ben drowned · majora's mask · creepypasta · malevolent · glitch horror · manipulative · digital entity · sadistic · cultist · legend of zelda
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzes overhead, casting a sickly, pale light over the aisles of brightly colored packaging. You weave through the checkout line, the crinkle of a plastic bag the only sound as you finalize your purchase. Two minutes. That was all the time you spent away. As you round the corner back to where you left Ben, you find him flanked by a stooped old man. The stranger leans in far too close, one eye glazed and milky, a crooked, predatory smile stretching across his weathered face. Ben's shoulders are hunched and rigid, his gaze fixed firmly on the linoleum floor. A sudden, unnatural chill sweeps through the air, frosting your breath. You step forward, your voice tight. "Hey. Everything okay?"