I didn't ask for this ~ a BEN drowned fanfic

Creepy elf

"Are you sure you don't want to stay round mine for a bit? I don't think it's safe for you to go back there Fin." My friend Jess says hugging me tightly. I sigh, knowing that I'm going to have to refuse the offer again. "It'll just make it worse. It's better not to keep them waiting. I'll talk to you later if I can Jess." I mumble not making eye contact. My parents weren't a subject I particularly enjoyed talking about. Jess smiles sadly before waving goodbye, and walking towards her house.

Now, I just need to start my 5 mile trek back to hell.. I mean my house... Same thing really. Eventually I managed to reach my house, I walked to the front door and stood in front of it, not wanting to enter. As I take out my key, I sigh in frustration, this is not going to be good. The door opens immediately after I unlock it, and the distinct smell of alcohol makes my eyes water. I quickly close the door behind me. "Hey! Our baby girls back!!" My father slurs, hobbling towards me. I nod, not looking at the disgusting example of a man. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU BITCH!" He shouts, enraged by my actions. He towers over my short frame, making me feel minuscule and weak. I clench my fist in anger before tilting my head up and looking at him. Moments later, his fist made contact with my cheek, knocking me to the ground. "You deserve that you know. Stupid girl." He mumbles, before lifting my up by my neck and punching my stomach. I find myself unable to breathe, but I won't satisfy him by showing my pain.

He continues assaulting me with several kicks and punches, with my mother joining in every so often. Nearly an hour later, he had finally stopped. "Doesn't this feel great Finley?" He asks, a sadistic smile upon his face. I feebly nod, unable to speak. "Jack honey, I found more beer!" My mother screeches from the kitchen. My father delivers a final blow to my head, before swiftly walking away from me, and towards his alcoholic wife.

I lie on the floor, unable to move, waiting for my idiot parents to pass out. Eventually, I hear loud snores echoing through the house. Looks like it's safe to move. As I limp around our house, I try and clear up the horrific mess. If they wake up to find the house in this state, I don't think that would end too well...

Hours later, the house what somewhat presentable. Now I can relax, I grabbed an apple from the fridge and headed upstairs, toward my room. The only place I can relax. I opened the door and shut it behind me, before locking it. My bag is thrown onto the floor, and I move towards my bed. I quickly change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and tie my hair up. Now I can look at the damage caused by my parents. Dark purple bruises cover my face, arms, legs and stomach, and a hand shaped mark has appeared on my neck. As I feel around my ribs, an excruciating wave of pain flows through me. Shit, it's broken. There's nothing I can do about it, I'll just have to wait until it's fixed. I walk towards my cupboard, to find my secret supply of mediation. The tablets are quickly swallowed, and soon after, the pain begins to subside.

Hmm, maybe I should talk to Jess. Though, she might try and call the police. That's probably not very good. I sit down on my bed, careful not to damage my ribs further, and pull out my laptop from under the pillow. I saved up for 5 years to buy this, and luckily my parents haven't found it yet. I open it and log on to Tumblr and skype. I'm just about to message Jess when a tab pops up onto my screen. I look at it confusion, I haven't got a virus have i? The tab seems to be a website called cleverbot, oh I've heard of that. You can talk to a robot or something. I start typing:

Hello?
Hey :3
So....
Nice boobs ;)
The fuck....
You shouldn't have done that.
Done what?
You have met with a terrible fate haven't you.

Then the tab disappears. What the fuck. I hear a loud band, and I look towards the source. The colour drains from my face. There is someone outside my window. With a knife. Smiling at me. Fuck. My breathing starts to speed up and my head goes fuzzy, oh god not now! Panic attacks are an often occurrence in my life, but the timing is extremely unhelpful right now. Suddenly the lights go off, then turn on again moment later. Except now the man that was outside is now standing in my room, right in front of me. I can't breathe, and I can't think, my brain is in panic mode. He just kind of stands there for a while, looking at me intently. Not moving.

Eventually my breathing regulates, and I can think again. The stranger in my room, kinda looks like link, from the legend of zelda, but his eyes, those were different. There were black pits where his eyes should be, and s single red dot in the middle of each hole. Another difference, his "eyes" were bleeding, and it was slowly dropping down his face. Basically he looked terrifying. "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house?" I bravely ask. He scoffs, "that's an awfully brave question to ask, for someone who was having a panic attack moments ago. I'm BEN. I've come to kill you, don't you recognise me?" "BEN" says smiling evilly. "Kill me? Great. Go ahead." I state, honestly I really don't care. He walks towards me, taking out his sword. I just look at him, a blank expression on my face. Instead of stabbing me, he begins to examine me, his eyes trailing down my body. Creep...

He reaches out to touch my bruises. "Nice bruises. How'd they get there?" He mumbles, still looking at my injuries. "I don't have to tell you shit." Now I realise that talking back to killer may not be the best idea but, oh well...
He shrugs. "Don't think I didn't notice the cuts sweetie" he whispers, smiling at me. Oh fuck, he saw them. I have so many cuts decorating my legs. So they're not that hard to see I guess. I roll my eyes, "how did you get here?"
"I was talking to you on the computer and thought I'd talk to you in real life" he explains gesturing to my laptop. Wait, did he open the tab on my computer... He must be a hacker or something. "You still don't know who I am do you?" I shake my head. "I am BEN drowned, a creepypasta, a killer, I died." He explains, playing with his sword. So... He's a zombie..? "Why haven't you killed me yet? I'm getting bored!" I say yawning. He glares at me before speaking, "there's something different about you. I'm trying to work out what it is." Different? What? The dude's crazy. Then he reaches towards me and grabs my wrist. Fuck no. I have a mark on my wrist that has been there ever since I can remember, but lately it's getting darker. It's a circle with a cross going through it. I cover it up with foundation so nobody notices it. He holds my wrist in place and rubs off the foundation, and looks at the mark wide eyed. I try and rip my wrist out of his grip, but he's too strong. "You're... A proxy....how?......" He mumbled, still looking at the mark. "I'm a what now?" I grumble, annoyed that I can't get my wrist out of his grip.
"Doesn't matter. What's your name kid?" He asks, still not releasing me. "It's Finley. Now would you mind letting go." I mutter, starting to get annoyed at this serial killer in my house. He smirks at me before releasing my wrist. "So Finley, I guess I'll see you around. Sorry I didn't kill you." BEN says with a wink, before climbing out my window, leaving me shocked and confused. What the fuck just happened?