BEN drowned x reader (Threads) [Complete]

CH.19 "to form"

"truth or dare?" a small ginger haired girl asked, glancing at you. "Truth" you replied rather confidently. Harper smiled, leaning back on her elbows. "Who's the worstly dressed in this room?" You snorted pointing at the tall boy laying on the couch, he was wearing black skinny jeans, socks, and a jussipaita hoodie. "obviously Lambert." you said, a dumb grin on your features. "what" was all he said. He was most likely not paying attention. "Truth or dare?" you asked him, ignoring his confusion. "Dare" he sighed. "peel a potato with your teeth" you suggested, grabbing a potato off the counter and tossing it to him. He just shrugged and did what he was dared. After peeling it all he filled a pan with water and put the potato inside. He set the pan on the stove and turned it on and just watched the water boil. "Truth or dare, Harper?" he asked her, eyes not leaving the water. "Dare" she smirked, she said dare every round obviously trying to be brave. "Okay. say "in bed" after every sentence." he said casually. "how long, in bed?" she groaned, gripping his sleeve. "an hour" he smiled. "goddamn it in bed!" she cried out, slumping back. You laughed. You could get use to this. Suddenly the door knob shook violently making you jump, Lambert gripped the handles of the burning pot and nodded at Harper who grabbed your wrist and shoved you in a closet. She then unlocked the door and opened it, being thrown back by a strong force. The sound of her fall made you jump and you kneeled down and looked through the shades of the closet. Harper was on the floor, looking very angry. She was glaring up at whatever threw her back. Lambert threw the pan at whoever it was, the simmering hot pan and the boiling hot water made them screech out and jump at him. You could finally see who it was. Though they didn't seem familiar. Long black tendrils were emitting from their back, pale white skin. They seemed to wear a suit and their legs were quite long. Odd. The tendrils struck at Lambert but he jumped out of the way and slid between the mans legs, crawling away. Harper got up and threw herself onto the mans back and began punching him before she was thrown off by a tendril. Lambert rolled into the man's legs making him stumble slightly but catch his balance, he then kicked Lambert aside and a tendril struck his side sharply. Lambert's side had been cut open and he started bleeding out, clutching the wound. You gasped, looking around in the closet for a weapon. You noticed the handle of a hammer with the initials of H.F, which you assumed was Harpers but you nonetheless picked it up and damn it was heavy but this was important so you mustered up all the strength you had and kicked open the door earning a questioning glance from Lambert and a confused glare from Harper. You looked at the man and swung the hammer, hitting him as he hissed. Suddenly the mans tendrils went back inside his back and he crawled away and left. You dropped the hammer, eyebrows scrunching. Lambert's face was pale and he looked up at you. Harper crawled over to him on her hands or knees, worry and concern was visible on her face. Her scared eyes rolled up to yours. You didn't know what to do. "Grab my phone and call the first person" Lambert grimaced, his voice weak and hands covered with his blood. You nodded and ran to the table doing as he said. "What do I say?" you asked hurriedly as the dial tone rang out. "I need special treatment, ask for help." he said, eyes closed. Whoever you called picked up, "Hello?" a female voice spoke. "Help-"