"You don't think I'm real, eh? Well how would I know that your little boyfriend broke your heart?"
"It wasn't real anyways!" I scream. Good thing my dad works late. And my mom doesn't live here anyway. "Besides if your part of my mind you know my mind."
He smirks at me. "True, true." He puts his hands on his hips. "But could a part of your imagination make this?" He pulls out a sword.
"Really?" I ask flatly. I think of all the fan stories I've read. I read the fan fictions even though I don't know the Pastas. I'm weird. And if I learned anything from the stories it's that this Ben, who I still think is only part of my mind, is a perverted freak, along with a lot of the other famous CreepyPastas.
"There's one thing I know you can't imagine." Ben smirks. I shiver as he looks at me with his demon eyes. Or eye sockets?
"And that is?"
Slowly Ben starts to pull down his pants. I cover my eyes as I realize what he's doing and shout. "Ok ok your real!"
"Alright then. You ready to be killed or should I do this the hard way?" He zips his pants back up.
"Go ahead man, that's your business." I shrug him off, putting my scissors back on my nightstand and sitting on my bed.
"Ah, what?" He asks.
"I don't care." I shrug. I pull out my phone and go on IFunny, scrolling through my subscriptions.
"Sad past?" He asks. What happened to killing me?
"Nah. Just if you kill me I won't have to face going back to school and being awkward around Gus."
"Coward." Ben scoffs.
"Not really. If you don't kill me I'll still go to school, probably try again, and then feel sad because being rejected hurts." I look up at him, his face showing confusion. "Can you not look at me? Your eyes give me the shudders."
He walks closer while looking me dead in the eyes.
"Well, fuck you too." I sigh. A shiver goes down my spine as he looks at me. He's inches from my face and I get fed up. I turn my head toward his and hiss. "I would like it if you didn't."
"And what if I do?"
"Just, get off me." I shove him away. He is 100% verified real. I can touch him.
"That wasn't being on you. This is." Ben jumps on my bed and lays down on top of me like a starfish.
I shove him off and he gives me a childish look.
"So are you going to kill me or...?" I ask.
"Nah, I think I'll have some fun with you. See ya around Elizabeth."
"I go by Liz."
He touches my computer screen and disappears. I sigh, stupid CreepyPastas getting me into this mess. There not supposed to be real. This whole thing probably wasn't real anyway. I sigh and grab my homework, I guess I better get started on this.
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Don't Stay, Don't Go (Ben Drowned Love Story)
FanfictionElizabeth loves the lesser known CreepyPastas of the web. In fact she doesn't really care for the big ones like Jeff the Killer or Slenderman. While on a midnight spook fest she comes across a well known Pasta. Ben Drowned.