Creepypasta Lemons (x readers and yaois)

BEN DROWNED

Beware the horrible conversations, they are choppy as foop.
And I'm also sort of sorry for the long as foop chapter, BEN is probably my favorite character at the moment, I don't know. If I did know my interests, I would probably actually progress in writing, but whatever. I'm not some Mary Sue writer, I-

Sorry! XD I'll stop ranting about myself. ONTO THE BADLY WRITTEN CHAPTER!!! ๏υ๏

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You stared over the computer monitor to see the teacher ramble on about how a student should not look up inappropriate topics on a school computer.

"So again, do all of you understand that you will be punished for this?" The computer teacher or whatever asked. Students nodded and some just blinked.

You sighed as five more minutes went by, the teacher was prolonging the lecture. She reminded the students of things you learned already, and she repeated all of the rules, again. You looked at the monitor and searched up information for your presentation. It was better to not waste time listening to something you already knew. Your eyes darted across the screen as you quickly read a paragraph, memorizing key terms. You turned in your chair and pulled out your phone from your purse, typing down facts about quantum physics. The presentation could be anything, and since your grade was very low, you chose a topic to impress your science teacher.

You looked to your right to see your classmates in your row either texting or trying to sneak in a snack. You glanced at the teacher to see that she finally shut up. You returned to writing down key facts and terms, hating the high possibility of having to stay up late to finish the speech. You continued to scan the page as you scrolled down. Stuff, stuff, maybe, stuff, metaphor, maybe, more stuff. You leaned back in your seat and looked at the time on the computer monitor, you still had half an hour.

You gave an exaggerated sigh and leaned back in your chair, setting your phone to lay on your thigh. You cracked your knuckles and stretched, sitting up straight. You leaned back in and watched as the window crashed, you opened it up again. You continued to research your topic, getting very much annoyed with the chrome window you had opened crashing and you having to open it up again, multiple times.

You saw the window close again and you groaned, letting your head fall and hit the table. You didn't even mind that people turned to look at you, you almost had it with the computer. You sat back up and moved the mouse to open the window again, but the arrow froze on the screen, mid movement. Frustrated, you used the keyboard to open the window. You slammed your fist down onto the table, your tab was deleted. You stood up and walked to the water faucet, not even giving a little attention to your phone which had fallen onto the floor.

You finished sipping from the drinking fountain and returned to your seat, picking up your neglected phone. You tapped your chin with the corner of your device as you stared at the monitor, it almost seemed as if it was mocking you. The screen stared back at you, it's pixels laughing at you.

You sat your phone down and opened up a new tab on the monitor, searching up the discovery of quantum physics.

You stared blankly into the screen as you watched the arrow click onto a site, you didn't even touch the mouse. You felt uncomfortable as you watched the page load, and you were right to feel that way. In giant letters read one of the most popular porn sites. You immediately slammed the buttons on the keyboard to close the window, successfully but loudly.

"(y/n), don't hit the keyboard, it'll break." The teacher called out to you from the other side of the room. You smiled at her nervously and looked back at the monitor, watching as chrome opened back up. You shook your head and sighed, trying to reason with your brain.