I ran back to the door, hoping that it would open but much to my dismay, it did not. I was locked up.
"Shit!" I cursed, realizing I could not get out of here anytime soon.
The flickering of lights was really irritating and it was hard to see straight. Why was this happening? Why was Ben doing this to me?
"Ben, please stop!" I pleaded.
Miraculously, the flickering of lights stop. Huh, looks like Ben listens to me after all. The door, however, was still locked as before. Looks like I'm gonna stay here for a while. I could ask Ben though to open the door... but nahh, I came here for a reason. I would figure how to get out later.
Shakily, I went down the stairs that led me further into the basement. I can't deny the fact that I'm shitless scared of what's going to happen but I had to find something, anything that could tell me about Ben.
Oh God, what if I meet my death down to here? What if Ben would kill me here or something....?
I shook my head, no he said he loved me and I'm pretty sure he meant it, I mean why else would he kill Drew. But thinking again, I don't think it's love though, rather a selfish obsession. Psychopaths don't love, or do they?
I remembered a story of psychopath who killed the girl he loved cause she didn't love him back, and kept her dead body in his basement. Thinking about this while I was in a basement with Ben being around just seemed all the more terrifying.
It's alright... Ben is not gonna kill me.... he's not gonna kill me.... I was trying not to go all apeshit due to my fear. Shit, where was I supposed to go? I really don't know what rooms I should search in for. I went inside one of the rooms but there was nothing more than old furniture in here so I left for the second room. This room had shelves full of repairing tools and other appliances such as saws, hammers, screw drivers, and tons of nails. Imagine Ben appearing here with a saw out of nowhere. I shuddered at the thought and decided to go the next room.
This time I was luckier. Old toys of mine and Daryl's were piled up, already dusty from the long-time neglect. I told my mom to give those away but she never did and I wonder why. Oh well at least there's a possibility of finding something here.
I scrambled through the toys which were all piled into a carton and started searching. There were my old toys, I didn't have a lot of dolls cause I hated dolls and mostly stuck with boyish toys like my brother. That reminds me, I also had an Nintendo 64. Maybe it's here somewhere? I searched for it but couldn't find it anywhere. Maybe I gave it away. Among all the useless toys I still have, I don't have my Nintendo 64. Seriously.
I sighed and decided to give it up and continue searching for the love letter Ben supposedly gave me before. I scanned through some of the papers which mostly had my drawings on it until I found a strangely familiar (your favourite color) notebook. It looks very very familiar. I picked it up to open it.
Oh my god. This was my fucking diary before. I had kept one to improve my writing and reading skill in school. Hmm... maybe I can find something about Ben here. I started reading it.
DEAR DIARY. I AM EXCITED TO GO TO SCHOOL. I AM PRACTIZING WRITING FOR SCHOOL. DARYL GOES TO SCHOOL. HE LOOKS VERY SMART.
I face palmed upon reading this. Oh god, I seriously wrote like that before. What the actual fuck. I decided to skip those that were irrelevant, watching for entries that had Ben in them. Plus, the constant capitalizing of letters made my head ache.
I SAW A BOY CRYING TODAY. HE LOOKED VERY SAD. HIS NAME WAS BEN. HE WAS CRYING BECAUSE PEOPLE DONT LIKE HIM. I TALKED TO HIM AND WE BECAME FRIENDS. HIS IDOL IS LINK FROM LEGEND OF ZELDA. I HAVE LEGEND OF ZELDA GAMES IN MY HOUSE SO WE WENT HOME AND PLAYED.
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Zelda (Ben drowned X reader)
FanfictionI don't believe in the paranormal. Especially not if they exist in a game. Ben isn't real... it's just some hacker messing around with me. Or even worse , a stalker... but still... judging by the things that happen around me, it doesn't seem like th...