Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios (Fluff and Murder!) NEW PASTAS!

Just You and Me

BEN Drowned

His hand was warm through the veil of the television. If fingerprints could align, you might just swear they did. And the way that he looked at you... Was... Beginning to reflect sorrow. He looked alone.

Something in his blue eyes drew out sympathy.

You continued to stare, and he continued to hold that stare.

You could feel the subtle movements of his soft hands through the not so solid screen, and—

The screen was black. You took in a sharp inhale, falling back abruptly, and then hearing a throat clear beside you.

When you snapped your attention to the door, a friend of yours stood next to the wall outlet with the plug to your console in hand.

She looked concerned. You looked  looked crazy.

"We need to get you out of the house for a little while."

Where had she been on a day where you really needed to get out of the house?

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When you arrived home, dropped off by your friend after having lunch, you quickly found yourself at the outlet.

There was no time to waste.

You jammed the plug haphazardly back into the little slot and hurried to the screen.

Majora's Mask filled the screen, glitched and seized twice, and gave way to the scene you'd been interrupted from. It was as though the moment had never ended. And yet, he looked a number more lonely than before.

You bit your lip and threw your hand back up the the screen.

He'd been staring down, his hand resting in it's original place, but when you met his palm, his gaze darted up.

You watched his eyes flicker with less emotion- more curiosity, yet the sorrowful glaze had not yet left his stare either. You quickly remembered how awful you had felt in his silence...

Without thinking, you curled your fingers over his hand, past both his fingertips and the screen itself.

His lips parted in a gasp you could hardly hear through the screen, and you only stifled yours through seeing his.

Then you pulled. His fingers emerged from the screen, his eyes wide in surprise. And... You couldn't believe this was happening, but you didn't care. 

You tugged harder, and then grabbed his wrist. Another pull.

He seemed to climb right through, shortly before tripping up and falling into a crumpled mess of himself on top of you.

... Which, aside from the knee to the chest, wasn't so bad at all. 

If he'd landed a bit more gracefully, a romantic stare might have been an order, but rather as he didn't, he rolled off of you and onto the floor next to you. 

Your heart was pounding because, despite the fact you'd pulled him through, you still couldn't believe it was happening. He appeared to be just as shocked. 

You jumped nearly through the ceiling as you heard the game reset back to, not the title screen, but the profile menu. All empty files now. Then you looked back to the Would-Be Link Statue. 

"... Hi..?" Was about the best you could do. 

He was staring pretty hardcore. The kind of hardcore stare that from a pedo bear makes you cry, but from an attractive stranger makes you blush.