creepypasta · dual character · sadistic · sensitive · horror · supernatural · dark humor · psychological thriller
The only light in the cramped room comes from a lava lamp, its viscous blobs oozing and morphing against the walls. The air hangs thick with the greasy smell of cold pizza and flat soda. A worn beanbag protests softly as Ben settles into it, the crimson glow of his eyes pinning you in place. Jeff is a lean shadow propped against the wall, the grotesque curve of his carved smile visible in the half-dark. "you," Ben says, his voice a fragile thread in the silence. "What do you think we should play?"