"Damian . . ." You choked. "What do I do?"
"I don't know." He sighed before standing up and pulling the plug. "I guess that worked."
"I guess . . ." You sighed.
"Maybe your tv is just on the fritz." Damian said. He dropped the book onto your desk and left your room. You stared at the tv and took a step towards it.
"I don't know who you are, or why you're mad. But I'm sorry." You said before putting a sheet over the screen. You grabbed clothes from you closet and slid into your bathroom where you put on sweatpants and a tank top. After getting dressed you sat down on your bed and stared at the tv. You looked up at the posters on your wall trying to distract yourself from the odd events. Your eyes scanned multiple poster and drawing of bands and games you liked until they stopped on an evolution of link poster. You smiled slightly, link had always been a personal favorite of yours. The way he never spoke made him a mystery but also made you feel closer to the character. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin when you heard shuffling coming from your tv. You slowly turns your head to see a hand coming out from under the sheet.
"D-D-Damian!!" You screamed. But you knew there was no point. He was probably already asleep. You picked up the baseball bat you kept next to your bed and back as far as you could.
"Y-you've met with a terrible fate haven't you?" The voice glitched. Not stuttered, glitched. You felt adrenaline run through you as you swung the bat up and tried to strike what was under the sheet. There was a thud and you looked down to see a boy tangled in the sheet staring up at you with red eyes. He let out a quirky grin and rolled over onto his back. He grabbed your ankle and let out a childish laugh.
"And the counter resets."
~
You woke up and rubbed your eyes so see the boy sitting in the edge of your bed reading the book Damian had been reading earlier. You whimpered and tried to reach for your bat, unfortunately it wasn't there.
"This book is amazing." The boy said as he turned the page. You nodded and realized he wasn't looking at you.
"Y-yeah." You stuttered. The boy smiled and closed the book, carefully setting it down on the bed.
"You know, I was supposed to kill you." He said simply. "But seeing your room makes me want to play more games."
You looked at the boy with complete fear.
"Kill me?" You asked.
"Oh I'm sorry." He said standing up and walking to the side of the bed. He held out a hand and smiled a goofy smile. "I'm BEN, BEN Drowned. All caps. But you can call me Ben." He tilted his head and let his smile consume his face. "I work for slenderman!" He added.
"(Y/n)-"
"(Y/n) (L/n)." Ben smiled. "Yeah I know."
