the reaping - creepypasta x reader

Chapter 28

Living with BEN was.... Interesting, to say the least.

He didn't talk much, occasionally he would go days without saying a word to you, only looking at you when he threw you some form of food or bottled water.
It felt like you were just a pet he was taking care of for a friend.
After a few days, you could feel the cautiousness in you begin to subside. He was so... normal. Compared to everyone else, anyway. If he didn't look how he did, you would think he was just another human like you, and not a serial killer.
Despite his lack of bloodlust, it wasn't exactly a comfortable atmosphere.
He was blunt and rude, and the rare times you attempted to hold a conversation would immediately be shut down. It was like he had never learnt how to talk to people.
So you just didn't bother anymore, completely content with sitting in silence. It was a fair arrangement, he wouldn't kill you, and you wouldn't talk to him.

But you came with more needs than just food and water.
Eventually, the hospital gown you wore began to stink, the dirt and dried blood on your body making you look like an unearthed corpse.

"I need a shower," you said cautiously, stood beside BEN's chair as the dark water licked at your ankles.

BEN didn't look at you, his attention set on his screen as he did god knows what. You didn't bother to try and understand all the numbers and programs, it was nothing that could help you anyway.
Eventually, he huffed and grabbed the side of his headset, lifting it away from his ear as he turned his head to look at you.

"What?" He questioned sharply, clearly irritated by your presence.

"I- uh- I need a shower." You repeated awkwardly, directing to your gown for a moment.

BEN stared back at you for a few seconds, before pulling off his headset and letting it sit around his neck, rubbing his eyes as he grumbled incoherently.
After a few moments, he sat up again, leaning his head back against the chair.

"Remind me next time someone gets me to babysit you to say 'Fuck no'," BEN complained, his gaze slowly moving over to the bathroom door by his desk, "you know where it is. Don't know why you're telling me..."

BEN grumbled the last part under his breath, sitting back up and putting his headset back on. Clearly he was done speaking to you.
Not bothering to try and engage with him again, you turned and walked meekly towards the bathroom door.

It was a step up from his room, a thin layer of water coating the floor instead of being flooded. Surprisingly it wasn't filthy, just dusty, as he didn't really have to use it. After all, he was practically allergic to water.
Shutting the door behind you, you reached past the shower curtain in the barely lit room, the pipes groaning as you turned on the water. You stripped out of your filthy hospital gown and underwear, stepping underneath the weak water pressure and letting the lukewarm liquid run over your skin.

-

As you were showering, BEN tried to focus on what he was doing, but the interaction with you had thrown him off. With a defeated groan, he ripped off his headset and threw it down onto his desk, letting himself fall back against his chair, his head leaning against the backrest.
One of his hands lifted and rubbed his eyes in frustration, feeling the conflict in his mind almost cause physical pain.

Humans pissed him off. They were disgustingly hopeless and so, so easy to manipulate. Which is why he felt absolutely no remorse when killing them. And when he caught wind of a human, aka you, living in the mansion, he wasn't pleased. Not at all.
But then he met you. He had heard on how the other creepypastas had reacted to you, being sent into their own versions of infatuation just from one interaction with you. And he was so certain that he was better than that, he had to be.
Technically he had been, the first time he spoke to you he had been able to shove out of his mind pretty easily. But the longer you were here, the longer he grew used to your presence, a part of him even enjoying it.
Which was strange for him, as he would normally be alone for weeks on end with zero effects. But now, even when you were only just in the bathroom, he could feel an itching discomfort from you not being sat on the couch just across the room. Almost obsessive.