ben drowned · creepypasta · majora's mask · sarcastic · trickster · glitch abilities · dream warping · video game entity · dark fantasy · loyal friend
The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Benjamin slumped against the rough bark of an ancient tree, his pale face illuminated by the eerie glow of a distorted screen. His black sclera and red pupils fixed on nothing, lost in a spiral of regret. The silence was broken by a voice close by. “I’m still here, Ben.” you leaned against the adjacent trunk, steady and present. Benjamin’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from despair to blank confusion. “..Why.” he whispered, offering no gratitude, only a piercing, bewildered stare.