Creepypasta Interactions/Reactions and x Reader

Boredom Strikes

I sat on the couch. Upside down. Letting the blood rush to my head. It was working, sorta. It has been three weeks since my kidnapping, and I've been permitted to visit my family every Wednesday. I'm not allowed to talk or see my friends, or Nick.

Which is ridiculous.

"You keep sitting like that, you're going to scramble your brains, sweetheart~" Ben cooed, though not looking up from the tv. He was playing Call of Duty Black Ops 2. Eeeehhhh......Evan is three, and has mild autism. He can kick my ass at that game, and he can't even form proper sentences.

The adorable bastard. But back to the present. "What if I want to scramble my brains? Huh, Elf Boy?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I wish I hadn't even thought of saying them. "What did you call me?" the digital ghost growled calmly. He had paused his game. Something he never does.

I'm screwed.

Annnd instead of playing off like I didn't just call the blonde an elf, I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked- though I was a little frightened. He was a Creepypasta. One that specializes in driving his victims insane and causing them to commit suicide.

He was my babysitter for the day.

"You heard me," I replied in a sassy woman's voice that came from New Orleans. Ahhh~ I just love voice acting, don't you, Reader-san?

A low rumble finally registered into my ears, pulling me from my little "daydream" session. The fu-

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Screw you for the time being.

Then, out of nowhere, Ben lunged at me. Causing me to fall off the couch. Onto the floor, Ben straddling my hips. He seemed to be enjoying straddling me though.

"GET OFF, YOU PERVERTED ELF!!" I screeched. I clawed at his face and body and arms...basically everything. Ben tried and succeeded in grabbing my wrists and pinning me down. He smirked down at me, tilting his head.

"Ya'know," BEN Drowned began, "you can look adorable when you're not mouthing off, sweetheart~" I could feel my eye twitch at his comment. I am not one of your stupid little video games! I'm a living, breathing, sane human being! Well....compared to everyone in the mansion, I'm pretty sane. I think. I haven't asked anyone yet.

"Get off!" I yelled. I struggled underneath him, literally wanting nothing to do with the dead 12 year old. That was actually around 17 or something, but died at age twelve...yeeeah. I do not understand this little fuckers age. Or anyone's really. Just another day in the life of moi~~

"Nah, I don't think I'm going to move from this spot aaaall day, sweetie~" With that, Ben, very abruptly, fell on top of me and nuzzled into my neck. Causing me to cringe. "Ben! Ben, get off!" I pushed against him with my chest- as awkward as it was- since the blonde still held my wrists above my head. "Mmm~" he murmured, and being me, I blushed a bit, knowing where he was getting at.

"No. Don't even imagine any fantasies, you sick fuck," I growled. "I'm just trying to get you off of me." Ben sighed heavily, moving around a little so that his head was on my chest- que de la volcano exploding under my skin called a prominent blush. His grip had slackened and he looked relaxed. Like he was sleeping.

Okay, okay. I'll admit he did look adorable while he slept, but I, in no way, like like Ben. I don't even consider him a possibility. Nah-ah. You BEN Drowned fanatics reading this can have him!

He was less annoying when he was asleep. Hardly recognizable with his mouth shut, he was. Smiling a bit, I allowed myself to get lost in the deepest, darkest depths of my mind. Forgetting my current life situation, I smiled at the memories of Scarlett and Evan falling asleep after I rocked them for what seemed like hours. They were so young, and with Ben asleep, he looked half his age. A blonde, boy, ghost, elf version of Sally almost.