My Personal Virus (A BEN Drowned x Reader fanfic)

Jealous Over Photographs & Angry Over Words

(BEN)

The police were everywhere, they investigated the whole house only to find no signs of life. It's amusing really, looking at those stupid and unaware humans is enough to give me a smile. But I know there's something better than that, and what I mean is her. Oh, I loved her face when she saw her mother's dead head resting on her own hands, I loved her expression when she realized she didn't save her friends, seeing her suffer under my command surely gives me a good laugh. 

Eventually, the police had finally left the house finally leaving me alone in the shadows, once everything is done I'll be heading home and having my own fun. Swiftly I crept into [Name]'s bedroom, I smirked upon recalling my memories from her. Her annoyed face, her terrified expression, and her depressed state, I witnessed it all in this very room. Quickly I went over to her wardrobe with a bag I found randomly in the house, I stuffed all of her clothing and managed to fit it all in one tight bag. My attention was suddenly caught by the familiar jacket resting on her desk, it was folded so neatly.

I laughed, I laughed at how clueless [Name] can be. My hands gently grabbed the jacket that belonged to none other than me, she actually thought this belonged to that insignificant human that she fell for. It's no big deal, but that still made me incredibly amused. Slinging the jacket on my shoulder, I have decided to snoop around for her private possessions. Soon I found an album, I took a seat and finally flipped it opened. There I saw a picture of her as an infant, I found myself tracing the bold letters that were written below the photo.

"[Full Name]...what a lovely name, can't wait to delete her from existence"

I spoke to myself before chuckling. The next page showed pictures of her as a toddler, she had that smile plastered on her face at every photograph I see. I hated the fact I got jealous by just simply looking at these photos, I hated how she looked so happy, I hated the way she could be happy. I violently flipped to the second page in order to not get too stressed out, now there were pictures of her as a school kid. She still has that fucking smile on her face, it sickens me. Sooner I got bored of seeing her photographs of development until I saw the latest picture, I stared at the current [Name] with that familiar smile on her face.

Something was odd, there's something peculiar with this picture. I observed closer into the photo until realization struck me. Her smile, it was all fake. That's probably why it didn't make me frustrated. Suddenly I found myself removing the photograph from the album, I remained to stare at her, then my hand tucked the picture somewhere inside the bag. I continued snooping until I found a black notebook, I instantly thought it was a diary causing me to flip it right open. I grinned when I found my assumption to be right, my eyes landed on her unfamiliar handwriting.

Dear Diary,

I didn't know why I decided to own a diary but Carolyn insisted, she said it would help me deal with my mind and emotions. 

Today wasn't different, regular school day and stuff. I have homework to do but I chose to procrastinate and write random shit in this notebook that I now call my diary. I don't think there's something I should be writing about, maybe someday I'll have something to discuss.

~[Name]

I rolled my eyes upon reading a useless entry, still having hope I flipped into another page only to be greeted with no words. With a groan, I skimmed through the pages hoping to see something. I stopped when I saw another photograph of her on the back of the notebook, she was wearing a fitted black dress with some light makeup on her face, she was holding a glass of champagne with a smile that presented her teeth. The picture itself looked undeniably good, the way her eyes didn't look directly at me made me feel at ease, it was clear she was unaware that somebody has taken a photo of her. Eventually, I stole the photograph and shoved it inside the bag, I dropped the notebook and finally stood up.