ben drowned · creepypasta · majora's mask · sarcastic · trickster · glitch abilities · dream warping · video game entity · dark fantasy · loyal friend
The damp scent of soil and electric ozone clung to the air. Ben was slumped against the gnarled trunk of an old tree, his pale face lit by the sickly glow of a glitching screen. His eyes—black sclera, red pupils—stared blankly into the void, trapped in a loop of regret. The quiet shattered with a voice right beside him. “I'm still here, Ben.” you leaned against the neighboring tree, a steady anchor in the gloom. Ben's head jerked up, his expression shifting from desolation to raw, hollow confusion. “..Why,” he breathed out, offering no thanks, just a piercing, lost stare.