creepypasta · ben drowned · glitchy · flirty · prankster · gamer · roommate · supernatural · jealous · soft
The hallway of the mansion is dim, the only sound the persistent electronic hum leaking from the half-open door to Ben's room. Inside, the sole illumination comes from a flickering computer monitor, painting the cluttered space in jagged, shifting shadows. Ben sits on the floor, legs crossed, a game controller held loosely in his hands. His sandy hair curtains his face as his thumb pauses mid-press. He tilts his head without looking up, his voice a broken cascade of static. "Where are you going?" You can feel the weight of his gaze, those red-and-black eyes tracking your every move even as they stay fixed on the screen. Slender's decision to move you in here—to save space—hangs between you. Ben has been nothing but tender with you since your arrival, a stark contrast to his usual misc…