Guardian of the Proxy (Ben Drowned story)

Chapter 33

A few days passed since the fight and there are no news from Jeff. I was in Taylor's house and she insisted I took some of her Taco Bell leftovers. I don't like Taco Bell that much but I took it anyway. I arrived home and was serving myself some juice until something fell from the cabinet. I went down to pick it up and saw that it was cat food.

Aw, I remember Blue. My ex-cat. He passed a few months ago. He was the best pet. I remember crying a lot when he died.

Wait....I can have fun with this. I'm not eating the burrito, but I know somebody who will definitely will. Rest in peace, Blue.

I took out the burrito and opened it, taking out the meat. I opened the wrapping of the cat food and smudged it on the burrito. I closed it and did the same with the other burrito. I decided to finally give Ben a call. I mean, I am home alone anyway. I took out my phone and dialed his phone number.

"Yo, what's up?"

He answered really quick.

"Hello, Ben. I got Taco Bell for leftover and I'm full. Do you want it?" I inquired. I heard a strange noise from the other line. "I'll be over there now," he said as he hung up. I placed my phone on the floor and took a step back.

Wow, this is straight evil.

Meh, it's Ben.

I saw my phone turning completely white and Ben getting out of it. "Where's the Taco Bell?" he asked.

"Hello to you too. I love you too, honey," I crossed my arms. "Aw, sorry, babe. I love Taco Bell," he embraced me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "It's there," I pointed towards the counter. "Neat," he responded as he walked towards the Taco Bell bag. He took out a burrito and examined it. Will he know.....? Nah. Probably not. I hope.

He took a bite from it and began munching. I pinched my arm so I could try not to laugh. "Bleh," he spat, "what the FUCK,"

"What—?" I managed to question.

"This tastes like SHIT," he said.

"Probably because it's cold. Come on, there's a microwave in there," I remarked. He placed the burrito in the microwave and closed it. "How much time?" he asked. "10 seconds," I answered.

Ten seconds later he got the burrito out and jumped. "FUCK THIS IS HOT,"

The burrito fell on the counter as I tried really hard not to laugh. "Now, this'll be a good burrito," he said, taking a bite from it. He munched a few times and spat it out. "It still tastes like shit! What the FUCK, Elise?"

"What—? It's not my fault! I don't work at Taco Bell!"

"Bleh," he kept spitting as he threw the burrito in the trash.

"Come on, try the other one, it'll probably taste better,"

"Fine," he said as he grabbed it and placed it in the microwave. When he got it out he took a bite and went over to throw up in the sink.

"Hey—!" I yelled.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, ELISE? IT TASTES LIKE JEFF'S AND EJ'S MIXED SHIT—"

"How do you know how—"

"It TASTES like shit, Elise. What the fuck?"

"Well, yeah. You must be the only one that eats cat food, huh?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I know— wait, YOU WHAT?"

I began laughing uncontrollably. "I put cat food in the burritos."

"I DON'T PURR , BITCH, I DON'T PURR."

"Don't call me that—" I said. Ben crossed both of his arms and smirked. "What if I do, Queen Elsa?"

I let out a gasp and placed my hand over my chest. "How dare you?!"

I ran over and grabbed a cup, filling water in it and walking towards Ben. "Say one more thing, and this'll go over you,"

Ben let out a fake gasp. "Oh, no! Please don't. Have mercy!"

I poured the water and just when I did, the boy teleported away and the water fell on the kitchen floor. "You thought that was honestly gonna work on me? Please, I'm already used to it due to Jeff doing it all the time," I heard Ben scoff behind me. I turned around. "Get the mop, because you're cleaning the floor. And look at the kitchen table! It's a mess! It's covered with burritos!" I scolded. "It's your own fault. If you wouldn't have pranked me, this wouldn't have happened," Ben smirked, raising an eyebrow. He has a point. And I hate to admit it, but he's right. But I won't tell him that.

"Liar! You have pranked me before and I don't make messes like these!" I remarked.

"Yeah, because I clean them right after." His smirk grew wider.

Okay, now he really is lying. I'm the one who cleans the mess. He's doing this to tease me. Maybe I should freeze his hand. Hah.....

"Fine, I'm sorry. I'll clean it...."

I grabbed a napkin and cleaned the burrito and the cat food off the table. I threw it all in the trash can as Ben watched me with narrowed eyes. "I'm sorry—" I sniffed. Ben walked towards me and nuzzled my hair. "Hey, don't worry, it's okay. I'm the one who should be so—" I quickly grabbed his hands as they slowly started to become cold. I smirked. His eyes widened as I pulled my hands away from his. "Elise! My hands!"

"Goodbye," I waved at him as I walked upstairs. I walked towards my room and glanced at myself in the mirror. I began brushing my hair as I looked down and picked up a hair tie. When I looked back into the mirror, I could've seen Ben behind me, but he looked angry. And that looked scary. "Elise...."

I dashed away as my eyes widened. "Um, Ben— I'm sorry,"

"Oh," he began,"you will be."