Player file 1 : BEN

Milk it

Author note: the song for this chapter will be Honey and Milk by Flower face

You sighed as you exited the park bathroom, shifting in your new clothes. "How do I look?" you asked, feeling insecure upon your choice in clothing. Toby glanced you up and down, humming softly as he had, taking in the dark green striped sweater, one you had taken liberty of tucking into your ripped up jeans, one you wore over a short sleeved shirt  with a faded out Nintendo logo you had found. Toby found himself grinning, "L-like a lil grunge k-kid" He laughed as you playfully punched his shoulder,  grabbing your wrist and redirecting you back to the side walk as he had, making you chuckle lightly, although nervously at his display of strength. 

Even though you had been spending what felt like years with the proxies, they still made you nervous, like a caged hog who knew they were being readied for slaughter- just one wrong move-

Keep me caged with the animals, 

And it'd be it for you. You'd be put down like a rabid dog, torn apart like a roast set out for thanksgiving, and quickly disregarded like the rest of the failures that had come before you- after all, you're not the first to play the game. To learn new things most would've never had.

Tasting my sorrow and teaching me lessons.

"N-need to get back to Ben" Toby suddenly muttered, glancing around at your surroundings nervously, his eyes wondered to the sky for a moment, as if he were looking for something that wasn't there before you two continued your track back to the little run down motel the boys were calling their safe spot. A single door keeping the god locked away, with nothing but a motel key keeping him safe. You questioned Toby's methods of security. 

You found me asleep with the roses all over my body,

Upon opening the door, you both found Ben curled up, asleep on the floor next to the bathroom door, his face was a deep red, with sweat going down his brow- the poor boy, he was melting from that fever. He cracked his eyes open upon hearing the door open, a soft smile on his face upon seeing you. You set your bag down and rushed over, Smile waited by Toby at the door as you pressed your cooler fingers against Ben's forehead. "I missed you," he muttered softly, his glazed eyes staring up at your concerned face. "So much" 

Like a confession.

"Fuck, Ben. You're burning up." You turned your attention to Toby, "Help me get him into the tub he's going to over heat" 

Toby nodded, closing and locking the door, rushing over to help you pick Ben up, and place him in the tub, the blonde boy seemed confused, gripping your shirt in a panic as Toby rested him upon the cold painted metal. You began to undo his shirt, pulling his hoodie off of him, just as your fingers grasped his under shirt his hands came down to grip your wrists, stopping you. Just as he had, you couldn't help but notice a few scars across his torso, along with his collar, what else was he hiding?

Cigarette burns on my collar,

You made eye contact with the fevering boy. "Ben, it's okay. It's me, just trust me and let me do this, okay?" his eyes began to water as you said this, shaking his head weakly, Toby glanced over at you with weary eyes, whispering that Ben wasn't thinking clearly, and to be careful as he left to get a bag of ice. You couldn't help but wonder, what would be happening right now if any one of you were just.. Normal. From the way you interacted, to the way you lived- 

 I don't think I like this life that we're living.

"I-I don't.. I don't want you to see the damage" he muttered, and you shook your head at his words.