I don't believe in the paranormal. Especially not if they exist in a game. Ben isn't real... it's just some hacker messing around with me. Or even worse , a stalker... but still... judging by the things that happen around me, it doesn't seem like they could be done even by the smartest human being.

Your cousin Ben dies, and his old Nintendo 64 and mysterious Majora's Mask game gets passed down to you. Can't be harmless, right? But you soon come to realize that this game isn't exactly what it seems.

Read at your own risk (I do not own any of the Creepypastas or pictures)

Your friends with a guy named Ben. You sneak out to see him but realize your late. You turn around and find... ((EDIT: I must say almost 40K reads... I am thankful))

Just a BEN x Reader QuQ

(I changed my username and im too lazy to redo the cover again so thats why it shows a different one) Warning: this was my first ever fanfic I wrote on this account. I honestly hate it so much and think it's extremely cringe worthy but so many people seem to like it (Idek why) and that's why I haven't deleted it. May I remind you, I wrote this in 2014 so... You have been warned. **ALSO, TRIGGER WARNING: MY 13/14 YEAR OLD SELF WAS STUPID AND PUT QUITE A FEW ATTEMPTED RAPES IN HERE SO IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ**

A girl (You) liked to read creepypastas then one she recently read about stalks her. Romance sprange between the two and they loved each other till the end. BD + (Y/N)

It's about a girl who meets a killer, that killer is known as BEN drown! ~NO SPOILING~ Just read If you guys have any request I will do them

The world around me fell apart. My parents died when I was 7 and I was stuck in that damned orphange. I was considered crazy when I told people I kept seeing a boy, he looked like the boy from legend of zelda. They put me in an mental asylum for a year cause of it. Im now 15 and now my friends are dead too. I'm now stuckong living with a group of serial killers. Just. My. Luck. But Ben did save me. Otherswise, I might be dead.