Ben and I sit in our blanket fort, watching the third anime that Ben picked out. He pauses this episode to take a bathroom break, he returns quickly.
"After we finish this. I think we should watch Fairy Tail its just a little shorter than Naruto." Ben explains. I nod.
"We've been in here for a few days, are they gonna ever worry about us?" I ask. Ben laughs, shaking his head.
"Naw, not until they need one of us." Ben explains.
"I just think it's weird that no one's come to get me for training." I explain. Ben glances at me.
"Its the weekend, Slender doesn't make us train unless we have too." Ben explains. I nod softly, glancing at my hands. My wings fold into themselves as I lean back.
"Hey, Ben?" I ask. He looks at me. "Can I ask how you died?"
Ben's face turns sullen as he slumps down.
"Yeah, you have the right to know." Ben explains. He makes himself comfortable and I do the same. He takes a deep breath and then opens his eyes.
"You don't have to if you don't want too." I reassure. He smiles softly.
"My hell started around age five. My dad was an alcoholic and a drug addict before he met my mom. He fell in love with her. She said that she would only date him when he was clean so, he got clean for her. My mom was a famous fashion designer so she left to go on buisness trips a lot. My dad didn't like it at all until the trip she left and never came back. My dad said that she ran off with her lover that she had been seeing. I couldn't believe that because I knew that she loved me too much. I found out much later that he had accidentally killed her and covered it up like it never happened."
"Oh god, that's terrible."
"After my mom left, my dad started up his addictions again. They lead to him being abusive towards me. He never bothered to put me in school so he didn't have to worry about covering marks. It's not like I ever left. Crackheads and alcoholics often frequented our house, probably dealers and my dad's friends. Either way, they felt bad and sometimes they even brought me food. My dad never fed me so I always had meals with the neighbors. They were my mom's friends and just thought my dad was having a hard time getting a job. Then, my dad found a way he could use me to get more money."
Ben's face darkens as his eyes drop to his lap. I pat his back gently.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything." I explain. He nods, taking a deep breath.
"He found out that older woman wanted to pay to have sex with me. Of course, he took up their offers immediately. This happened when I was ten. I didn't want them to touch me but they said that that is what made it fun." Ben explains, fidgeting with his fingers. "I wanted them to stop. I cried and begged and pleaded. They never listened, until one day."
"What happened then?" I ask, listening to Ben's story.
"I killed one of the old ladies. I stabbed her right between the eyes. I watched her bleed out on that hotel floor. My father came to pick me up as usual. I left as if nothing happened. She was found but there was no connection from her death to me." Ben explains. "She was on the news and painted as a saint. It made me furious."
"Did your father ever find out?" I ask. Ben looks up at me.
"Of course he did. He beat me senseless for killing a 'client'. I didn't care anymore at that point. One day, he said we were going on a trip. He packed things for himself and nothing for me. Not that I had anything to pack anyway." Ben explains. I nod, listening intently.
"Where did you guys go?" I ask. Ben's face darkens.
"He took me up into the mountains. We camped near a lake. Dad set everything up and treated me like he did before Mom left. I was thrilled to have him back. We slept in the same tent. I was met with horrors when I awoke, however."
"..."
"I was woken to chains around my ankles and wrists. They were attached to cinder blocks. Its like a really heavy rock. My dad beat me one last time. He kissed my forehead and then proceeded to push the blocks in one by one until I was fully submerged. I held my breath until I passed out. I remember the feeling of water filling my lungs. I remember floating there after my body died. I watched it be eaten by fish. I watched the cops find me. My father had fled. But, he can't escape a ghost." Ben mutters, a sick smile spreading across his face.
"Did you kill him?" I ask. He nods.
"I tortured him to death. It was fun and well deserved." Ben explains. I nod, smiling softly.
"Thank you for telling me." I thank, wrapping him a hug.
"Thank you, (Y/N)." Ben mumbles into my shirt. I rub circles into his back gently.
"I may not know a lot of words but I always wanna listen!" I shout, boyncing up and down. Ben laughs.
"Do you wanna finish Demon Slayer now?" Ben asks. I nod, drinking some water.
As we watch the show, my mind begins to wander.
That must be why he is so afraid of water. Maybe that's also why he is so... how did Masky put it..? Oh, yeah! Sexually driven. It must be because of the trauma he was put under. I have to talk to EJ about this!
"Hey, Ben?" I ask. He pauses the show and looks over at me.
"Yeah, (Y/N)?" Ben asks, smiling.
"My eyes hurt from staring at the screen. Can we pick this up again tomorrow?" I ask. Ben nods. He stands up and stretches. My wings flap out and shake themselves out.
"Same time, same place?" He asks. I smile and nod. He jumps through my TV. I turn it off behind him.
"Now, how am I going to get to EJ?" I inquire. I drop to the ground and crawl over to the door. I open in and crawl into the hallway. I sit in the middle of it and wait. Jane turns the corner, almost running into me.
"(Y/N)! What are you doing in the middle of the hallway?" She asks. I giggle nervously, rubbing my neck.
"I can't walk so I was waiting for someone to come along to carry me to EJ." I explain, avoiding eye contact. She starts to laugh.
"Come here, darling. I'll take you to EJ." She teases, lifting me into her arms. She sways me back and forth like a baby. I blush deeply, avoiding her gaze. My wings curl around her back and arm.
"Th-thank y-you.." I stutter. She giggles to herself quietly. I cover my face with my hands.
"We're here~" Jane hums. She sets me down on something soft before leaving. "Bye, (Y/N)~"
My face turns red and I cover it with my wings, groaning.
"How's your leg feeling?" EJ asks. I nudge it.
"It's a little tingly but it doesn't really hurt." I explain, my wings moving around curiously.
"Wanna try to walk?" He asks. My eyes light up and my wings stand up.
"Yes, please!!" I yell. He chuckles, helping me up. I stand up on one leg before attempting to put pressure on my other one by dropping my foot. I seethe. "Ow, okay. It hurts now."
"Be careful, you don't want to cause more damage." EJ warns. I lift my foot, balancing on EJ. He smiles, helping me walk.
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Her Story: A Creepypasta X Female! Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) That was her name. She killed her mother and told a story. She was placed in a mental hospital for her story. They questioned her often to test the truth of her tale, but resulted with the same unbelievable story, over and over again.
