Creepypasta X Reader Canis Lupis

Chapter 8

A/N Hey guys, sorry this is so late, but I just haven't been particularly motivated recently. I've just kind of been fooling around and sketching a lot. My apologies.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT VIDEO GAMES ARE?!" BEN practically blew your eardrums out as he asked what you think was a question.

"No! Before you make another ultrasonic screech, I would like you to explain them!" You yelled back, fearing your head would pop open. BEN eyes seemed to rattle around his sockets before he let go of your shoulders.

"Well," He said, finally recovering from the attack on his ears. He paused and frowned, small wrinkles creasing his forehead.

"I can't really think of a way to explain it." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders casually, as if it wasn't a big deal, although he nearly cried over it only a few seconds ago.

"Then how am I supposed to know what they are if you don't tell me?" You asked, slightly confused. What could possibly be so elaborate it was impossible to explain? Whatever it was, you wanted nothing to do with it. It was probably some really smart math-y shit.

"I'll show you." He stated.

"What?"

"I'll SHOW you what video games are." He said again, dragging you over to the large flat screen and pushing you down into a beanbag chair.

You sank into the chair and watched as he searched through a large stack of DVDs, flinching as he pulled one out near the bottom.

The stack merely shook as the cases settled into the removed ones spot. It was almost like the tablecloth trick.

He opened the case and pushed the disk into a sleek modern looking... You couldn't really tell what it was. He grabbed two really strangely shaped... things... and turned around.

He plopped down into the beanbag chair next to you, and handed you one of the oddly shaped things. 

The T.V. turned on, drawing your attention away from BEN.

TIME SKIP

"WHAT?!?!" 

For the second time that day, BEN tried to murder you. You were about to die from blood loss. Who knew your ears could bleed so much?

"I TOLD YOU! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT!" You screamed back, leaning in and getting as close to his face as possible for maximum effect.

He blinked stupidly, then hung his head, muttering under his breath. His choice words were very colorful, and were not to be repeated to children.

He stood up and stood over you before grabbing your arm and gently pulling you up from your comfortable spot on the beanbag chair. He plopped down in it and pushed your legs out from under you, making you fall directly into his lap.

"What the HELL BE-"

"Shhhh. I'm about to start the lesson." He said quietly, making you face the T.V. and sit upright in his lap.

You squirmed uncomfortably, and he grabbed your waist to hold you still. He placed the oddly-shaped thing in your hands again, not that you remember him taking it from you, and a strange... blob... appeared on the screen, with a white background.

"Alright, this is Blue the blob." He said, introducing the strange but cute thing on the screen.

"Why can't it be Bob the blob?" You asked, tilting you head to the side questioningly.

"Because I said he is Blue, now," He grabbed your hand and set it on the strange device so it fit in the curve of your palm. He did the same with your other hand.