BEN Drowned | Hopes And Dreams

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The hot cup of tea fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. Its warmth sending a rather comforting heat through it, the steam it was emitting contrasts with the one I was blowing.

"Ben? Are you even listening?" Slenderman spoke from across the table, eyeing me with those nonexistent eyes.

"Not really." I admitted, gazing at the goat-shaped cup in my hand.

"I'm sorry. I should've given you a different cup." The woman spoke and I shook my head, still gazing at the cup.

"No, it's okay. Sooner or later.. I'm gonna have to face these kind of facts." I took a pause, caressing the hot mug, "Even if I don't like it.." the warmth it was emitting enveloped the palm of my hand, sending a warmth I had longed for missed.

"Benj-"

"So, why Sweden?" I interjected almost immediately before Slenderman could even finish.

The room fell silent as they shared glances with each other, making me feel left out. "I got a feeling that I wouldn't like the reason."

"You wouldn't.." Slenderman trailed off, his long fingers playing with his mug.

"But..?"

He took a long sigh, the atmosphere around us smiling sorrowfully. "But you deserve to know it."

There was silence-an awkward one, might I add-that followed shortly afterwards. "Jeffrey will tell you."

Jeff's normal-looking eyes widened(which makes it creepy for me, how normal it looks). "Why m-" he took a deep breath as the atmosphere tensed.

"Flowey's here in Sweden." A tendril smacked the raven dude across his head, making him spill the coffee he was holding. "Fucking sh- WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?" Jeff shrieked, blue eyes glaring into Slendy's nonexistent ones.

"You did not have to be that blunt."

"You told me to fucking tell him!" Jeff shrieked, the woman-whom the author had long forgotten the name of-calmed Jeffrey down.

"Wait.. hold up. What do you mean he's here?"

"What Jeffrey meant is.." Slenderman trailed off, the air in the room slowly choking the vocabulary out of me. "He'll make an appearance here."

- -

Midnight came and we were strolling through Sweden's sidewalk gracefully.

As hecking weird as it sounds, the woman, whose name was now Mika, a corrupted angel; turned even Slenderman, into a normal human.

Since we couldn't quite call him Slenderman whilst in this form of hallucination, he was given the name Sebastian.

"Slend-I mean, Sebastian.." The name rolled off bitterly on my tongue, "Where exactly are we going?"

Slenderman's unusual silver eyes gaze into my blue ones. "I do not know, precisely. But we are trying to bait him towards us."

"And you think he's stupid enough to fall for that?"

"No.. but I do know he cannot resist this." From whatever the hell he pulled it out from, a steaming, freshly baked butterscotch-cinnamon pie rests perfectly still at the palm of the slender man.

Its sweet aroma drifted through the air, making our stomachs grumble.

"You know, the only one you're baiting is my stomac-"

"Ursäkta mig min, herre." A little boy, whose clothes looked a bit too vintage for today's modern world; with dirtied cheeks and tousled locks, appeared out of an alleyway. Looking a bit too thin for his age. (Excuse me, sir.)