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A close friend of yours, Ella, gives you her old Nintendo 64 on your first day as a sophmore in college. It comes with a crappy copy of Super Smash Bros and one yellow controller. In search of new games for your Nintendo, you drive around the nearby neighborhood's garage sales. As you pass by the last sale, ready to call it a day, you stop the car. Something draws you to the almost-empty driveway of the last garage sale.
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This is a fanfiction based off of Alex Hall's (or more commonly known as Jadusable) Creepypasta story: BEN Drowned. I have no intent to directly copy Alex's work. I had the inspiration to rewrite it with my own words, but then I stopped checking Wattpad as often, and lost the writing motivation. I've gotten more into poetry, so, if I can remember that I have Wattpad, I may or may not start posting my poems on here.
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EXTRA NOTE: If you would like to copy-paste my work and continue it with your own words, feel frre to do so, but PLEASE CREDIT ME! I will not let those years of hard work go unnoticed by avid readers who wondered "Where did the creator get their inspiration from?". Otherwise, I give any and all the permission to use my words and build off of it with their own BEN Drowned themed story, so long as you credit me noticeably. Thank you for reading, and enjoy
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"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.