Creepypasta X Reader Canis Lupis

Chapter 10

A/N I'm back with another chapter! Damn, I treat you guys pretty well, don't you think? Lucky for you guys, my 'brilliant' mind got some ideas . I wouldn't mind you guys sharing yours though!

"WAFFLES!"

You flinched and covered your ears. In just a few seconds there was someone sitting in the empty seat, holding his silverware and drooling on his plate. Well, you imagined he was drooling, because he was wearing ANOTHER GODDAMN MASK!!!!!

Through your frustration, you sat there quietly, a small vein popping from your forehead as you glared at the four across from you. 

You tore your eyes from them as someone came into the room. You nearly fainted at what you saw.

A tall... man, with long, slender tentacles branching from his back. Each held a large tray of waffles. About six, but you guessed he might have more, he didn't seem like the type to be off-guard. Was he a butler of some kind?

His aura of power washed over you, and you immediately decided he was not the butler. You followed him with your eyes, and as he placed the trays all the way down the long table, you turned around in your seat, not wanting o have your back to him for a mere second.

He 'looked' at you for a few seconds, pausing briefly, and you felt a strangely pleasant tingle in your head, before he nodded slightly and continued walking. 

You turned back to the table when he walked out, still slightly shocked and uneasy. You took one look at the food and your stomach  grumbled loudly. You refused to pick up the silverware, knowing if you put the slender silver in your hand, you wouldn't be able to restrain yourself from the mouth-watering dish sitting in front of you.

Instead, you chose to look around the table, and were startled by what you were seeing. While most were digging into their waffles, a few were eating less... appetizing... meals. You identified candy, but that was offset by the kidney you saw on another plate.

You covered your mouth, trying to look polite during the action, when in truth, you were just trying not to expel the non-existent contents of your stomach. You succeeded at keeping it down and looked up.

No one was looking up from their plate. The only one who seemed to have any interest in you was the small girl. She would look your way with big sparkly green eyes full of hope, like how a child looks at an older sibling when they want them to play dress-up.

You gave up on eye contact and picked up a fork and knife, settling into your meal, a plate of waffles, syrup, butter, and all of its glory. You scarfed down the entire plate before anyone else finished their meal.

"It's good to know you eat normal food." BEN breathed over your shoulder. You glanced at him, not wanting to give him too much attention and encourage him.

"If you had a special diet, Jeff would've had to get your food, and I wouldn't put it above him to piss on it." He whispered.

You choked on air and started laughing, mostly giggles and breathless gasps, but loud enough for the entire table to hear, which earned you a few weird looks, which was the most reaction you had gotten all morning.

BEN draped his arms over your shoulders and set his chin on your head. For some reason, you were comfortable with it.

You heard his stomach grumble, but he pretended not to notice. You then realized, you were in his spot. You had his chair, ate his food, wore his clothes. You were basically stealing.

You stood up abruptly, careful not to headbutt BEN's chin.

"I have an idea." You say quietly, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the room, towards where the tall 'man' had disappeared. He followed, resisting a bit, as he didn't know what you were doing.

You dragged him through the door, noticing you were in a large kitchen, you spotted the plate of waffles on the counter, and dove for them, grabbing the dish and darting out.

As soon as BEN figured out your plan, he was leading you. He dragged you past the long table, ignoring all the moans and complaints about the last waffles being taken unfairly, up the staircase, down the hall, and shoved you into his room. You barely managed to hold onto the plate, but somehow the waffles were just fine, despite the lack of syrup or butter.

He snatched the plate from you and started scarfing the waffles, not as fast as you had, but pretty damn fast. You were almost afraid he would choke, which was why you took the plate from him, feeling guilty as he uttered a low moan of complaint through the mouthful of breakfast food.

You laughed as he reached for the plate and made a grabbing motion, almost like a small child. It was cute. He swallowed the mouthful of food and whined, purposely looking up at you through his lashes.

"You look like a girl when you do that." You stated, trying to keep a straight face.

BEN 'hmphed' in indignation.

You took a seat on his bed, placing the pate in your lap as you thought. BEN sat beside you, occasionally taking a waffle and stuffing it in his mouth. You two sat there in comfortable silence, the only exception was BEN's quiet munching sounds, which stopped when the plate was empty.

"You wanna go downstairs?" He asked quietly. You looked up with an unsure expression, and he studied your face for a moment before speaking again.

"They're not all like Jeff. Even he'll get used to you. You're an awesome person (y/n), I'm sure they'll love you."

You gave him a weak smile before looking down at your legs, noticing the thin fabric stretched so you could see the (s/c) skin underneath it.

BEN stood, offering you a hand up, which you gladly took.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" He gave you a dazzling grin, and that finally convinced you.

With a friend like this at your side, nothing could possibly hurt you.

Not even that lidless prick.