How To and How Not To Survive Creepypasta™

BENDrowned

How Not To Survive BEN Drowned

'Dear Y/N,

Your mother and I are going on a business trip until Friday, there's money on the kitchen counter. Please keep safe and call us if there is an emergency

Love P/N (Parent Name)'

"House all to myself," you smile taking in the air. You walk downstairs because you want to get the money your parents left, it's exactly $/£20, not including your pocket money. It's Monday so you've got the rest of the week home alone, besides from when you're at school. Your friend (Name) gave you a game last week and you've been wanting to try it out, it's called Majora's Mask and it has something to do with The Legend Of Zelda which you love. You walk to the living room and place to cartridge inside the gaming system. You knew about the whole BEN Drowned crap but you weren't a superstitious person so you didn't believe in all of that Creepypasta.

-Time Skip-

"What the fudge?" You raise an eyebrow as the words 'You Shouldn't Have Done That' appeared on your screen then you laughed remembering that was BEN's quote. Your smile turned into a frown when your screen began to glitch and BEN's face appeared off and on.

Well I'm never taking anything off F/N again. You thought, not taking your eyes off of the game. A static sound almost made your ears bleed. You shut your eyes and blocked them, the sound dying out. After a minute or so, you opened your eyes and unblocked your ears feeling a presence in front of you. You gapsed and your E/C eyes widened.

In front of you, was a boy who looked your age yet he was quite short, he had pale skin, never-ending black eyes with small red pupils and long blonde hair. He was wearing a green tupic, green trousers a green hat and a smug smirk. BEN Drowned.

You stared at him with absolute shock and awe. He drew out his sword, his smirk widening. His long sword closing in on you until it was an inch away from your neck. A part of you thought this would turn into a fanfic, where BEN thinks your beautiful and can't kill you then you go to Slender's mansion and stuff.

"Pl-Please d-don't ki-kill me," you managed to breath out.

"Why not?" He challenged. You trembled trying you think of an excuse.

"I'm a b-big fan."

"Oh Y/N," he cut a stand of your H/L H/C hair before drawing his sword back, you took a deep breath and smiled at him. "You shouldn't have done that."

BAM! 

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How To Survive BEN Drowned

"Hey Y/N," your best friend F/N called. You turned around and grinned as your friend speed walked up to you. She/He began blabbing on about random shiz until something she said urked you.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow.

"My aunt is coming to town."

"No before that," you said.

"I found Majora's Mask, you know the game you said didn't exist and if it did you wanted it." She/He reminded.

"Nu-Uh!" You nudged him/her, not believing what they said.

"Yes! Look," your friend pulled out a small cartridge from his/her pocket, on the back, it said 'Majora's Mask.'

"Oh crap!" You yelled, people in the hallway looking at you weirdly. You blushed with embarressment before turning you attention back to your friend.

"So here you go. Your late/early birthday present," she/he beamed.

"Oh heck no! I'm not getting killed!" You yelled before running off, leaving your friend there.

Classes went by quickly and before you knew it, school had finished. You gathered your stuff before leaving with your pouting friend.

"But I bought it for you," she/he whined.

"Shut the fudge up!" You scream. She/he pouts and sighs dramatically, placing it in your coat pocket. 

"Okay, you take it, we'll play it together at your house," she/he emphasised on the word 'together.' You thought about it for a minute then nodded.

"If I die, I'm taking you with me," you calm down.

-Time Skip-

You stuffed the popcorn in your mouth, as F/ N sat next to you, watching the screen as you played Majora's Mask.

"Nothing bad will happen, it's just Creepypasta, it's a myth," she/he assured you. You nodded, but you still had a feeling that it wasn't just Creepypasta.

You began playing and everything went fine until a textbox appeared.

'You've met a terrible fate haven't you?'

You froze.

"It's just part of the game," your friend reassured you. "Don't pa-"

"NO! Stay here!" You demand as you run to the kitchen and back, a lighter in your hand. You violently grab to cartridge and stomp to the garden, throwing it on the floor, you set it alight and let out a relieve sigh.

"Jesus," F/N mumbles.