you alone in the living room, sporting a blank expression as you stared at what was seemingly nothing. It was a concerning sight, to say the least. So he laid down the food he'd just raided from the refrigerator and walked closer, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Uhh...Y/n? A-are you, like...okay?"

The response he got was certainly not one he was expecting, and it took him greatly off-guard. He was not good at dealing with this sorta stuff, and the way his body stiffened significantly was proof enough of that.

Still, he wasn't about to leave. That would just be immoral. So he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and tilted his head, letting you ramble on about how no one seemed to care about you even though you made it your #1 goal to ensure everyone else felt heard and accounted for. He held his hand up to halt your words and offered a sincere grin. "Hold up, hold up. I care about you. That counts for something, right?"

Jeff

He figured after seeing you around for a while that something had to be up with you. After all, nobody can be that happy 24/7. But you had never made any effort to signify that you wanted someone to acknowledge the potential struggles you had, so he kinda just shrugged it off with the thought, "if she needed comfort or something, she'd go to someone about it".

This theory of his backfired when he saw you looking so lost and saddened on the sofa, and it honestly startled him; what could have happened that made you so...gloomy? He had just returned from a mission, so his hoodie was coated with patches of fresh blood and his hair was messy, but he figured taking a shower could wait.

Hesitantly, he approached, raising a worried brow. "Y/n, hey. You good?" The glance that he received for that question made his stomach tense, and before he could really process it, you just started to cry, burying your face in your hands and explaining through tears how you felt ignored and insignificant. He blinked in confusion but sat down beside you nonetheless, resting his arms on his knees and leaning forward to get a look at your expression. His voice softened a bit.

"...Has this been happening for a while?" When you nodded, he huffed in contemplation, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Ya know, if you wanted help, you could've just asked. I know this place is chaotic, but bearing a burden like this alone is just not ideal. You gotta let people know how you feel. Otherwise they'll probably never catch on. They're all idiots."

You sniffled, and he gently patted your back, lacing a lighter tone into his words. "Feel free to come to me, okay? I know I can be an asshole but I promise I won't give you a hard time about it."

Helen

Like Ben, he's a bit unaware of what people are feeling, but only because he's always so lost in thought. From the way you carried yourself all the time, he was almost jealous of you. Why couldn't he be that content with his life? What was he doing wrong to prevent that?

He just kinda shut down for a few seconds when he noticed you on the couch, appearing solemn. What was he supposed to do? He's not a 'people person' by any means, and even so, the two of you were never very close. Then he thought back to that time he was being tormented by Johnny and you stood up for him, and a decision was made.

Hesitantly, he willed himself to walk over and sit a couple of feet away from you, staring at the floor and speaking in a low voice. "Are you...alright?"

"No. I haven't been. Not for a long time." It was difficult to comprehend, as you had never once acted miserable in the past, but here he was, and here you were, experiencing it. He listened unsurely to your venting without interruption, and when you tapered into a sob-brimmed silence, he took it as his cue to - albeit reluctantly - place a hand on your upper back and provide words of attempted consolation.

"...Sorry you've had to deal with that. If you want to...you can come up to my room and we can sketch or something? I have some extra supplies you can use. Just to...get your mind off of everything."

Toby

Toby is no stranger to feeling lonely or disregarded, except he never purposefully convinced people that he was 'okay'. He knew that you weren't what you seemed, however, and though he never attempted to further confirm this (he has his own troubles to worry about, after all), he still watched closely on occasion, as he's a naturally observant person.

Seeing you on the couch in the middle of the night rose questions within him, and he didn't put much thought behind the matter before stepping over and speaking with a muted voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," is what you mumbled after several moments, and he leaned away in mild alarm when you started crying. This was certainly a concerning thing to witness. Still, instinct kicked in, and he sat down close by your side, brushing some hair out of your face.

He didn't say anything, as he was never very skilled with verbal comfort, but when he realized that your emotional breakdown might last a while, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, expecting to be pushed away, but you only reciprocated.

And like that, you stayed, until you settled down enough to uphold a conversation. Then he opened his mouth. "Hey... Jane and I are getting together tomorrow to play chess. Wanna join us?"

𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 - 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 [𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖]

This is a preview of my Creepypasta fanfiction 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 on Quotev! If this piques your interest, you can check out the full story here. :)

Y/N was a sharp and resolute woman. She stood tall in her field of work. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd wanted to be a police officer. She always wondered what went on into criminals minds and what drove them to commit such violent crimes. Blood, death, and violence were her key interests as a child. It often scared others away from her, but it never tore her down. And as she grew, she found herself in the exact position she'd dreamt of.

Her new house stood as a symbol of fresh beginnings, a sanctuary she had recently moved into. Weeks had passed since she settled into the quiet neighborhood. She was quite happy with it. Everything was as normal and plain as plain can be. That was up until oddities began appearing. Strange sightings began to be whispered about. Then, disappearances, followed by brutal murders that shook everyone to their core.

The atmosphere became charged with tension, both among the residents and the law enforcement tasked with solving the heinous crimes. Y/N was taken by surprise just as much as everyone else had been. The chief was on her tail, as he was on everyone else's to figure out who was doing all of this. She could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, the burden of unraveling the mysteries that unfolded before them. Throughout her career, she had faced a myriad of criminals, from petty thieves to rapists and rebellious teenagers. However, the presence of a murderer, especially a serial killer, was a rarity that sent chills down her spine.

Y/N found herself on edge, just like the rest of the community. She yearned to understand what was going on. Over time, more victims were discovered, each murder somehow, some way more violent than the last. One woman; Amybeth Merritt, a 37-year-old. She was discovered in her own bedroom, half naked and suspended on the wall with her hands nailed to the surface, her own intestines twisted around her neck like a noose. Her stomach appeared to be sliced open, her body adorned with countless lacerations. Her death was no doubt agonizing, not to mention untimely as her family continues to mourn.

And another, poor 22 year old Makayla Addams, found naked on her bed with nothing but a silk crimson blanket covering her body. It had been bitten into in various places; her neck, her hip, her thigh--even her most delicate areas. It's believed she had participated in consensual sexual activity prior to her death.

There have been no leads, nor any suspects. Whoever is doing this is clever and they likely won't be stopping any time soon.

Y/N found solace within the walls of her home office. Bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the room emanated an air of security. The hushed whispers of the wind danced through the trees outside, a soothing melody that complemented the rhythmic scribbling of her pen on paper.

The office, her sanctuary, embraced her with its warmth and familiarity. The shelves, adorned with a vast collection of books, whispered tales of knowledge and wisdom. The dark oakwood desk, worn with time, bore witness to countless hours of dedication and determination. Its expansive surface was adorned with stacks of paperwork, neatly organized into boxes at the corners of the room, alongside other important items. As Y/N delved into the sea of documents, her focus unwavering, a sense of purpose filled the room. Each stroke of her pen carried weight, each decision made with meticulous care. The night seemed to envelop her, embracing the solitude and serenity that only the late hours could offer.

Outside her window, the moon cast a gentle glow, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. The wind rustled the leaves, a gentle reminder of the world beyond her office walls. In this stillness, Y/N's mind was clear, her thoughts sharp, as she navigated the complexities of her work.

Amidst the calmness of the night, Y/N's dedication burned bright. The night sky bore witness to her unwavering commitment to the pursuit of justice. And as she continued to toil into the early hours, the quietude of the night became a testament to her unwavering resolve. Despite all that had been unfolding outside, she felt safe and happy.

Suddenly, Y/N's head snapped forward at the abrupt sound of the doorbell. The pen she held in her hand found its place on the desk, carefully set down as she rose from her chair. With a swift motion, she pushed the chair back, causing it to spin momentarily before colliding with the edge of the desk. Curiosity tinged with a hint of caution danced in her eyes as she exited her office, her steps starting off awfully slow as she felt this feeling of foreboding wash over her for no real reason. One step after the other, she hurried over to the door. Each footfall echoed through the hallway, the silence broken by the soft shuffle of her shoes on the floor. Questions swirled in her mind, wondering who could be at her doorstep at such a late hour.

The hallway led her closer to the front door, anticipation building with each passing moment. She couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities that awaited her on the other side.

As Y/N reached the entrance, her hand reached out for the doorknob. She hesitated for a brief moment, her mind contemplating the potential risks of opening that door. She couldn't figure out why, but something was urging her to back away and stay inside. Alas, she didn't listen.

With a steady breath, Y/N turned the doorknob and swung open the door, the night air seeping into the threshold. Her eyes scanned the darkness, eventually moving down to the concrete step below her feet. There she was greeted with a large package. A plain light-brown box adorned with tape at the creases.

Her curiosity piqued, her warm eyes fixated on the unassuming box. Simple and worn, it held an untold secret within. With a mix of caution and anticipation, she picked it up, feeling its weight—light yet heavy with an unknown power.

Bringing the box inside her cozy home, a dimly lit foyer and a light presence welcomed her. Time seemed suspended, caught between suspense and the hunger for answers. Y/N placed the box on an aged wooden table, its surface bearing stories of the past. Quickly, she ventures off into the kitchen, fetching a pair of cooking scissors. She rushed back, pulling the box closer to her. With a calculated force, she drove the scissors into the top of the box, puncturing the tape and creating a starting point. Sensing the resistance give way, she swiftly withdrew her hand, allowing the tape to peel back and form a neat, precise slit. She drops the tool and uses her hands to tear the two cardboard folds apart, revealing a collection of mysterious jewel cases inside.

The detective couldn't help but furrow her brows, her gaze unable to pull away from the handful of DVDs. Beginning to wonder if she had opened someone else's package, she starts to feel almost regretful. There was no return address, or even a name on the box. But yet, she still felt as if something was terribly wrong.

Reluctantly, she reaches inside, wrapping her fingers around one of the clear cases. She squeezed it, pulling it back from the box. As the light reflected off of the surface, large words in what appeared to be black marker read; TAPE 1.

Y/N's curiosity compelled her to set the box aside momentarily and return to her office. With a purposeful stride, she crossed the threshold and made her way back to her desk. The familiar creak of the chair greeted her as she settled back down, pulling herself closer to the expansive dark oakwood desk. The jewel case rests in her hand, its contents beckoning with an air of mystery.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N's shaky hand tightened on the jewel case, her fingertips tracing the smooth surface. With a deft motion, she released the clasp and lifted the lid, revealing the gleaming CD nestled inside. Its mirrored surface caught the dim light of her office, adding an ethereal glimmer to the room.

Her eyes flicked to the small side button on the CD player built into her computer. Without hesitation, she pressed the button, hearing a satisfying click as the tray slid open. Gently, she placed the CD onto the tray, the metallic surface fitting perfectly within the grooves. With a soft push, the tray glided back into place, securing the CD within the confines of the computer.

As the CD player whirred to life, anticipation coursed through Y/N's veins. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The video player on her computer screen flickered to life, a small loading icon spinning in the center. Her heart raced with as she leaned forward, tapping her finger nervously on the desk all while she rested her free hand at the bottom of her jaw. The tension hung in the air, as palpable as the tension that gripped her.

Time seemed to stretch as the loading process dragged on, the progress bar advancing sluggishly. Y/N's impatience grew, her finger tapping faster on the desk. The video player appeared to stutter, almost glitching at times, adding to her mounting frustration.

Unable to bear the slow progress any longer, Y/N pushed herself up from her chair and made her way to the kitchen. She needed a momentary distraction to ease her restlessness. Quietly, she filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove. As the water over time came to a boil, Y/N prepared a cup of tea, carefully selecting her favorite blend. The fragrant steam wafted upwards, enveloping her senses. With the cup cradled in her hands, she took a moment to collect herself, savoring the warmth and aroma.

Even as she sipped her tea, Y/N's mind remained fixated on the video waiting to be watched. The lure of the unknown beckoned her back to her office, hoping that it must be loaded up on the screen by now.

Balancing the cup of tea in her hands, Y/N made her way back to her office, the warm ceramic radiating comfort against her palms. She carefully sat down in her chair, setting the cup on a coaster beside her. Heaving a sigh of hope, she directed her attention back to the computer screen.

To her relief, the video loaded, a peculiar thumbnail appeared, its image distorted and unclear. Excitement washed over her, before replacing itself with a sense of confusion. Y/N squinted, trying to make out the details, but it seemed intentionally messy, like a sepia-filtered photograph with streaks of red liquid cascading along the bottom. The sight puzzled her, the abstract pattern and intensity of saturation leaving her with more questions than answers.

Curiosity mingled with a touch of unease as she questioned the nature of the video she was about to watch. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a serious mistake. She began having second thoughts as she rested her hand over the mouse, biting her lip. Perhaps she should put the CD back in the box? Bring it to her team? So many ideas, so many queer thoughts. The image teased at her senses, its cryptic appearance fueling her further.

Unable to take the mental torture any longer, she gives in.

"Ah, what the hell—"

Okay hey, so a lil update over the question I had that if I'd write creepypasta fics if anyone would read them.

There's a few people who liked my 'question' post, so if you'd like to read my upcoming creepypasta fic.

( You've Met A Terrible Fate, Haven't You?

Ben drowned x reader

Summary ( for now) : Is the guy you met truly as kind as you imagined, or is he something worse? )

I could add you to the tag list if you'd like, just comment on this post :)

ALSO, I will be taking creepypasta fic requests.

Just tell me about a creepypasta character and give me details if I don't know the specific pasta you're asking for.If u request, please be a little specific, if you just wanna see a certain character, it's cool ( do keep in mind that it might take a lil longer if you only give me a character because I have to come up with a plot)

Tough keep in mind, I don't write lemons/smut/ sex that kinda stuff. Don't want too.

Oh and also, most of the fics will most probably be labeled as Yandere.

You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You? || BEN DROWNED

Pairing : Yandere! Ben Drowned X Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Yandere

Summary : Appears as a normal dude, but plot twist he's really not.

Wordcount: 4k lol

WARNINGS : This is fic is labeled as Yandere, for those who don't know what it means: "Somebody who is sweet and kind at first glance. But when it comes to their love (crush)they will act obsessive and violent." - Urban dictionary, poorly (but still disgustingly) described dead people, I know Ben originally doesn't kill but in the story he does, idk? Shit written¿ 

Also disclaimer this is my first time I've tried doing a yandere and it's obviously not my strongest point. Hope you enjoy either way.

You glance at the abandoned game console which your friend had dumped at your place earlier this day.

According to him, something was very, very, wrong with it. The Nintendo 64 was old, of course, but your friend mentioned not being able to pass the boss battle. He mentioned something along the lines of 'it keeps glitching and Link keeps dying'. In other words ' I know you're a hacker and I suck at this game, please hack it for me so I can feel less like a loser'.

You keep writing the email you're supposed to sent to your boss for another thirty minutes, before letting your curiosity lead you. 

Before you know it, you've plugged in the old console with more cables than originally planned because of how old it is, and with how modern your tv is. The first odd thing that strikes you is that there's only one account on it, and it's not labeled with your friend's name. 

Instead of 'Noah', it's labeled with 'BEN DROWNED' in bold passive aggressive letters.

Simply pushing it to the back of your mind, you start playing.

The second odd thing about the game is that the game has a specific date and it mentions how far BEN, or well, Noah is in the game. Yet when you click it, you have to start all over.

You shrug that off too, simply noting it as the game being old.

Before you know it, several hours pass, and you're finally at the boss battle Noah mentioned. Deciding to see if you can beat it first, you do not plug your laptop in at the Nintendo 64, and opt to play instead.

However just like Noah mentioned, you die as soon as you're close to winning and the game starts glitching.

It takes you barely ten minutes before you're fed up with it, and soon enough you plug your laptop in. You start up some programs and open up a few sites, quickly starting to work. Your fingers glide over the keys of your laptop as you type in the codes in order to hack the game, however after a few minutes, the game starts glitching heavily, and suddenly there's a sentence in bold red letters on the screen of your tv.

' YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT'

It says before the glitching becomes way too much, and some weird kind of red circle appears. Your eyes widen before unplugging the tv and game console, forgetting that your laptop is connected to it.

You miss the small glitches on the laptop screen.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - -

He gritts his teeth as the access to his portal is suddenly denied, the power cut early enough to avoid him.

His red eyes wander in the green coded space, looking for an exit, something that'll make sure he can get his hands on whoever this is. Lucky for him, there's a small white space what'll lead to the outside of it.

Once he's trough, he realizes he's still close to his victim. In fact, he's even closer now.

He smirks as he realizes.

Killing her is fair game now.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - »

You tap your chin as you look as the items on the shelf.

" Should I get the red one or green one?" You mumble to yourself.

" I'd recommend the green one. Green is always better." A voice from behind you startles you.

You whip your head around to look at the stranger who's talking to you.

Behind you is a male you don't recognise from anywhere. And as you start to study him, you realize he's quite handsome. He's got blonde hair, blue eyes and a rosy skin colour. He's wearing black ripped jeans, a dark green shirt, along with a black zip up hoodie, which is left open, he's got a few black ear piercings in his right ear, and has a gold chain around his neck, which disappears beneath his shirt, weighed down by a charm hidden away from your eyes. To top it all of, he's got a matching dark green beanie on top of his messily styled bangs.

" What? Did I say something wrong?" The blonde boy suddenly sweats.

You smile and shake your head.

" No, you didn't. I just tough I was alone here." You smile at him.

ØⱧ ₴₩ɆɆ₮ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮, ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ₦'₮ ฿ɆɆ₦ ₳ⱠØ₦Ɇ ₣ØⱤ ₳ VɆⱤɎ ⱠØ₦₲ ₮ł₥Ɇ ₦Ø₩.

" I take that you talk to yourself then?" The male spits at you.

You're not sure if that's meant offensive or not.

" Um, yeah? I tend to do that sometimes yeah." You say, looking down at your hands who're still holding the red silk scarf and green silk scarf.

Đø₦'₮ ฿ɇ ₳₣ɽ₳łđ, ł ₩ø₦'₮ ⱨʉɽ₮ ɏøʉ. Øɽ ₩łⱡⱡ ł?

The unknown male's eyes soften subconsciously, looking at you with an emotion you're not familiar with.

" My name is Ben. What's yours?" 

Ben? Haven't you heard that somewhere before?

You smile at him, oblivious to the fact that you're talking to a killer.

" I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Ben."

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS ? ¿ »

His mind flooded with ideas.

There's so many options on what he can do to her.

Should he mess with her laptop?

Should he just kill her now?

Or should he become closer?

Maybe he should.

He looks at her trough the screen of the laptop, which is almost always open, today not being any different.

He watches her as while she watches something behind the laptop, from the sounds he can hear trough the mic, she's most likely watching tv.

Perhaps he should become closer to her.

Pull her closer only to have her blood staining his hands.

Oh yes, her blood shall soon become his.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴

She doesn't realize it when her laptop suddenly starts itself up, nor does she know that there's a figure crawling out of it.

He stared at her with deciphering eyes, silently wondering how she isn't dead yet.

If this was anyone else, he'd had them killed already. Their blood would already be staining his face and she would already be screaming in pain and dispair.

Yet here she was, laying peacefully on her bed. Asleep, obviously not dead. 

He wonders exactly what he should do next. She doesn't know that he's standing right next to her. It almost makes him laugh.

She doesn't even know that he exists.

She doesn't know that he's here.

He glares at her before moving back into the world of codes and technology.

For now, she lives.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦łvɇ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ

" And then it suddenly started glitching and stuff. Weird isn't it?" You finish off your story as you look at your new friend, Ben.

After meeting in the grocery store, he had suddenly texted you. 

Not knowing how he got your number, you got concerned, and asked him. According to him, you had given it to him yourself. At first you didn't believe him, until he told you to check the time of his first message, which somehow was indeed around the same time you were in the grocery store. After that you just shrugged it off as that you forgot it yourself. After all, you knew yourself to be a person with the memory of a goldfish.

Today the two of you met up again, for the fourth time this week.

" Odd indeed. What did you do after that?" Ben asked, acting as if he's interested, even tough he's really not.

" I unplugged it. I think I'm gonna lay off hacking for a while." You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

Before he could even think of a response, there was an unknown woman at your table, also holding a cup of coffee.

" Y/N? Long time no see." The new woman greeted you with a smile, sitting down beside you on the booth.

Ben scowled at the newcomer.

Ⱨø₩ đ₳ɽɇ ₴ⱨɇ ₴ł₮ ฿ɇ₴łđɇ ₩ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥ł₦ɇ ₩ł₮ⱨøʉ₮ ₥ɏ ₱ɇɽ₥ł₴₴łø₦

" Hey, Sara. It's indeed been too long. How are you?" You started chatting with Sara.

Meanwhile Ben's anger only grew.

" My names Ben." Ben suddenly dryly joined your conversation as he slammed his drink down onto the table aggressively, looking straight into Sara's eyes.

" Sorry. Didn't see you there. I'm Sara nice to mee-"

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Leave. We didn't invite you to come sit with us." Ben spat at her, looking at her with an intense look in his eyes.

Both you and your friend turned to look at him in confusion.

" Is something wrong with me being here? Did I offend you?" Sara asked, genuinely concerned.

Ben was fuming now, on the inside. Who does this girl think she is? First she comes to sit at their table uninvited, then she's capturing the attention of his new favorite plaything, and now she's questioning him? She has to go.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ

He heard her conversation with a male he certainly doesn't know trough her phone, using the microphone without her knowing.

According to what he knows, they're on a date. And according to her contacts, his name is Jaime. He can't find where they met, nor did he know why they met up.

But now that she's checked her reflexion one too many times, and made a pic of her full outfit to send to him, probably to mock him for not having her, ɏɇ₮, he realizes that she's on a date.

After some research by surfing quite literally trough the internet. It turned out this 'Jaime' person was Mexican, and had a soft persona. On his facebook page were pictures where he's working with animals or doing volunteers' work or overall just something where he's helping others. He found the black haired male pathetic, weak even.

In all honesty, even he himself didn't really find him a threat. Not when he looked like that and was overall just kind and bambi looking.

However, all his expectations are thrown out of the window when he hears them say their goodbyes.

" You know, I had a lot of fun tonight. You're really a nice person. In fact, I'd like to go on another date with you again." This voice was definitely that of a male's, probably Jaime.

" I agree. I had a lot of fun too." She said.

₣Ʉ₦? ⱧØ₩ ₵₳₦ Ł₮ ฿Ɇ ₳₦Ɏ ₣Ʉ₦ ₩Ł₮ⱧØɄ₮ ₥Ɇ?

" Good. Do you have a ride or would you like me to drive you home?-" He blocks out the rest of their conversation.

It appears that the good guy needs to go too.

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆

" We should spend more time together." Ben says randomly as the two of you snuggle on the couch.

You giggle, your ears tinting red.

" We're already together all the time tough." You tell him softly.

" I know, but still. By the way, did your stupid date reply yet?" He asked, eyes focused on the tv in front of the two of you.

" No, and don't call him stupid." You pout, softly scolding him.

₲ØØĐ

He grins at you with mysterious eyes.

You shrug it off, knowing it's part of him. The two of you have been hanging out for a while now. Almost three months to be precise. And you two have gotten very close. What used to be keeping distance and keeping the line between acquaintances and friends, had turned into friends or something more. You two almost hung out every day, you were basically attached to each other's hip now.

After a few peacefull moments, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Right as you left, your phone rang.

He turned to look at the disturbing sound  his eyes widening at the name which is appearing on the screen.

 SARA

He stumbled over the couch to pick it up, an unpleasant feeling of suprise rising whitin him.

" Y/N?! You have to listen to me! Ben is not who you think he is! He's this-"

" I'm this what?" Ben smirked.

Damn you were taking a long time in the bathroom, not that he minded.

The other end of the line was dead silent.

" Don't worry. You don't need to say anything. I'll come home soon. And trust me, once I am, you will never be able to speak a word again." He spoke, an eerie calm in his voice.

" Goodbye, Sara." He said before hanging up.

" Sara called?" Your voice suddenly startled him.

" What? Oh, yeah. But she was in a hurry so she said she'd call you later." He smiled innocently.

You nodded and the two of you resumed watching the movie.

" Isn't there a way, that we could spend more time together?" He suddenly wondered out loud.

You sighed and turned to face him.

" I'm sorry Ben, but I have a job and I like spending time with other people too. So I'm afraid not." You told him softly.

An idea coded itself into his mind.

JɄ₴₮ ₮ⱤɄ₴₮ ₥Ɇ, ɎØɄ'ⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ₥Ł₦Ɇ ₴ØØ₦

- - - ᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ - - - ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ᓍᘉᘿ - - - » ᖽᐸᘉᓰᐺᘿS ᓍᖇ ᕼᘿᗩᖇᖶS  ? ¿ » - - - ₭₦ŁVɆ₴ - - - ᖴᗩᓰᒪ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ SᖻSᖶᘿᘻ - - - ᖇᘿᗷᓍᓍᖶ ᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᘿᖶᘿ - ᓍᕵᘿᘉ ᖴᓰᒪᘿ ∆ - - - ᕲᓍᘺᘉᒪᓍᗩᕲᓰᘉᘜ

You sighed in dispair in the night air as you walked home. Once again, you were rejected in a job interview.

A few days ago you were fired from the job you actually liked. You couldn't understand why either. You didn't do anything wrong, you were quite hardworking and always finished the documents in time.

Your supervisor looked afraid, terrified even when he told you to immediately pack your bags and leave, and ever since you just can't seem to get in anywhere. Not even the gas station wanted you in charge.

" Well hello there. What do we have here." A creepy voice suddenly sounded from behind you.

You turned around only to be greeted by a man with a creepy smile and even creepier, eye lid-less eyes. He was holding a knife, making his intentions obvious.

You didn't need to think twice about his intentions and whipped your phone out of your pocket with the intentions to call the cops and running.

The killer sadly isn't stupid, and has you on the ground under him whitin seconds.

Your phone's screen crack and slides to the other side, the dialed number not pressed on call yet.

" Don't cry sweetheart. It doesn't suit your pretty face. Don't fret, I'll make sure, you'll smile forever. " The killer tells you happily.

Both of you don't realize that your phone screen suddenly lights up in a green colour. Nor does either of you realize the figure crawling out of it.

The both of you don't realize, until the killer is off you and tackled down on the ground beside you.

" I've told you before. She's fucking mine. Go bother someone else." Ben's voice sounds suddenly.

You turn your head to look at him.

This time he does not wear jeans and a sweater. No  this time, he looks like he came straight out of a... Video game? He looks like Link, the main personage of the game which your friend Noah had dropped off at your place around six months ago. 

Ben never told you he was into cosplaying.

Your ears suddenly tinted pink as you realized, he called you his. Suddenly you felt a little giddy, the guy you like so much might actually like you back.

The killer underneath Ben growls out something you can't hear before throwing the shorter off him and leaving.

" Are you okay?" You ask him.

He turns to you with red eyes.

Red. Fucking. Eyes.

And that's not the only thing about his eyes that changed.

Instead of the usual white eyes have, his are now black.

And even there it doesn't end.

There's blood running down his eyes onto his cheeks, as if he's crying blood.

You take a step back.

What the fuck is this?

" Don't be afraid! I know I look a little... Weird, but it's all just part of my..... Cosplay." He explains.

You ponder over it.

He's never gave you a reason to not trust you right? Or did he? 

You ignore the instinct to run away from him, instead choosing to calm down and follow your heart, which is telling you to trust him.

" Come with me. You can stay at my place tonight." Ben tells you, holding his hand out to you.

You take it.

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It took longer than expected to reach his house. The whole road to his house is creepy. Ben appartly lives in this supermodern house in the woods.

Which is off already, the woods are known troughout the whole town as mystery. According to urban legends, there's creatures loving in there who shouldn't exist. Because of that, there's barely any people there. According to Ben, everything is all clear and safe, and you trust him with your heart.

You don't question him after his answer and instead follow him into the,indeed very,modern little house which is situated hidden behind the trees.

You get directly hit in the face with a copper scent as soon as you step foot into his house.

" Would you like something to drink?" He asks you as you enter his house, neither of you bothering to take your shoes off.

" Just water please." You tell him as you study the place.

The inside of the small house is more modern than the outside, with a big living space and an open kitchen. There's also three doors in the hallway.

One to the bathroom, one leading upstairs and one leading into the basement.

" Here you go." Ben returns, handing you a glass of water.

" Thanks, aren't you going to take off your make up and lenses?" You ask him.

His smile fades a bit, and for a moment you think you've accidentally offended him, but he nods with a pout before you can think about it twice.

" Yeah, that's probably a good idea. The livingroom is at the end of this hallway, feel free to make yourself comfortable." He smiles before going upstairs.

You stand still for a moment in the hallway as an eerie feeling suddenly starts crawling up your spine.

You ignore it, and instead start walking towards the livingroom.

Until the sound of something falling reaches your ears.

A sound that is directed from the basement.

Your first idea is to call for Ben, to alert him that you two probably aren't alone.

You don't do that however, because it could just be something falling off a shelf, right?

And so you decide to investigate it yourself.

As soon as you open the door to the basement, you're directly hit in the face with a very prominent copper scent. The same on you already smelled when you entered his house, except it's way too strong and there's something eerily familiar about it which you just can't pinpoint.

You silently push the door open, and turn on the lightswitch to the basement. Behind the door is a stony staircase, the rest of the basement is hidden away behind a wall. Curiosity takes over you, and you make your way downstairs before you can think about it twice.

As soon as you near the bottom, you spot blotches of red. The deep red substance is spread like a trail from he bottom stairs onto the rest of the room.

And then it clicks in your mind. It's blood. That's also the smell in the air. Was the intruder injured?

You step down the stairs while following the blood trail with you eyes.

You stumble back in fear and unpleasant suprise at the sight that greets you.

There's dead people down here. Most of which you don't recognise, but a few you do. 

You gasp as you look into a pair of wide blue eyes.

Sara.

She's sitting there, eyes wide open, with cuts all over. There's big ones in her rib case and near her organs, you can even see Intestines spread over the floor.

She's obviously dead.

But how come she's here?

Ben didn't do this? Did he?

Next to her is Jaime, who's eyes are closed but his chest is rising and falling.

He's alive.

You run over to him and shake him awake, not minding the blood that's now on your hands.

" Jaime! Please! Wake up!" You say desperately, tears now escaping your eyes.

" Y/N? Y/N! You have to get out of here. Ben, he's not who you think he is!" He tells you desperately.

" I'm not leaving you! Can you walk?" You ask him trough your tears.

" I'm chipped Y/N, you have to go. Get help. Ben's insane. He's a de-"

" Demon? Mass murderer? Failure? Dead? Is one of those what you wanted to tell her? How dare you lie to her! I'm none of those!" A voice suddenly booms trough the air.

You turn around while starting to shake. Jaime tries to hold you close to him with the little strength he has left. There Ben stands, still with red pupils and black eyes, dried red streaks still on his cheeks.

" Don't fucking touch her." Ben screams angrily, ripping you all but gently away from the male, causing you to tremble against him.

" Don't be afraid my love, he won't touch you again." Ben sushes you.

Is he really thinking that you're afraid of him?

" N-no. Let me go. Do-don't touch me." You tell him, pushing away from him.

He looks confused by your behavior.

" What's wrong baby? Please don't believe whatever lies he told you.-"

" What lies?! That you've killed my friend?! That you've killed these innocent people?! That you've chipped him?!" You yelled.

" They all deserved it Y/N! They're all in the way of our love!" Ben yells back desperately, stepping towards you.

" I don't even know these people!" You say, stepping back into the wall, knocking into a shelf.

You turn around to see what you knocked into.

Wait, is that the Nintendo 64?

" They all stared at you with sick twisted ideas! They really do deserve it." He tells you.

Suddenly it clicks in your mind.

" You're Ben from the game." You state.

He nods.

" Yes bu-"

" How?.."

" You clicked my game onto your computer remember."

" It was you wasn't it? You're the reason I've lost my job. You're the reason my friends all turned their back to me." You wishper, eyes now gathering in your eyes.

You've been so incredibly fucking stupid.

He's the reason your life has turned down the drain.

" Yes. But it's good right. Now we can finally be together." He says like a crazy man in love.

Which he is.

You start sobbing as you fall onto your knees realizing, all these people here. They've all died because of you.

" Hey, don't worry my live. We can now finally be together."

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OKAY SO

Update

I've decided Ben is more fit for the plot (Talokan creepypasta x Wakandan reader crossover)

But I set the poll for too long so I've decided to redo the poll

Anyway, it'll kinda be like this (except different ofc)

So out of curiousity, if you guys really want a bloody painter version I kight do that aswell but no promises.

This time the poll is set for one day