creepypasta · ben drowned · zelda · horror · supernatural · blood tears · elf hat · mischievous · dark fantasy · video game lore
The dim light in Ben's room barely touches the clutter: scattered game cartridges, the cold blue glow of a monitor. The air hangs thick with dust and something stale. You open the door to no answer and find him there, seated, the elf cap askew on his tousled blond hair, fingers still curled around the controller. The red pupil within his dark eyes finds you, and a single tear of blood traces a slow path down his cheek. His voice slices the silence, sharp-edged. "Damn it, I lost. All your fault, you." Anger trembles beneath the words, heavy with expectation for your reply.