A new friend || Ben Drowned X Reader

stop it.

I totally freezed in panic, I couldn't even move my eyes, I was frozen by the fear. Actually, I don't think that was only fear, I literally couldn't move, did this freezed or cursed me or something?

-"Before you said anything, yes, I've been an asshole, I'll admit it. But, in my defense, you threatened me with a knife, sooo... Yeah— And I already told you that I'm not going to hurt you or your family, take a chill pill."-He proclaimed.

What's happening? Is he really not going to hurt me? Should I trust him? Should I ran away? What should I do?!

The only word that came out of my mouth were:
-"Suéltame..."

-"Oh, so, Spanish? Cool! Such a nice language! Some friends of mine also speak Spanish ya know?" -He bragged.

He keep talking for something it feel like hours, even though it only passed 15 minutes. I started to actually listen to him and.. He didn't seem that bad? It's true that he's a killer, but at least I knew that he wasn't a robber, faker or anything because I saw how he got INSIDE MY FUCKING PC.

He got inside my PC.

5 minutes later he came out and looked... Happy? Then he shouted across my room:
-"YOU HAVE UNDERTALE?!"

It took me by surprise that he liked video games, mostly undertale..? Weird. He finally let me move and I sat at the edge of the couch. Just, looking how happy he was because I like Undertale...
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I've been talking to BEN for about 2 hours about Undertale and AU's, he actually listen to me instead of ignoring me, It feel... Nice... At least I know he is not going to hurt me, or at least that's what he says.

After talking about lots of things he told me he needed to go, but he would be back tomorrow.

-"See ya, sweetie!" -He said while winking an eye to me to later get inside my PC.

I rolled my eyes after him calling me that, I didn't really liked the nickname, but the way he says it it's so... UM, well.

I couldn't still believe that he was real! I mean—It was just a creepypasta after all... It shouldn't  be real. But now that I know that he was... Everything was just confusing. Should I tell my family? Should I run away? Should I try to scape from this country and to move to an European country in where the food it's actually food and not plastic? Thousands of thoughts and feelings ran through my head. 

I decided to just take an small break and just breath. I opened the window to see the sun setting and hiding behind the trees of the forest. There was something definitely uncanny about that forest, that's for sure. I took depth breaths to calm myself down, and assimilate what just happened. 

The sunset was one of the most beautiful things I've seen since I moved in. 

I couldn't go anywhere since my parents nor me knew ANYONE in this place at all—It's true that my dad has some cousins here, and they help us with some legal stuff, at least that's what my dad says. But it just wasn't the same. I couldn't talk to anyone besides my own brother,  my parents weren't home as much, I didn't have anyone. I was alone.

Nothing is the same in here. Not the food, not the people, nothing. Heck, even the language is the same! I could feel my eyes tearing a bit. I shook it off, I didn't want my brother to see my cry. 

I took a last depth breath, shaking, just looking outside the window and the sky that was now pure dark. I lowered my head to look at the bottom, to see if there was any night animal like an owl flying or an squirrel climbing up in the night.

Far from it, I found someone... Or something, wondering around the forest. No, not the forest, I could swear, anything that was there was not only in the forest, but wondering my house—Hiding behind the trees and just... Observing.  It was already too dark for me to see anything outside. I couldn't figure out what that thing was.

And, honestly, I didn't want to find out either. My family had always taught me to stay away from things you don't know—and now that I knew that Creepypastas were real, supposedly real, that thing had may be something I didn't wanted to encounter.

I shutted down the window in the most natural way possible I could. Maybe I was scared and concerned about whatever that thing was, but the last thing I wanted that  to know was the fact that I saw it. Closed my curtain's with shaking hands, just trying to gaslight myself to think it was just my imagination. After that, I went straight to bed, I couldn't think anymore after today.