Playing a game with killers in the closet (BEN & Jeff x Male! Reader)

The un-scareable and un-shakeable (male version)

Male version of "Playing a Game with Killers".

Hope you like it ~❤️

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(Y/N)s POV

Walking home just like every other day was a boring process. I didn't really like it very much. It was boring and when it wasn't, the world was against me. Whether it be the bullies or the rain.

School felt longer today than any others. It was different. More.. Annoying than usual. Like the world was trying to tell me something. What that was? I have no idea. It's not like I can predict the future or anything right? Wrong. I am known to have a sixth sense.  A weird add on the can tell me certain things. Whether it be if a presence is near me or if something bad was gonna happen. It was vague and I usually dismissed it but it was there and highly abnormal. I could tell.

Maybe that was the work of my sixth sense too? Weird huh?

Anyway, this trek was nothing to be happy about. It was fall right now. Which meant it was cold. And not that it's a problem. It's just my clothes. My roommate, (f/n) refuses to do the laundry and now I am stuck in this cold weather in shorts as a t-shirt. Good thin they were light weight because anything to help me with my heavy book ah would be great.

"Oh hey, look it's nerdboy. Yo nerdboy! Wait up" of course. These guys. I couldn't help but grumble under my breath as a guy named Ronald and his three buddies rushed over.

These people are why I despise going to school. At all. I wasn't even ugly. At least I didn't think so. Maybe I was but I couldn't see it?... Nah, their words are getting to my head and I can't let them do that.

"Are you listening to me, nerd? Hey! I'm talking to you, you fucking weeaboo faggot." He said as he pushed me down. I didn't flinch. My bag and light sweater slid off my shoulders and I was shaking a bit as I looked down. Not shaking in sadness or holding back tears. No I don't do that unless i really care about something. It was because I was so angry...

"Come out of the closet, faggot? Do you know what we do to little, weak gay boys like you?" The biggest of the group brought his leg up and kicked me straight in the face. The blow hurt and got my nose and mouth. I was bleeding. A lot now. My big (e/c) eyes widened as I saw him go through my bag. That had my gym clothes and homework.

"Trash" he said. I struggled to get to my bag but I was held down but the other three guys. I tried my best to get free. If it was one guy or even two skinny ones, I could take them but I couldn't now. And with the pain in my face, it was even less likely.

Ronald threw my gym clothes into the street and then went to my homework and textbooks.

"Gay boy already took notes and did his homework. Such a innocent one huh?" He teased.

"I'm not even gay! Stop saying that!!" I yelled, clearly pissed

"Oh please. When you go home, you'll go cry to your boyfriend." He retorted spitefully before he began to rip pages out of my text book and all my books.

"I don't have money to replace that!" I gritted my teeth and just looked down. I let my (h/c) hair fall over my eyes as he did all of this. I couldn't stop him. I wanted to kill him. That's when I heard the sweetest voice that would be my savior. I never thought I'd here these words.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Courtney said. She marched over with her two best friends by her side. She was the popular girl in school. She wasn't exactly mean but not nice either unless you are her friend.

That feeling came back. Again.

I ignored it and they backed off. I shakily stood up and she helped me up. I thanked her and she smiled back at me. That was until something totally unexpected happened.