Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios (Fluff and Murder!) NEW PASTAS!

Round Two

BEN Drowned

It had been about a week. Walking past the Nintendo 64 and getting a little shiver each time. Wondering if you were imagining the sound of taps on your television. Curious to if you were already losing your sanity in the new living situation.

Not gaming really wasn't helping the sanity issue.

And sure! You could toss the old game, buy another, and go about your merry business. But something kept you. It begged you for another chance. It was... Odd. A draw to something that had creeped you out that much.

But on a slow Saturday afternoon, with nothing but you and the console, you gave in. Mind you, it took fifteen minutes of staring and waiting for the console to strike.

Once it was evident that you would not be attacked by the inanimate object, you hesitantly returned to the wall's outlet, plugging in the device, and booting it up.

Into the foreground spun Majora's Mask, and you clicked the appropriate button to reach the familiar account. "NEB."

Sighing with the return of a sickly insecurity, you managed to continue where you left off, though little had changed.

Right back where you were before. Clearing with boulders, and the realistic Link. It made zero sense, to be straight. This was no modern game. But fluidly, he brushed back his hair whilst laying on his back in the center of the clearing.

You could only stare, and eventually, you sat the controller down. There was no use when nothing on it worked.

Then, he glanced at you.

You immediately became rigid, sure that he was holding your stare. And in sync, both of you beaming the same hesitance, you two got to your feet. Well, he sort of ninja rolled onto his feet, but it's whatever.

You weren't sure what you were doing, but it was impulsive.

You both neared the screen, and he narrowed his eyes to see you, as though it was fuzzy.

His hand then raised, pausing just above his side of the veil, as if unsure to touch the glass. You too were unsteady in your mind, but so much of your fear had been replaced by a burning curiosity.

So you pressed your hand to the screen. First gently, and then it grew firm.

He followed suit. You could feel him.

Speaking of suit- Slenderman

You hadn't felt quite right since that night. It wasn't the lack of sleep, though you weren't getting any.

You felt a little numb to the world around you, less interested, and increasingly more absent. You were hardly eating, and that of everything was the most noticeable difference.

Nights came and past, and it began to feel like a sickness of the soul and spirit. Like it was steadily wilting and withering away. It was a terrifying thought, although you did not feel much anymore.

This night seemed to be the same, but as you curled in bed, you noted that you were instantly drowsy. That was a strange feeling after three days of being awake with hardly ten minutes naps in between.

No, tonight, you wanted to sleep.

Sparing a few moments to gaze at a ceiling that you had grown familiar with, you finally began to waver in your consciousness. Your eyes fluttered, and then closed.

You were seconds from slumber. Your head fell to the side. You were almost there.

But, then an interruption. It had been days, but you remembered that static, and you winced before it even became uncomfortable.