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BEN drowned x Reader, Part 3

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Your P.O.V.****************

You woke up only a few hours later, a Saturday morning sun shimmered lazily through your curtains. Your eyes popped open, remembering all that had happened last night.
Had it been a dream? You pushed yourself up from your bed and hopped out with surprising speed, surprising to yourself at least, given you'd just waken up.
Shifting the blankets around, you found what you were looking for.
A small carving of Majora's Mask lay in the sheets, and upon picking it up, what felt like small electric charges raced through your fingertips and up your arm.
You smiled and turned to your laptop, seeing it still open. You faced your mirror and decided to take a quick shower, nothing to really worry about. Maybe just wash your hair, face, the usual, hop out, and pay BEN a visit.
And after doing just that, minus the visit, you put on your favorite outfit.
You wanted to look and feel your best when you woke him up. A giddy five year old smile found its home on your face.
Checking in the mirror for what must have been the millionth time, you took a deep breath, and making sure you had the mask, pressed against the screen, getting happier as your hand slid through the inky black of the laptop.
Before you were even in to your elbow, a hand grabbed your wrist, and yanked you through the rest of the way.
Tumbling through, you yelped a little before BEN was once more holding you close to him, cutting you off with a tight embrace and welcoming kiss.
"Better luck next time sweetheart, I never really go to sleep, because I don't need it." He smirked after he broke the kiss.
You smiled and laughed, but felt a tad irritated too. Eh, you'd get over it.
BEN started the day by taking you into a different state of mind, since his room was made to alter along with him, almost anything was possible inside the four walls. For example, it would change to look like a movie theatre, in which you enjoyed about an hour or so of clips of childhood movie favorites, the room changed into a replica of your own room, and he even made it copy the look of his old house.
Soft, off-white walls, light blue carpet, family portraits. It seemed cozy. But when you faced him again, he lost his signature stoner smile, and you followed his gaze.
A family photo. However, the faces were blurred, save for a young, maybe eight year old boy's face. Little BEN.
Walking close to him, you stayed behind his body, and hugged him tight, this action followed by you entwining your fingers with his.
"Why are they blurry?" A reasonable question you asked.
He sighed before responding. "Because being what I am now, I can't actually remember anything about them. I remember her voice, I remember how much she loved it when I came home and ran into the kitchen at the smell of pastries, but I don't remember her. Not her face, hair, eyes.." He trailed off and shook his head.
"I'm sorry." You whispered.
"Don't be. If I don't remember them, what's to miss?" He fell back onto cheerful notes.
You were inwardly slightly disturbed by this, but shook it off. He was living glitch, he'd be a little weird.
Moving on, BEN made the room "rain", and replicate the beach from the Majora's Mask game, where he'd made the original sprite drown in order to get the word out.
He smiled again, and seemed to be fine.
His eyes, even if they were just black and red, showed much more emotion then any eyes you'd ever seen before. He had to keep searching for something he might never find, because he had drowned. Drowning, dying, may not have been his fault, but he chose to scare people through a game instead of being free.
But as long as you had him, you felt it didn't matter. You smiled once more and felt lighter.

BEN's P.O.V**************

It's weird, I'll admit, to care about someone again. In a different way. I care about my creepypasta friends and all, but to actually like someone, and want to be near them constantly, it felt nice, really.
Even though I didn't want to, I knew I had to slow down.
I'm a creep, I'm a pervert, I know. It's part of who I am, but I still want to respect this girl. Even if kissing on the first day of really knowing eachother may not be slow.
I guess my mind stuck on a history we never had. Kinda an accident. My bad.
So I can calm my ass down, not act like a manwhore, and show her how much I care, while building an actual relationship. I want to love and be loved, and it feels wrong to say, think, or feel it, but that's not to say I don't enjoy the feeling of wanting a regrettable thing.
Spending another day with her. I could get used to this. As long as it's not daily. I don't want her moving in. Yet? At all, ever? Eeehh, that bridge can be crossed when we come to it.
Shaking confusing and clashing thoughts out of my head for awhile, I resumed smiling, and kept myself, and her, entertained. Whether my room became an enchanted forest or a tropical escape, she seemed enthralled by anything I changed it into. It made me happy, for real, to see her happy.
Maybe my dragged out words bugged her. Maybe it was the way I almost never quit smiling, or the fact that the way my eyes were half closed made me looked baked, but she seemed to give an equal distribution of annoyance and affection.
It was awesome to be treated normally again.
I don't know what to say, really. I don't think. I don't eat, don't sleep. Don't need to.
Hours seemed to pass by in moments, and by the time it was 9:30, we were both pretty tired. We didn't do to much. Just concerts and moshing, roller coasters, beach party all in one day. To change a room into whatever you like is actually kinda cool. I just never did it much until I wanted to hang out, without leaving my dorm.. Room... Thing.
We laid down on my bed, and I had an idea.
My grin got even bigger as I thought it out. A party. A game night. Messy twister, truth or dare, the usual things, but when it comes to a creepypasta party, you never, EVER know what to expect.
I made a mental note of that, and went back to listening to her favorite bands.
I was more of a quick wit rap, party lyrics, and house kind of guy, personally.
Still sitting on the bed, I decided to change into something more comfortable.
Don't get your hopes up, I mean it. I changed into baggy black pajama bottom pants and an oversized green t-shirt.. I didn't have to even move, I can snap my fingers, or just want to change, and I will. Everything here is made or done by mind.
Except for these feelings... Emotions are kind of... Useless? Annoying? Y'know, where you don't care if you ever like someone, but then you just want to make someone like you, and like them back, and be by them a lot of the time?
What a blasphemy. Emotions like these are so rare, mainly found only in humans, and to think I would cast them off like a wool sweater. In happiness.
But it didn't matter, because I know I found someone who's feeling the same way. That thought made my face feel hot and my smile wider.
I think we're being quiet now, so we can just enjoy one another's company, but I forgot how all these feelings work together. I feel like a bunch of clashing butterflies, or pterodactyls, are in my stomach, threatening to split me open and let the world see how I felt.
I felt her fingers snake their way into mine again. I'm unsure of what this gesture means, but it makes my head feel scribbly, and I want to smile and never stop. So I will. Or I guess I won't... Whatever means I'll keep smiling and not stop.
I tightened my grip on her hand.
I didn't get human feelings anymore, true, but I could pretend to get them. As long as she showed me the way, I could continue being a lazy, self-absorbed idiot who plays games all day long.
That would be cool with me.
Even better, if (y/n) will be my permanent player two.
Because Jeff's story and this one will combine, so while it may seem like this is going nowhere, it's going somewhere. I'm linking the two stories. Just hold on for a little while more. Herp a derp.
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moonlightlaur's avatar
But what if I wanna be player 1?