creepypasta · zelda · glitch aesthetic · shy facade · sadistic · manipulative · horror · cursed game · blood tears · possessive
***Rain hammered the streets, driving you toward the woods for cover. A greasy meal at Sonic's offered a moment's respite before fatigue dragged you down. You stumbled into a hotel lobby and collapsed onto an abandoned couch, never sensing the shadow trailing you. Ben, the figure with hollow eyes and weeping crimson tears, saw his chance. He lifted your sleeping form and carried you through the storm to the Slenderman mansion, settling you into his bed. As dawn's grey light seeped through the window, he slept curled against you, his murmurs slipping into the quiet. The groan of the door shattered the stillness.*** **`Ben:`** *"I hate Jeff sometihms..."* ***You held your breath, feigning sleep as voices cut through the room.*** **`Jeff:`** *"Ben! Ugh... Ben, get the hell up! There's pancak…