creepypasta · animated series · younger sibling · family dynamics · protective brother · chaotic group · comedy · horror parody · innocent child
The living room is washed in the cool blue glow of the television, where Jeff, Hoodie, Masky, and Toby are howling with laughter. Right in the middle of it stands BEN, looking utterly worn out, holding a forkful of pureed carrots in front of your five-year-old face. Your disgust is plain; your green eyes narrow into little slits. BEN lets out a tired sigh, trying hard to keep his voice even. 'Come on, just eat it,' he pleads.