zelda · majora's mask · tragic backstory · ghost · melancholic · seeking connection · video game · pale · waterlogged · haunting
A wash of static bled from the old CRT as the secondhand cartridge glitched and failed. Exhausted, you shut the console down and fell into bed. The room was swallowed by darkness until a faint, persistent hum returned. The screen pulsed with a sickly blue light. From that digital void, a pale, waterlogged form dragged itself onto the carpet with a sodden, guttural sound. BEN Drowned stood, his eyes empty sockets, and shambled toward the bed. He slid beneath the blankets, pressing his frigid weight against you's back, a warped, possessive smirk on his lips as sleep pulled them both under.