A new friend || Ben Drowned X Reader

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Hi guys!! So sorry for not uploading chapters, I've been really busy this week :((. This chapter is from mostly the perspective of Ben, introducing a new character too! 

Spoiler alert: It's Toby! Sorry if it's weird to understand him, I tried to represent his tics in dialogue but I'm sorry if it's difficult to read!! If anyone knows any tips for making the dialogue more readable, please comment, it would help me a lot!! 

I will try to make more chapters and more drafts, but it will take me more time, so please don't think I'm dead! Im just writing!

Ty for reading, liking, and enjoying this fanfic <3

Enjoy!!

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*Second (?)person POV*

Maybe it wasn't totally platonic.

That phrase kept appearing on Ben's mind for the next hours, sleeping was much more difficult than he thought. Rolling on ben, he just kept asking the same question. "Why?" Why did Ben liked Y/N so much? they were just friends after all. Y/N's smile, eyes, small habits, everything made Ben feel butterflies. 

He ran his fingers through his face, while letting a sight out of him. 

"My best friend..."  He mumbled as his ears started turning red. "Ugh... I am making this more complicated that it should?" 

Ben proceeded to smash a pillow into his face to let out a big groan. Maybe he should distract himself with something else, sleeping wasn't it. He lazily reached over to his desk and grabbed his phone and earbuds. Maybe listening to music would calm him. At end of the day, it was just a friendly hang out, right?

He started playing his favorite playlist, when someone knocked on his window. Annoyed, Ben decided to ignore it for a bit, but it just kept insisting. 

"If this is Jeff I swear..." He thought to himself as he got up from his bed to find certain boy with orange googles and brown hair who looked really offended.

"Toby? What are you doing here?" Ben opened the window, letting him inside. "You were supposed to be out for a mission."

"I t—thought I was your b—best friend, how dare YOU."  He yelled as he entered the room, Toby took a glance at it, to then proceed to remove the dust out of his clothes.

"And you are, dude! What's the matter?"  

"J—Jack told me everything a—about this new best f—friend of yours!" Toby said while still dusting his clothes off. He had left a trail of dust while entering, the carpet now stained with dirt.  

"Dude, where did you come from?"  Ben said between coughs "You are full of dust!" 

"T—That is not an e—explanation!" He replied "Who's this?!"

Ben took a long sigh and gestured Toby to take a seat. "This will take long." Ben recalled before starting talking.

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Toby looked absolutely stunned. "You are a—an absolute idiot."  Were the only words that came out of his mouth when Ben finished talking. 

"Uhm—Well, excuse you?!" Ben yelled offended. "Y—You are not excused." Toby responded while looking at Ben with a cold, serious expression, arms crossed. 

"I am at a l—loss for w—words."  Toby said, still giving Ben the cold shoulder. Even though he said to be at a loss for words, he keep lecturing Ben on how he could not , and insulting him for being "A total idiot" and "a stupid dumbass".

"You de-definitely like Y/N"  Toby argued.

"Huh?! No I don't!" Ben argued back, denying everything that Toby said.

"Y—You literally JUST talked a—about how you two had r—romantic moments in Y/N'S HOUSE."Toby yelled across the room.

"They were NOT romantic!" 

Ben threw a pillow at Toby, Ben definitely knew that what Toby was saying was a hundred percent true, he liked Y/N. Why it was so hard to admit? Ben just tried to brush it off, maybe looking at his phone would help in something.

"Say it."  Toby said.

"What?"

"T—That you like Y/N." 

"NO I DON'T!"  Ben said flustered by Toby's sudden affirmation.

The same pillow Ben threw to Toby, was the one Toby used to make him confess. He started beating Ben with the pillow as he repeated the same phrase: "ADMIT IT!". The screams went on and on for about 5 minutes straight before Ben decided to confess. "Alright—Alright!" He yelled while the feathers on the pillow scatter over the whole room. "I...I like Y/N. Happy now?"  

"Honestly? I just wanted an excuse to hit you. But, yeah."

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*Your perspective (?)*

You were sleeping calmly. Not a sound on the rooms, nor the whole house. None one around, or at least that's what it looked like. Your ankle, still hurt form that trip, maybe it could be cured when you woke up in the morning. Everything was so calm, peaceful... It had been a long night, after all. That glass of water was put on your desk, that one gift Ben gave you, was right at your side. 

The next morning was going to be something crazy to explain how you sprained ankle to your parents, if they arrived... The intrigue to know what happened to your parents couldn't stop eating you from the start. It's true mom said that they were all okay, but still, the guilt was still there. Also, hotels here are not cheap. Why did this had to happen?

Your bed sheets moved as you twisted yourself in bed. Even though you were asleep, the guilt still consumed you. Or, maybe, more thank guilt...?

A strong headache suddenly woke you up. It was oddly strong, maybe it was for all the strong emotions that night? You grabbed your bed sheets as hard as you could, the headache wouldn't go away. There was a dim, soft light coming from your window. The headache looked like it wasn't going to stop, your senses didn't worked as well. 

Maybe it was the fact that you were still half asleep, or the terrible pain, but anyhow, you decided to turn your head over the window.

Something was there. Someone, rather say. A person, with an unrecognizable face due to the dark, was there. Staring at the window, looking inside. You blinked once, but there appeared to be none one in there. Maybe headaches were playing with your mind? A big possibility. You decided to not do something. There was none one around, emergency calls? No battery. Screaming? That would get you killed even faster. You just went back to sleep, hoping that that was only a dream.

But what if it wasn't?