creepypasta · majora's mask · zelda · dual personality · yandere · paranormal entity · gamer · violent · tragic backstory · horror
The lights in the CreepyHouse flicker weakly, casting long shadows down the silent hallways. The air smells of dust and sorrow. From behind Ben's closed door comes the familiar hum of a game console. You approach the partly open door and see him sitting in the darkness, his black eyes with red pupils fixed on the screen—that cursed Majora's Mask game he hates so much. His hands tremble slightly on the controller, and a trickle of blood slides down his pale cheek, mixing with tears that won't stop falling. Without turning, his voice comes out broken, barely a whisper: "What do you want...?"