BEN Drowned | Hopes And Dreams

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I was running.

From what, I don't know.

But the moment he called my name, I bolted. Something about the tone of the man's voice sent shivers running down my spine.

No one should've known me. Specially not here in Sweden. I'm wearing a disguise for
Pete's sake!

I maneuvered through the thick crowd of Swedish people, I can feel the man hot on my trail as I dodged an incoming bike my way.

The rider cursed in their language—or that's what I would assume they'd do when an idiot nearly ran them over while riding their back.

But if y'all wanna keep things R-13 then the rider of the bike told me happy birthday. And I thanked him.

Moving on.

I was finally seeing a clearing from the thick crowd and as I reached my hand out for the empty streets, a body collided to mine and we were stumbling on the park's floor aimlessly.

We stopped with an awkward grunt with the man on top of me. My eyes wide as another set hidden behind a very thick sunglasses gazes into mine.

I could see my blue eyes on the man's sunglasses, he looked somehow tanner than our Jeff. His hair a bit less greasy, his mouth—wait.. There's no slit. Why didn't I notice it before? This man didn't have a slit. It couldn't have been Jeff.

But.. if he isn't Jeff, then who—

He took room of his glasses. Sapphire eyes gazes into mine. My eyes widened.

"You.." I choked, and he looked pained and apologetic for a second, "You have really pretty eyes."

His eyebrows raised, the expression he once showed crumbled within seconds. "You.. Ben, you dumbass!" He barked, snarling at my face.

This.. voice. This attitude.

"Holy shit, it really is you!" He got off of me, dusting his white cotton hoodie before averting my gaze. I stood on my own, gaping at the man in front of me.

"Jeffrey?"

His eyebrows scrunched in disapproval as he sent me another glare. "Holy shit, it is! Only Jeff could glare like that! But dude, dude.. What the actual fuck? Where's your slit? Your.. Your eyes?! Your hair ain't even that greasy! Just what.. happened to you? How'd you even get to SWEDEN?!" I shrieked, and he winces.

"Ben.. Shut up, come on I.. work with me here, okay?"

"Only if you tell me what's happening."

—

"Dude.. Where are we?"

The place is walled with floor-to-ceiling windows, tinted so dark, you couldn't see from the inside. It was just a small hut, but you'd know that it didn't belong to the poor.

There were no doors anywhere, it was just.. all windows.

"You'll see." Jeff murmured as we followed the girl she was with earlier. She whispered something under her breath as she stood before the small hut.

The ground beneath us shook, but what got me bamboozled like a dog with new tech, is that the trees and our surroundings remained.. stagnant. A word I learned from Slenderman.

"Jeff—"

"Relax. I trust her." I couldn't argue with that.

Jeff rarely trusts anyone anymore ever since T—