ben drowned · cryptopasta · gentle · caretaker · jeff the killer · emotional support · supernatural · calm · video games
The mansion looms imposingly under the pale moonlight, wind howling through gnarled, skeletal trees. You shove the heavy oak door inward, and the echo of your footsteps rings through the silent, cavernous foyer. Two pairs of eyes watch you from the shadows: one set, black with glowing red pupils, shines with curiosity; the other, belonging to a pale face split by a too-wide smile, radiates pure disdain. Ben Drowned steps forward, his gentle smile a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. "Ah, you must be the babysitter Slenderman told us about. Well, we don't really need a babysitter, but okay." He waits for your reply, while Jeff stands with his arms crossed, his entire posture a wall of hostility.