I never realized how much I used this 'Rachal'
Anyway, in short, this is a possible outcome of what could happen if one was stuck in a room with Ben.
And the title of course suggests how long it would be...
Rachal blinked and lifted her head slowly. Her head hurt badly...
That's right. There was someone... Someone dressed in black...
Rachal tried to recall what had just happened, but it was no use.
Slowly, she got up. The room was fully and completely white. There was a two-seated white couch, a white microwave... white walls, ceiling, closet, drink, even white meat...
Rachal turned around to sit on the couch, and then she saw green. It was Ben Drowned.
How did he get there?
And... How did she get here? There aren't any doors around anywhere!
But Ben was standing still, and with that cheese, creepy smile. How did he get turned to a statue? Rachal watched as he stood, slowly drying off.
There was a click that echoed off the walls. Then a voice, neither male nor female echoed:
"You are stuck in here for 24 hours."
24 hours? Just her and Ben? How is that possible?
I guess, at least she doesn't have to worry about getting hurt... :/
She saw Ben slowly come back to life, and he stumbled a little, like he was catching himself. Then he looked around the room, looking very confused.
"Wha-" then he noticed Rachal. "Hey Rachal... What happened here?"
Rachal shook her head a little. "I don't know... But someone said we were here for 24 hours..."
"Is there anything else?" Ben asked curiously.
"No, that's all I heard."
Ben looked like he was thinking a bit, then let out a little smile. "Then I guess we have nothing better to do than just wait out the 24 hours. I suppose we'll find out what to do then."
Ben took a seat next to Rachal, a little closer than she would have wanted him to. Her leg bumped against his, which gave her an excuse to shift over a little.
"It's going to get very boring though..." Rachal realized that Ben filled in the tiny gap she made so their legs bumped again. Rachal shifted over to the armrest.
"I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves..." Ben smirked at Rachal.
Oh no. She's going to have to deal with him... For 24 hours.
Rachal was leaning against a pillow, which was slightly in the way of her getting closer to the armrest. She picked it up and put it in between her and Ben... It was just an idea that happened as it did.
To her dismay, Ben picked up the pillow and threw it a little aside, off the couch.
He saw Rachal watching, and smiled. "What? It's a throw pillow!"
Rachal smiled just a little. "Was that fun?"
"Sure it was!" He handed her the other white pillow.
Rachal threw it. It landed a little farther than his not-so-far-thrown pillow.
Ben rustled Rachal's hair. "Haha, you beat me!"
Rachal giggled a little, and happily swatted his hand away, to fix her now messed up hair.
