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Depths BEN & Reader    You know those times you loose track of time and space? Those moments of lost reality, where you wake up out of your thoughts and realize the world around you is ahead? I just had one, but.....it was different then the others.   I know you expect me to be vigilant when playing with you, the games are fun. Though, I do get tired of CoD after a few hours. It's just, I was here, then I felt myself slipping. Like, my feet lost contact with the ground and I just started to fall back into this darkness.   There was no fear, no moment of horror, just this airy relaxing free-fall. Then, I went under. T

Dissolution Older!Ben Drowned X Reader   Most people wouldn’t think Creepypastas had a life to live, since almost all of them are…..dead. That they would pertain themselves only to the underbelly of the world, hiding constantly in the shadows till a poor soul got too close. That they wouldn’t progress or partake in things that usually humans would. That they have no sense of humor. Those twits are way off.  “Who wants a Pepsi?!” I shouted, heaving the cooler out onto the patio, Brvr behind me with the stack of ordered pizza boxes. Instantly, we were swarmed by other pastas, elbows jabbing and laughing shouts

Ben was pissed. No, more than that; he was outraged, livid, burning with distaste for the young woman he grudgingly adored. It’d been approximately a year or so since they’d met on that dreary night in her bedroom after she downloaded one of the videos and invited him over. Ever since that night he’d been infatuated with her—she seemed so lovely and pure on the outside, but she was really a ball of churning anguish on this inside, and Ben was totally into that. Ben scowled at the young lady, being careful not to be seen as he glared from her computer monitor as she lay limply on the bed. I can’t believe this bit

When BEN had texted you on your phone to come and join him on his afternoon invitation, you had at first disregarded the thing away because getting high wasn’t something you weren’t much interested in, obviously you had better plans to do on your free afternoon other than messing up with your brain’s coherent thoughts. On the other hand, the idea, though absurd at the time of the message being sent, was still stuck in your head and when you found yourself staring at your ceiling blankly for at least ten minutes, you decided that maybe you could go and see why he did those sorts of things. So you texted him, and awaiting his

   "It has to be here somewhere..." The entity furrowed his eyebrows in determination as he scrolled endlessly through personal files and databases. What he desired was ever so simple, yet ever so guilt ridden. BEN took a liking to you, sending out subtle hints such as allowing you to handle his weaponry, polish his game controllers. Any other young man could have talked to you, perhaps ask your friends what you thought of him. Typical behavior for someone infatuated. But, as many knew, BEN was not typical. He was rather impatient under his layers of cynicism and decided to use methods of espionage. An exasperated sigh fled his lips, for his