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[2nd Person POV]
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. . .
Standing before you is a tall man. His features are obscured by shadow, but his towering height is unmistakable.
Your eyes, sore and brimming with tears, struggle to focus.
You're a mess—paralyzed on the cold ground, staring up at the stranger looming over you.
He speaks, but his mouth doesn't move. His voice reaches you, low and distorted, yet you can't make out the words.
Then, without fully realizing, you reply.
"Please..."
.
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.
You jolt awake from the nightmare, heart racing. All you remember is that one word—please. You sigh, dragging yourself out of bed. This day can't get any worse, you think... but fate always has other plans.
You go through the motions: brushing your teeth, changing clothes, making a simple breakfast. As your laptop boots up for work, you scroll mindlessly through social media. The screen finally lights up, and you begin managing your tasks.
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[Meanwhile / BEN's POV]
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I sat there, watching the news replay again and again, my handiwork on full display. That should've been enough to scare them into deleting my number.
But one thing keeps bugging me.
I hook up my old Nintendo to the TV, switching the input to HDMI. Maybe some gaming will help me unwind...
It doesn't.
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[Back to You / 2nd Person POV]
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Hours pass, and you finally wrap up your work. Still, there's a weight on your chest, something lingering in the back of your mind. You decide a ride might clear your head.
Helmet on. Keys in hand. You head down to the parking lot and start your bike, the familiar rumble bringing you some comfort.
Before long, you reach your destination: the forest. You park your bike and make your way through the trees to that one place where your mind always feels a little lighter.
The cliffside.
You sit at the edge, letting the view swallow your thoughts. But no matter how beautiful the scene, your friend's death looms in your mind. And then, your phone rings.
"Hello, good afternoon. Is this [Y/N] [L/N]?" A calm, professional female voice asks.
"Speaking."
"We'd like to interview you regarding your friend's sudden passing. Would that be alright?"
Of course. You were the last person they were seen with.
"Sure. Just send me the time and location."
"Will do. Be there by 5 PM. Thank you for your cooperation."
The call ends.
You exhale. They didn't deserve any of this. Whoever's behind it—he—needs to pay. Your eyes well up again. You wipe your tears away just as a voice echoes behind you.
"What's someone like you doing alone in the woods?"
You turn sharply.
A pale man stands just feet away, his face mostly concealed beneath a white hood and mask. But under the hood, scorched, scarred skin peeks through.
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Wrong Number {BEN Drowned x Reader}
FanfictionYou are 21 years old, lives alone in a apartment. One day, you went to fetch your little sister because you promised her a fair treat at McDonald's. Though, you've arrived a bit late and thought your sister must've gone off somewhere else. You deci...
