How Jeff got out of Mt. Ebott was a mystery in itself. The bigger problem is where to look for his blond, faceless best friend.
That was the biggest roadblock if the story were to continue. And without any leads, he was stuck here. Unless..
No, the author has nothing.
"Fucking great." Jeff groaned, his eyes glaring at the road ahead; both side doesn't show any living life form. "Just fffreaking great." He let out an exasperated sigh, pulling onto his head as if that would make anything bett-
"Stuck?" A deep voice of elegancy spoke.
Jeff jumped on his spot, his head whipped immediately to a figure centimeters away from him, how he didn't see him was a mystery in on itself, but the man was.. well..
Great, a dweeb. Jeff worded the precise description.
The man was wearing a robe, a black robe atop his all plain black turtle neck and jeans. He—as Jeff perceives—even had contact lenses of the color silver for the irises and black for the sclera, or the white thing in your eyes.
His hair the same color of Jeff's, only with streaks of maroon in them. Jeff perked suddenly as an idea invades his thoughts.
"Hey, did you happen to see-"
"No."
Jeff frowned, his eyes glaring at the man, "What.. How did you even know what I was about to ask?"
"You are looking for Benjamin, are you not?"
His entire posture broke as he turned to face the man, "You-How did you-!"
"I am a dweeb, was I not?" He was clearly being sarcastic, but what bothered Jeff the most was his knowledge of Ben.
"Who are you?" Jeff questioned, to which the man smirked to as a response. He turned his attention in front, at literally nowhere.
"I am what everyone needs, but does not want."
Jeff let out the loudest gasp possibly, "Are you a pet rock?!"
The man frowned, "That is what children wants."
"You don't know that." Jeff said, his arms crossed, obviously forgetting the important matter.
The man sighed, "Do you want to find Benjamin or not?"
Jeff's eyes widened at the realization of his missing friend. "HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?"
The man continued to frown, but he paid no attention to Jeff's entire being. "I did not."
Jeff followed the man's frown, "What's the point of talking to you the—"
"But," the man interjected, shooting Jeff a glare that made his blood drain from his body, "I do know where he might be."
If Jeff had ears similar to a dog's, it would've perked by now, "Where—"
"But what is the point of telling you, correct?"
"Okay, now you playin'. I ain't got time for games, man."
The man didn't bother hiding the cringe on his face as he said, "You need education."
"And you need help with style. No one wears robes anymore!" Jeff countered frustratedly.
"You are being extremely immature."
Jeff gasped audibly, "Excuse me?" He shrieked in such a high-pitched tone, "Bitch, take that ba—"
"Jeff, what're you—" the two turned their heads to the direction of the voice to see a blonde with blue eyes, gawking.
"Death?" She questioned.
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BEN Drowned | Hopes And Dreams
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