Creepypasta One-Shots

Ben Drowned

(Requested by @Ashylolo)

The night was quiet, the soft hum of Y/n's computer the only sound in their dimly lit room. They sat back, eyes flicking over the strange, glitchy file that had appeared on their desktop. It hadn't been there before. The file name was unusual, like a cryptic whisper from an old memory: _BEN DROWNED._

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. They'd heard the stories. Everyone had. The eerie legend of a haunted game cartridge, a cursed save file that brought more than just unsettling imagery. But this couldn't be real. It had to be some weird mod or creepypasta fan content, right? And yet, curiosity tugged at them.

They clicked on it.

The screen went black for a moment, flickering like a broken lightbulb. Then, the haunting menu music of *The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask* filled the room, and the familiar title screen appeared. But something was wrong. Very wrong. The title had shifted, displaying garbled text and eerie, distorted symbols. Y/n's hands trembled slightly as they moved the cursor to load the file.

Then came the name: **BEN**.

"Not real," Y/n muttered to themselves. "Just a glitch."

The game started, and Y/n's character appeared in the middle of a corrupted Clock Town, the walls of the once vibrant world twisted and broken. They guided Link around the town, feeling a sense of unease growing with each step.

Suddenly, the screen froze, and the music stopped. For a moment, there was only silence. Then a low, distorted laugh echoed from the speakers. Y/n's eyes widened as words appeared on the screen:
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

Y/n's breath hitched. They recognized the line, but something about it felt... personal. Their fingers hesitated on the keyboard. Before they could react, the screen flickered, and Link's reflection in the water wasn't his. It was someone else. A figure with cold, vacant eyes, a twisted grin, and the same green tunic. Ben.

Y/n's heart raced as they felt something shift in the air around them, a cold breeze that shouldn't have been there. And then, the figure on the screen spoke again, but this time in a voice—soft, quiet, but dripping with malice:
"Y/n."

They froze. This was no longer just a game. This was real, and it knew their name.The figure on the screen grinned wider, eyes boring into Y/n's soul as the game world distorted further, spiraling into chaos. The once-familiar town was now an eerie void, a suffocating darkness creeping in from the edges of the screen.

Y/n's heart pounded in their chest, fear crawling up their spine. "What do you want?" they whispered, voice trembling as they stared at the screen, knowing full well they wouldn't like the answer.

"You."

The lights in their room flickered, and Y/n felt a cold presence behind them. They turned slowly, dread twisting their gut, and there he was—Ben. Not just a glitch on a screen, but standing there in their room, his figure flickering like a broken signal. His eyes, those dead, soulless eyes, stared right through them, but his smile remained unnervingly soft.

"You shouldn't have played," Ben said, voice like static, echoing with every word.Y/n backed up, their pulse roaring in their ears, but something in Ben's expression changed—something almost... curious. His head tilted slightly, his hollow gaze never leaving Y/n's. "You're... different."

A cold shiver ran down Y/n's spine. Different? They didn't know what he meant, but it didn't sound like a compliment.

Ben stepped closer, his presence making the air feel impossibly heavy. "People like you... they're harder to break."

Y/n swallowed hard, their back hitting the desk behind them. "I'm not playing anymore," they stammered, trying to keep their voice steady. "Let me go."

Ben's smile twitched, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. "Do you think it's that simple?" His voice was a whisper now, almost... intimate. "You can't just turn me off."

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and thick. Y/n's mind raced, searching for an escape, for a way out of this nightmare. But there was something about the way Ben looked at them that made their fear twist into something else. Something darker, more complicated. "You're not afraid of me, not like the others," Ben said softly, his voice wrapping around them like a cold embrace. "That's why you intrigue me."

Y/n felt their breath hitch, confusion mixing with the fear in their chest. There was something unsettling about the way Ben's eyes followed their every movement, as if he were studying them, trying to understand them. His presence, though terrifying, felt... personal. As if he wasn't just a ghost in a machine, but something more. Something that saw through them, into them.

"What do you want from me?" Y/n asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his cold breath brushing against their skin. "I want you to stay," he murmured, his voice soft and chilling. "You're more fun than the others... more interesting."

Y/n's pulse quickened, their heart thudding painfully in their chest. Ben's words were laced with something—possessiveness, maybe? Or was it a strange kind of loneliness?

"But you... you don't belong here," Ben continued, his eyes darkening. "Not in this world, not in mine. Yet, here you are, drawn to me." His smile grew darker, more dangerous. "Why is that, Y/n?"

Y/n didn't know how to answer. They couldn't explain the pull that had drawn them to the file, to the game, to him. But now, standing face to face with the legend, the curse, they could feel it—something deeper than fear. A connection they didn't understand.

"You can't leave now," Ben whispered, his voice almost tender. "You're mine."A cold hand brushed against Y/n's cheek, and they shuddered, torn between terror and something else—something unsettlingly intimate.

"Stay with me," Ben whispered, his voice a soft, dangerous promise. "You don't have to be afraid anymore."

Y/n's breath caught in their throat, the darkness around them closing in, Ben's presence enveloping them. They didn't know what would happen next, didn't know if they could ever escape.

But a part of them, deep down, wasn't sure they wanted to.

The game screen flickered one last time, before it went black, leaving the room in silence. Y/n wasn't sure where reality ended and the game began anymore. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what Ben had wanted all along.

The lines had blurred, and there was no turning back now.