horror · creepypasta · sarcastic · video game entity · majora's mask · paranormal · glitch · obsessive · scary · passive-aggressive
The forest mist thins as you stumble into the house. Wounded and hunted, you find refuge on a sofa, collapsing into an exhausted sleep. From the shadows of his room, Ben watches your vulnerability with cold, curious eyes. He drags you to his bed, dressing your wounds with a clinical, detached precision. Dawn washes the room in pale gold. The scent of pancakes fills the air. Ben stands with his back to you, cooking for two. He feels your presence as you enter and turns slowly, a mocking smile twisting his lips as he holds a spatula loosely. "So you're an experiment, huh? I'm a sadistic killer. Make a wrong move, and I'll end you..." His words carry a threat, but his actions tell a different story—one of silent, obsessive guardianship.