I've seen terrible stories like this and wanted to write a good, entertaining one. Ask Jeff or Ben any truths or dares to do at the Creepypasta mansion. They'll do anything really, they're bored asf.
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Jeff laughed at the notification while Ben blushed and covered his face in his hands.
"I knew it, your gay as fuck, aren't you?" Jeff accused while laughing.
"Ahhhh!!" Ben exclaimed as he rolled off the couch and landed on the floor.
"I knew there was something going on," Ben admitted.
"What? What on earth are you talking about?" Jeff asked.
"Wellll," Ben said hesitantly as he sat up on his heels and looked up at Jeff.
"There was this weird tension going on while I was... attempting... to do the dare. I thought it was just because we never hung out just the two of us." Ben shrugged and then let out a small squeal.
"H-He had just woken up! H-His hair, his voice..." Ben trailed off, remembering they're encounter.
"Is Jack even gay? Does he even like guys? How am I supposed to do this!" Ben complained.
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Don't know. It's your dare, after all, you have to do it." Jeff put his hands up and Ben glared at him.
"Well, your no help whatsoever," Ben mumbled.
"Just go for it when you feel that tension thing you were talking about."
Ben contemplated.
...
"Mmmm-fine!" Ben stood up and headed for Jack's room.
"What are you going to say?" Jeff called after him as he went up the stairs.
"I don't know!" Ben exclaimed as he got to the door, not knowing what to say. Just winging it has gone okay so far for him.
He knocked on the door.
*knock, knock, knock*
He heard some movement and then heard the fridge open. Ben could imagine Jack quickly downing a kidney before shuffling over to the door.
Why are all these dares just plain weird or peoples ships kissing?
Ben thought as Jack held the doorknob. It opened and Ben held his breath.
"Oh, hey." Jack greeted him and Ben gulped.
"So, I ate my sandwich last night. I was too damn tired to even open my eyes. It tasted very strange. Care to explain why?" Jack asked as he leaned against his door frame, holding the frame tightly. The muscles in his arm showed as he squeezed the wood, probably to intimidate Ben, but it only made his gaydar go up.
