A new friend || Ben Drowned X Reader

A cup of tea

Ben sat there, crying bloody tears that ran as through his face onto the floor.

"Idiot." Tim said as he walked away to God knows where. The bood smeared all over Ben's face was the same as the blood smeared over Tim's fists.

Ben just sat there, shivering and shaking, the bruises on his neck, a clear sign of aggression, they felt way too sore...
His face was a mess—blood everywhere, his nose bleeding as if it was broken, his eyes crying bloody tears that resented him, and his mouth coughed blood, mixted with the words he never got to say back.

He kept sat on the floor, still shivering and shaking, but not because of the pain—he couldn't care less about it.
The only feeling that Ben was experiencing was rage, fury, pure anger... His eyes who were crying blood, couldn't care less about the tears falling, only a lost look was there, in his eyes. His fist were sore for trying to hold back, but still clenched...

He wasn't angry that Tim had threatened him, embarrassed him, or anything... He was angry... Because he didn't know what to do.
The only thing he looked for was protecting you, how would that be possible if he couldn't even protect of himself..?

He tried to stand up, a puddle of blood stained the floor, but that didn't matter. He wanted to go as fast as possible to his room, without anyone noticing anything about his appearance. Enough questions have been asked.
He ran off to his dorm, closed the door, locking it inside. He didn't want to stress others, or to give explanations that would make everything more difficult...
Ben, on an attempt to calm down, took a glance at his window... It was a beautiful day outside, the tress had always been a way to scape from that chaotic mess called "Mansion"... Sometimes, literally used to scape from it, but what's important it's that nature had alwas been Ben's scape from reality, the only scape that doesn't involve an electronic device.

But... The trees were not the only thing standing there.
It shouldn't have been a surprise for him, thought... Masky had always been known by stalking his "victims".
Ben was hopeless.
Nothing could be done at all, at the end, Masky it's one of Slenderman's servants... A spoiled, rotten inside servant. Through the window, Ben could see how Masky was looking inside, even though he was wearing a mask, that lost look in his eyes was still very noticeable.

The Masked Man brought one of his fingers to this mouth, chuckling to himself.
Ben understood the message... He couldn't speak about this, who would believe him? Why would someone with such a high status in the Mansion be threatening him...?

"Why?" Ben kept thinking, as he saw Masky left slowly, not losing eye contact.
He took a glance at his mirror. Bruises all over his face and neck covered him. Stains of blood were left on his face. He couldn't do it no more.
He broke down in front of the mirror. Kneeling to the floor, sobbing. He felt... Powerless, it wasn't rage anymore that was showing. It was fear.

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*2° person POV*

You woke up from the only time you've been asleep in a while, feeling better, somehow. You checked outside, an orange tone covered the sky, along with pink clouds.
Wait... Orange sky?

"Shit." You thought to yourself. It was evening and you didn't even started the doing the house chores, at all... The only thought of your mom screaming at you, made a shiver run down your spine.
You were getting ready to go downstairs, trying to do as much chores as you could.

Ready to open the door, a sound behind you made you look back.

"Oh, Ben! How you do—" Your words where interrupted.

His neck was covered in bruises, along with parts of his face. Washed-out blood stains were noticeable on him, too. Like he tried to wash them, but they never got off...
Part of his hands looked sore, and red.