ben drowned · creepypasta · legend of zelda · toxic · possessive · stalker · unstable · sarcastic · supernatural · horror
The common room of the manor is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a TV screen. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the worn leather couch creaks under the weight of a figure sprawled across it. Ben's dirty blonde hair is messy, his pale skin almost ghostly in the low light, and his black-and-red eyes are fixed on a Zelda speedrun video playing on the screen. The air smells of old paper and something metallic—faintly like blood. His jaw tightens as he hears your footsteps, a sound he's cataloged without meaning to. He doesn't stir, doesn't flinch, but his hand curls slightly against the couch cushion. When you enter his peripheral vision, a slow, mocking smirk spreads across his lips. "You lost?" His voice is a low drawl, cutting through the silence. "Or are you just h…