Those Eyes... Ben Drowned x Reader

Part 3-DAAYYUUMM MOM! YOU GOTZ SOME SKITTLES!!!

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  No one said anything. It seemed as if Father Time had stopped time just to watch this moment go down. You looked from Ben to your mother and back. You could practically see the static shooting from their eyes. Ben's eyes seemed to glow a brighter shade of red and your mom's eyes were turning red.

Wait..Her eyes are turning red? Holy shit! SHE'S A VAMPIRE!!! Burn her. Burn that bitch at the stake.

  Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, she screeched like a banshee and ran towards you two at a superhuman speed. Ben's facial expression said that he was about to shit his pants. She tackled him onto the ground and grabbed onto his neck. He started choking and coughing.

"YOU SON OF BITCH! YOU TRIED TO RAPE MY DAUGHTER! I WORKED HARD FOR HER YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" She growled and slapped him hard across the face.

Oooo! Get wrecked!

  She grabbed your knife off of the floor and held it onto his neck. She started laughing maniacally and threw her head back. When you said your mom was psychotic, you actually meant it. She was put in an insane asylum when she was 15.

"Maybe I should stop this..." You thought. Mistress didn't seem to like your idea.

DON'T! It's about to get good!

Whenever there's a knife in your mom's hand, you know that blood is going to be spilled. You got on the bed and jumped off onto her back. She cursed loudly and tried to rip you off. You held your hand stiffly in the air and brought in down onto her neck.

"Bmo chop!" You yelled as she fell onto the floor, twitching and drooling. Strange noises emitted from her throat. Ben scrambled off of the floor and hid behind you, shaking.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HER PROBLEM?!" He yelled, pointing at your twitching mother. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "She's fucking insane!"

You should've known since her daughter tried to kill you. Not to mention that she also has a conscience that can control her.>:3

"Hahahaha! She is insane. Psychotic more like it." You looked down at him, smiling innocently.

"Don't give me that fucking look, (y/n)! You're probably more psychotic than she is!" He backed away from me. You grabbed the knife off of the floor and held it in your hands.

"Why would you say that, Benny-Wenny?" You twirled the knife in between your fingers, taking a few steps closer towards him when he walked back.

"First off, put the knife away. Second, don't call me 'Benny-Wenny'." He mimicked my voice. You growled louder than you've ever growl and gripped the knife hard. He squeaked quietly. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! The look on your face! It was PRICELESS!" You rolled around the floor, laughing. Ben scoffed and walked back towards your mother.

"Yeah, thanks for scaring the piss out of me, (Y/N)." He said, dissatisfied. He kicked her lightly on the side. "Now, what are we going to with this thing?" You picked her up and wrapped arms around your neck, giving her a piggy back ride. She was really light. Even psychopaths need to stay in shape.

"I'll take her to her room. You stay in here and clean up. Make it seem like nothing happened in here. Quickly!" You ordered him and walked out of the room and into your mom's room. It smelled like cinnamon and fabric softener. You placed the covers over her and sniffed them.