You want to play a game? (BEN drowned x reader)

Confessions

As he turned, you gasped and started to tremble harder. His former blue eyes and turned black with red pupils and a reddish black thick liquid poured from his eyes. You pulled the blanket higher and winced as he turned back again.

"what...are you..?" You whimpered. He winced "A boy who had met a terrible fate" he said in a normal volume, making it easy to hear, that his voice echoed and distorted at times. He looked at the console "I was bounded in the damn cartridge for what I think to be more than 6 years" he said, his voice being more static and echoing more.

You flinched and hesitantly nodded "but... how? and why?" He sighed and took of his hat, fidgeting with it "I don't know why... or how. I... Drowned when I was 12, but somehow I was brought into the game as a statue, and every time someone used this cartridge and played an own file or tried to delete mine, I drowned again... and again" His voice breaking and he clenched the hat "It filled me with more and more hate... drowning is terrible..." you felt it running down your spine coldly at the thought of drowning yourself.

His rather calm voice distorted more and more "anyways... you're the fifth holder of this cartridge. The four before you couldn't care less to help me or at least stop playing after I warned them repeatedly... and they drowned me repeatedly" BEN said in a sour tone making you flinch.

"You're the first one... the first one who first played my file. You didn't drown me, so I contacted you, if you'd help me" You nodded and lent forwards "but how did you controlled my Laptop and Phone?" He chuckled "electricity. I was able to change my vessel via the charger" 

You eyes him "and you didn't made this up?" He looked up and turned to you "Do you really think I'm just a random person, faking it all?" He asked with a hint of a growl. He folded his arms and his eyes narrowed. You quickly shook your head "No but... if you were 12... why are you looking like 20 or something?"

He chuckled "I aged inside the cartridge. I'm theoretically just as old as I'd be if I hadn't died" you thought about what he said "you have been in there for more than 6 years... but do you know how long exactly?" He shook his head "Not really..."

He sighed and held his head "I'm so screwed..." he whispered. You felt sorry for him "what do you mean?"