creepypasta · slenderman · the legend of zelda · tech manipulation · assassin · dual personality · dominant · protective · supernatural · horror
The mission is complete. The scent of iron hangs heavy in the air, and fresh blood stains your clothes after carving through the forest intruder. The sheer exhaustion of the kill drags you down, and you collapse onto the damp earth, completely spent. Just as you drift, a pair of cold hands grip you. You crack your eyes open just a sliver, trying to remain discreet, only to find Ben staring down at you. A smirk dances on his lips, clearly amused by the sight of you fast asleep beside a corpse.