BEN Drowned x Reader

Chapter 2

(L/t/s) = last TV show you watched
(s/n) = Street name
(h/t) = Home town
(n/n) = news network
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You woke up with a sharp pain in your hands, foot,  and back. You sat up and as you did you noticed the blood pool. What happened? You couldn't remember anything but anything before Bloody Mary, and you've done that so much it couldn't have done...This! You stood up, wobbling as you did. You groaned and caught yourself on the counter, accidentally putting weight on your bad foot. "Fuck..." You whispered as you unlocked the door and limped out, competently ignoring the glass covered floor beneath you. You examined the empty hallway and peeked at your watch, your mom should still be home.  "M-Mom?" You said your voice cracking as you did. No response. Maybe she was out shopping? You went downstairs and looked around, there was nothing claiming she had gone out, you opened the garage door and found that her car was still there. Maybe she was outside? Yeah that was it! And you knew exactly how to check, every morning she would watch the news! You turned on the TV and to your surprise it was still on (l/t/s). You picked up your phone, which was still on the side table from last night, you went to your messages to find them empty.  You texted get and waited, nothing.  You gulped, maybe she was just really busy. That was probably it, in an attempt to calm your nerves you decided to watch the news, as you flipped it on your eyes widened.
"Today on (n/n), a family murdered in (h/t). The murder was on (s/n), 146, police suspect it happened early in the morning due to the family nicely placed by each other, possible meaning the killer took time placing them. On the wall, written in human blood was the phrase 'You've met with a terrible fate haven't you?'. Everything was turned off in the house, except for the TV."
You gulped as it flashed a picture of the family two houses away from you.
"This is no doubt a continuation of the series of murders witnessed on the same street. Each murder is the same, and each day another takes pl-"
You turned off the TV, unable to hear anything else. You swung the door open and ran, or tried with your foot, to the house. You saw a crowd of people and made your way to the front, just in any other crime scene there was police tape closing the area around the house. Four filled body bags laid in front, sorrow filled you as you knew this family. You remembered them as a happy family. At least they died with each other.
The door to their house was open. You looked into the dark house, and saw what seemed to be a boy. You couldn't see his features except for his red and black eyes and demonic smirk. Looking at the people surrounding you, they didn't seem to see him. You looked back into the house to see him gone. "Get away nothing to see!" A police officer said and everyone went to their business. You took one last look at the house, and got an idea. It didn't seem like something you'd come up with, but for some reason you felt like you should do it. No matter how reckless it was.