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bingobongocheerio ยท 9 months ago
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Slender: (Y/N)! BEN told me you were hiding pot in here!
(Y/N): Oh, you mean this?
(Y/N): [pulls out a flower pot]
Slender: Oh, that's fine. What are you growing?
(Y/N): Weed.
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raihann1 ยท 2 months ago
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past jeff and ben and toby headcanons with a best friend :3
๐“ˆ’โŸกโ‚Šโ‹†โˆ˜BEN and Toby with a bestfriend from their pastโ˜†
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NOTES: bro I know its you L1nk ๐Ÿ˜›
๐“ˆ’ใ…คื‚ ๐œ—๐œšโœถ๐Ÿฆ‹โ˜†๐Ÿฆ‹โ˜…๐Ÿฆ‹โ˜†๐Ÿฆ‹โ˜…๐Ÿฆ‹โœถใ…คื‚ ๐œ—๐œš
TOBIAS ERIN RODGERS๐Ÿช“
Friends, he doesn't have any ๐Ÿ˜”
Your his top priority besides other things, he's very self concious and you have to reassure you aren't being friends with him as a joke.
VERY grateful you chose to be friends with him
Your relationship is like childhood friends that act like siblings.
Still acts childish so he'll still make you build forts or watch try not to laughs ๐Ÿ˜”
He likes to talk about his father and how he's struggling.
Will always try and defend you :(
Years past and soon, you never saw him agian. You believed he was dead
Your his only friend, his only real one. So don't go. He's watching.
๐“ˆ’ใ…คื‚ ๐œ—๐œšโœถ๐Ÿชฝโ˜†๐Ÿชฝโ˜…๐Ÿชฝโ˜†๐Ÿชฝโ˜…๐Ÿชฝโœถใ…คื‚ ๐œ—๐œš
Benjamin Lawman/BEN DROWNED ๐ŸŽฎ
He never wanted friends, pft who needs friends.
He just has his games and thats all that matters.
You ended up meeting him through a get together with family friends.
He was playing on his console ignoring everyone untill he noticed you were on your parents phone bored like him ๐Ÿ’€
You guys kind of just. Stared ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ
He approached you, sitting next to you and asked
"You bored too?"
Since you were both kids you'd talk about random shit at school.
"I heard the teacher smokes"
"No way ๐Ÿ˜ญ"
You bonded quickly!
By the end you've talked for hours! Ben even refused to leave without you.
You eventually met often.
talked, games, sleepovers, all nighters, cheesy horror games, summoning ghosts.
You never saw him agian once he was 12.
You've met with a terrible fate haven't you?
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veaspo ยท 4 months ago
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resting bitch face gn! reader with brian jane toby ben habit
real
CREEPS X RBF!READER
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BRIAN THOMAS // HOODIE
-> he can be very smiley at times but he never actually has rbf
-> when he seen you for the FIRST time ever, he actually thought you were a bitch
-> before he started talking to you and then you were very smiley
-> then a few months later of knowing you and you had him wrapped around your finger
JANE RICHARDSON // JANE THE KILLER
-> she has resting bitch face too, dw
-> when she seen you for the first time, she knew that you could match her freak
-> jane started talking to you and you two got along really well
-> yall started dating not to long after
TOBIAS ROGERS // TICCI TOBY
-> he was deadass scared of you
-> he was scared that if he said even said one wrong word to you that you would explode.
-> until you started talking to him
-> he heard your voice and instantly had googaly eyes
BENJAMIN LAWMAN // BEN DROWNED
-> he was your bestfriend and has been for years but everytime he seen your rbf he ALWAYS got scared
-> he knew you wouldn't hurt him though
-> you're to sweet + you don't have any other friends๐Ÿ˜”
HABIT
-> he seen you and instantly started hitting on you
-> does not matter how mad you looked AT ALL, does not matter if you dont want him AT ALL
-> he wants you, and he will have you
-> does not matter if he has to kidnap you or what.
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meow
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acecardexe ยท 1 month ago
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CANDY - BEN DROWNED WITH A DOUYIN STYLE S/O
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;fluff, headcannons + short stories, BEN is a perv, also a bit of smut?(not really) (fanon-ish BEN) BEN is aged up
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- At first when you met BEN he would mock you and make fun of your fashion choices, calling them childish and said your makeup made you look like a baby, which would just soon turn into silly teasing with him unable to process he may or may not like you.
- He would get extremely frustrating and toxic sometimes but he would try to make up for it by giving you clothes he saw in your shopping cart when he was hacking into your account.
; you were laying in your bed, trying to ignore Ben as stubbornly as you were. He entered the room without even knocking and you pulled the bed sheets over you
"Doll, I got you something" he said sitting at the edge of your bed "hmmm, no" you weren't going to take his crap anymore in fact-
"If you don't want these then okayy.. " 'these as in plural?' "And yes as in plural" what annoyed you the most about him was that he seemed to always read your mind. You peeked out of the bed sheets and caught a glimpse of a white fabric,
.. "Fine."
-sometimes, sometimes, he would let you test your makeup on him, most of the time it's when he's gaming and he's distracted, he would let you sit on his lap and put fake eyelashes on him and lipstick,
-he also knows you take pride in picking out your outfits everyday and what looks good and what doesn't so he asks you to spin around and ask to take pictures of your outfit, which, you excitedly always say yes, he crouch down, take pictures in all angles, find that good lighting, and still takes shitty pictures, (don't tell him though he has a large ass ego)
; "spin for me baby"
You spin around and show him all the cool extra accessories you have and the fashion hacks you used as well, he smiled as he watched you taking out his phone
"Pose" he told you, opening the camera app
And so you did, walking around the park, posing like a dress to impress character, sure that the photos would turn out like you deserve to be in the cover of a Vogue magazine
He sent you the photos and looked at you proud of himself "I should be a professional photographer" he told you, opening the messaging app and seeing the most rancid 25x25 pixel photos you have ever seen in your entire life.
"The pictures are lovely babe"
-sometimes he likes picking your outfits himself, but most of the time he picks something straight out of stellar blade, if steller blade was set in sanrio. Or he would pick out outfits that make no sense, or an umblanced outfit, like pink with olive green, it wouldn't of be that bad except you looked like a moldy strawberry.
-sometimes he actually picks out a good outfit but you don't want to say anything in case of boosting his ego again.
-he loves buying clothes for you but he especially loves buying dresses, and would get angry if you were shorts underneath since he loves it when he can see your white lacy panties when you pick something up and you forgot you were wearing a dress until you hear BEN's chuckle behind you
; "what are you laughing at now BEN?" You turned around facing him
"Nothing" he raised his hands up, feigning innocence "except the nice view I was graciously blessed with" he gave you a smirk, you made a confused face before you're cheeks started heating up
"You pervert!" You start hitting him with your handbag
"Ow! Hey! Can't I just be smitten with you for a second?" He gave you a sweet smile "yknow you should be lucky I'm even dating you in the first pla-"
he was cut off by the fact that you threw your bag right at his face,
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tipsynight0 ยท 1 month ago
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Ghosts in the code
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Paring - ben drowned x female reader
Synopsis - reader dies on a mission, in ben's grief he makes her in the digtal realm to cope.
Trigger warnings: death, shooting, guns, blood, grief, i think that's all but its super sad so be warned??
Word count - 2.1K
Authorโ€™s note - so I woke up at 7:45am and decided to finally write this damn story, I had made it in the draft but never completed it. I thought, huh theyโ€™ve had too much fluff and to much Jeff the killer. Soo I hope you guys like being emotionally traumatized this early in the morning <3
It was supposed to be an easy mission. Jack was off to find his next meal, and (Y/N) just had to make a target disappearโ€”another loose end tied up. She couldโ€™ve handled it alone, but Jack insisted on tagging along. And Ben, always the overprotective one, had been unusually tense, practically forcing her to let him come. That last mission had shaken him. He hadnโ€™t been able to let go of how close sheโ€™d come to dying.
"Jesus Christ, Ben, Iโ€™ll be fine," (Y/N) snapped, stuffing long sleeves into her bag, her irritation spilling over.
Ben hovered near her, eyes clouded with worry that he couldnโ€™t hide, no matter how hard he tried. He wasnโ€™t his usual laid-back selfโ€”not this time. "You almost got yourself killed last time, (Y/N). This isn't something to brush off," he muttered, his voice low and laced with concern.
She rolled her eyes, zipping up her bag. "I know. But I can handle this. I donโ€™t need you breathing down my neck." She sighed, softening a bit as she saw the tension in his face. "Iโ€™ll be back in no time. I love you, okay?"
But Ben didnโ€™t respond. He just stared at her for a long moment, his face hard, jaw clenched. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. The door shut softly behind him, but it felt like a wall slamming down between them.
(Y/N) exhaled, the weight of his silence settling on her. She hadnโ€™t meant to fight with him before leaving, but it always seemed to end like this when it came to her missions. Shrugging it off, she grabbed her bag and headed out with Jack.
The house was old, creaky, the kind that seemed to breathe with the wind. The floorboards groaned beneath her boots as she crept down the dimly lit hallway, gripping her knife tightly. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the kind of silence that made every noise echo louder than it should. She was looking for a blue door. Inside, a scared twenty-year-old kid was hiding, a witness whoโ€™d seen too muchโ€”a fleeting glimpse of the mansionโ€™s dark secrets.
It was routine. Sheโ€™d done this a thousand times before, but something felt off. Her skin prickled with unease as she approached the door, the silence pressing down on her like a weight. Then, a screamโ€”low, gutturalโ€”pierced the air. The door flew open with a crash, and she froze.
The kid stood there, trembling, his wild eyes locked onto hers. In his hands was a shotgun, shaking as violently as he was. Fear twisted his features, but before she could react, he pulled the trigger.
The blast was deafening. In that moment, time seemed to slow, her world narrowing to the sound of the explosion and the searing pain that followed. It hit her square in the chest, a force so strong it knocked her off her feet, her body crashing into the floor.
Her back slammed against the hardwood with a sickening thud, but it was the burning that consumed her. The heat spread through her chest like wildfire, every nerve screaming in agony. She gasped, choking on the blood that filled her lungs, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. The room spun, her vision blurring as the pain became unbearable.
All she could think about was Ben. His stupid, overprotective warnings. He had been right. He had been fucking right, and she never told him. He didnโ€™t even say โ€œI love youโ€ back.
Tears welled in her eyes as she coughed, blood sputtering from her lips. The taste of iron coated her mouth as her hands clawed at the floor, trying to grasp onto somethingโ€”anything. But she was slipping, fast. Her vision grew darker, the ringing in her ears louder, drowning out everything else. Benโ€™s face flickered in her mind, that crooked smile, the way he laughed when he beat her at video games, the warmth in his touch when he wasnโ€™t being so damn stubborn.
A final breath rattled in her chest, and everything went black.
Jack pushed through the wet forest, his steps heavy and labored, (Y/N)'s limp body cradled in his arms. His hands were slick with blood, her blood, the smell thick in the cold air. He moved as quickly as he could, but her weight, combined with the dread gnawing at his gut, slowed him down. He knewโ€”he could feel itโ€”that this wasnโ€™t just another injury. This was different. Worse. The kind of wound you didnโ€™t walk away from.
Her pulse was barely there, faint and fluttering, like it was already halfway to giving up. Her skin had turned ghostly pale, and the blood, it just wouldnโ€™t stop. It soaked into his clothes, warm and sticky, every step leaving a trail of red behind them. The mansion wasnโ€™t far, but it felt like miles, and with every step, Jackโ€™s fear grew.
He burst through the mansion doors, frantic, his voice hoarse as he shouted for help.
Jeff and Ben were on the couch, immersed in a game of Mario Kart. Ben, still brooding from their earlier fight, didnโ€™t even look up. His anger kept him rooted to his seat, eyes fixed on the screen.
But Jeffโ€™s gaze drifted to the hallway, to the trail of blood that smeared the floorboards. The sight made him drop his controller, his face twisting in confusion and horror as he followed the crimson path to where Jack stood, soaked in it.
"Benโ€ฆ" Jeffโ€™s voice was tight, like he already knew what was coming. Ben ignored him at first, too wrapped up in his frustration to care. But when he finally turned, his blood ran cold.
(Y/N) lay cradled in Jackโ€™s arms, her shirt torn open, exposing the gruesome mess of her chest. Buckshot wounds peppered her torso, blood oozing from every gash. Her chest barely rose, barely fell, and her faceโ€”oh god, her face. She was so pale. Too pale.
Ben stumbled forward, his legs weak beneath him, until he collapsed at her side. "No. No, no, no, no, no!" His voice cracked, raw with panic and disbelief. He reached for her handโ€”her hand that had once been so warm, so full of life. Now, it was cold, stiffening with every passing second. His fingers curled around hers, squeezing, as if he could force life back into her with sheer will.
"Jack, what the fuck happened?! You had one job, one fucking job! You were supposed to keep her safe!" His voice rose, laced with fury and heartbreak. But there was no answer. Jack stood frozen, guilt etched in every line of his face.
Benโ€™s anger melted into desperation as he cupped her face, brushing her blood-matted hair back, pressing frantic kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lipsโ€”anywhere he could. "Please, donโ€™t do this," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Iโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™m sorry for everything. I love you, justโ€”please. Donโ€™t leave me. Donโ€™t leave me, (Y/N)."
But her chest had stopped moving. Her pulse had gone. (Y/N) was gone.
She died wrapped in Benโ€™s arms that night, her body slack against him as the life drained from her. He held her tighter than he ever had, as if he could somehow hold her soul in his embrace, keep her from slipping away. But there was nothing left to hold onto. Jeff and Toby had to pull him off her, restrain him as he screamed her name, his voice raw and broken. He fought against them, desperate to stay with her, but they carried her body out. The Operator spoke of capturing her soul, of preserving her somehow, but the words were meaningless to Ben. Ben had spent countless days and sleepless nights locked away in his dimly lit room, the walls closing in around him as the weight of his grief pressed heavily on his chest. The world outside felt like a distant memory, a place where laughter echoed and sunlight broke through the darknessโ€”a world that no longer existed for him. Instead, he found himself drowning in a sea of despair, surrounded by his computer screens, each one a window to a digital realm that was both a refuge and a prison.
He scoured the internet obsessively, combing through files, piecing together fragments of code like a mad scientist trying to resurrect the dead. Hours turned into days as he meticulously recorded long sessions of every proxyโ€™s voiceโ€”voices that had once brought him comfort now echoed with haunting reminders of what he had lost. He captured every laugh, every snarky remark, every heartfelt confession, determined to weave them into the fabric of his creation. It had to be perfect. It had to feel real.
The others in the mansion watched him with a mix of concern and resignation. They agreed to his demands, knowing he was lost in his pain, hoping that his obsession might bring him some semblance of peace. But Ben wasnโ€™t looking for peace; he was searching for a way to bring (Y/N) back. He wanted to trap her essence in this digital world, to create a sanctuary where she would never leave him again.
The night finally came when he felt ready. With trembling hands, he slipped the cartridge into the console, his heart racing as the screen flickered to life, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The title appeared, its letters swirling in hues of blue and green, memories end. He pressed play, and the familiar loading screen unfolded before him, sending him spiraling into the depths of his creation.
As he traversed the digital halls of the mansion, a sense of anticipation mixed with dread washed over him. Every pixel, every shadow had been crafted with care, echoing the real place they had shared so many moments. It was both exhilarating and gut-wrenching to see her face againโ€”her features rendered flawlessly, as if she were just a breath away.
Then, he entered his bedroom, and there she was, standing in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of the digital light. His heart raced, a wild mixture of hope and anguish surging through him as her voice filled the air. โ€œBen, I have to go on my mission today. Donโ€™t be mad, please.โ€
The sound of her voice pierced through the haze of his grief, and he felt a fresh wave of tears stinging his eyes. It was herโ€”his (Y/N)โ€”and yet, she wasnโ€™t really there. This was a simulacrum, a mere imitation of the vibrant person he loved. He plastered on a smile, forcing himself to believe in the illusion, even as his heart ached with the reality of her absence.
โ€œOf course, I could never be angry with you,โ€ he said, his voice catching in his throat as he stepped closer. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, the familiar motion bringing a warmth to his chest that he had thought lost forever. But as his fingers met her cool, pixelated skin, a rush of sorrow flooded him.
This wasnโ€™t real. She wasnโ€™t real. She was just a ghost, a whisper of what had once been. The weight of his actions crashed over him like a tidal wave; he had trapped her in a prison of his making, and for all his effort, he was still utterly alone.
โ€œBen, are you okay?โ€ she asked, her eyes wide with concernโ€”so genuine, so achingly familiar. But he could only nod, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. โ€œIโ€™ll be back soon,โ€ she continued, that same playful smile he had loved so much lighting up her face.
And yet, the more she spoke, the more he felt the chasm of loss stretching between them. Each word was a reminder that no matter how perfect this world was, it could never replace the warmth of her laughter, the touch of her hand, the way she had always known how to pull him out of the darkness.
โ€œJust be careful,โ€ he whispered, his voice breaking, a crack in the facade he had built. She smiled at him, and for a fleeting moment, the ache of his heart softened. But as he gazed into her eyes, he realized the painful truth no matter how many times he played this game, no matter how much he crafted her voice and presence, it would never fill the void left by her absence.
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cr34tvr3 ยท 1 month ago
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My headcanons for creepy pastas
I needed to make this for a quotev quiz. It only has Jeff, Toby, Ben, EJ, Masky and Hoodie, because those are the results of the quiz, but I do have some of the other creepy pastas. If you want to see them ask and I'll post them.
Jeff-
-Blue eyes, shoulder lengths black hair, extremely pale, in my version he does have eyelids, because if he didnโ€™t heโ€™d be blind by now, he re-cuts his smile every time it starts healing.ย 
-Before the accident he was really emo
-Iโ€™m sure you can imagine
-Did not kill Liu, only attempted to, he was very close with his brother
-Heโ€™s very insane, but will sometimes have short spells of sanity, in which heโ€™ll deeply regret what he did to his brother, but no one else, if theyโ€™ve never done anything for him, he doesnโ€™t care about them
-His parents werenโ€™t the nicest, they werenโ€™t very loving, and if he or Liu did something wrong theyโ€™d get beaten, locked in their room or denied meals. His mother was manipulative and would gaslight them, Jeff especially, their father would go along with anything she said
-Most of the time violent, bloodthirsty and sadistic, you can imagine
-With you heโ€™s different, more calculating, he canโ€™t stand your innocence and purity, and he wants to ruin it
-He learned how to mess with peopleโ€™s minds from how his mother treated him, heโ€™ll be nice and sweet, and give you kisses and be all gentle, then heโ€™ll punish you for some random thing
-He does love you, in his own twisted way, but he doesnโ€™t really care how you feel, as long as youโ€™re completely dependent on him
-He generally dislikes being touches, but if you give him a kiss, or hold his hand or something heโ€™ll be pleased
Toby-
-Hazel eyes, pale, but sickly pale, he doesnโ€™t go out in the day a lot, messy brown hair, he still chews his fingers, so theyโ€™re almost always bandaged
-Heโ€™s very closed off and cold with most people
-Has dark sense of humour, can be pretty obnoxious when heโ€™s annoyed
-He likes nature, especially forests, heโ€™ll often spend the night alone outside
-He doesnโ€™t want to kill anyone innocent, but he obeys Slenderman because he saved him, but he has no problem with killing people he doesnโ€™t like
-Unstable
-He loves you more than anything, heโ€™ll do anything to make sure you arenโ€™t hurt, even if it means tying you up and keeping you away from the world
-Brings you small gifts, like pinecones and pretty rocks
-Heโ€™ll never physically hurt you on purpose, he doesnโ€™t want to be like his father, it hurts him when he sees you in pain
-Very touch starved, if you give him physical affection. And only you, mind, heโ€™ll be so happy
-He wants to have kids with you
Ben-
-His real form, blond hair, red eyes, but not bleeding, Link outfit, the form he likes to be in, blond hair, blue/green eyes, normal clothes
-Definitely bi
-Crush on Link
-He has mostly the mind of an adult, even though his true form is a 12 year old, he likes to manifest in the form of a 16-19 year old, depending on who heโ€™s with
-LOVES video games, all, not just Legend of Zelda
-Weeb, I donโ€™t know, I can just see it
-Heโ€™s manipulative, and will use blackmail and threats to control you
-He will make sure youโ€™re always in the exact state he wants
-Heโ€™ll punish you by electrocuting you, appearing in your house and tying you up, then doing things to you, and similar, if you do anything that displeases him
-Horny most of the time, he want you to touch him a lot
-If heโ€™s in a good mood, heโ€™ll get you to play video games with him, and punish you if youโ€™re too bad
EJ-
-Brown hair, fluffy, REALLY tall, like 7โ€™2, claws on his hands, he barely takes off his mask and will only do it if heโ€™s eating or biting you or similar, he looks pretty much human under it, escort his tongues, his teeth are sharp and his skin is almost grey
-Heโ€™s angry
-At himself, at everything really, he thinks what happened to him was so UNFAIR
-He doesnโ€™t want to love anyone
-He hates himself, thinks heโ€™s hideous and demonic
-Will hurt you and scare you and try and make you break because he feels like it
-Wonโ€™t feel bad
-Really possessive though
-Will probably rape you at some point
Masky-
-Looks like he does in Marble Hornets
-Introverted, sarcastic, depressed, you know what I mean
-Hates himself
-Hates The Operator with passion, but is forced to obey him
-Doesnโ€™t want to kill anyone
-He really does care about you, and feels bad whenever youโ€™re upset
-Does small things for you, hoping youโ€™ll noticeย 
-Plans to one day reveal himself to you, whether heโ€™s allowed or not
-Seriously not a dick, people who makes him like that anger me
-Addicted to cigarettes
-Smokes weed
-Awful sleep schedule
-Tolerates Hoodie, but isnโ€™t as close with him as he was before
Hoodie-
-Looks like he does in Marble Hornets
-Barely takes the black smiley thing mask off
-He probably sleeps with it on
-Very quiet, but not shy quiet, more like โ€œfuck off I donโ€™t want to talkโ€ quiet
-Likes stalking
-Loyal to The Operator, since he brought him back to life, but doesnโ€™t exactly like him
-Loves you, but will probably never reveal himself unless heโ€™s allowedย 
-Sits next to your bed at night, comforting you with his presence
-Kills anyone you donโ€™t like
-Kills any guys youโ€™re friends with who arenโ€™t related to you (sorry)
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sselenophiliia ยท 5 months ago
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Slender-Mansion Hcs
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โ€ข The mansion itself is ever changing. It has a certain look to itโ€” and a distinct energy that surrounds it, but it never looks quite the same. As well as the forest, constantly changing, trees moving around, paths being createdโ€” And the mansion is never in the same place.
โ€ข The mansion is not visible to those who are not residentโ€™s of the mansion or those who are not specifically chosen by the entity of the forest.
โ€ข The residents of the mansion are not there by choice but rather forced out of necessity. Either they have died in the forest and are tethered to it forever, are lured and injured by the slender-man, or must join out of pure necessity.
โ€ข Although the mansion is constantly changing, it changes only slightly, constantly appearing off and giving an โ€œuncanny valleyโ€ feeling to somebody. The bedrooms of the residents are small, dim and drearyโ€” consisting of a bed and dresser. The interior of the mansion is very dark, almost entirely black and very minimalistic.
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Thankyou for reading!! Please do send requests if youโ€™d like I love to answer them. <33
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lappel-de-vidd ยท 10 months ago
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Which pastas have a Costco membership?
LMFAOOO im gonna try to answer this best as possible!
I donโ€™t think any of them would have a Costco membership OTHER than liu LMFAO. Heโ€™s sort of the only normal one, and in my au he isnโ€™t a killer. He also sort of takes care of jeff despite what happened (sully isnโ€™t in my au either, he was an imaginary friend of lius as a child that liu seeks comfort in now)
So it would definitely be liu, liu is the one who buys groceries and all that ๐Ÿ˜ญ This is mostly bc if not for Liu jeff wouldnโ€™t take care of himself at all, and jeff and liu are pretty much the only true humans in the โ€œmansionโ€.
(The proxies are also human, but Slender sickness have infected their mind with a sort of infection, like a parasite that gives them advanced capabilities)
if you want to hear more on the proxies then pleaseee do tell me lol and slenderman. I might make a headcanon thing for how I view the โ€œmansionโ€ as well
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maiden-of-rats ยท 11 months ago
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๐Ÿ…ฒ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ†ˆ๐Ÿ…ฟ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†‚๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ฐ Head-cannons (BEN DROWNED)
DISCLAIMERS!!!:ย 
All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)
I am very new to writing on tumblr
There will be generally dark themes in my workย 
I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, Iโ€™m just a loserย ย 
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BEN DROWNED/ Benjamin Lawmanย 
Digital manifestation is shown above (My artwork)
He has access to anything to any digital device that the haunted cartridge or Nintendo 64 is connected too (So If you plug it into your โ€œsmartโ€ TV he has access to everything you have ever seen on the internet)
Unlike most creepypastas, he does not kill or attempt to hurt them
He just wants to cause living hell, until you canโ€™t take it anymoreย 
His death was in 2002 (Drowned in a local lake, limbs tied with twine)
Physical manifestation (Yes, I know it's messy. I had to draw it on my Chromebook)
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5โ€™0 (152cm) in height
Short, Boxy build with broad shoulders
Dirty Blonde hair, chin length
Scleras are blackened and bloodshotย ย ย 
Pupils are a highly pigmented rougeย 
He is White (British/Scottish/Irish)ย 
In his physical form, his clothes consist of a dark gray,ย  long sleeved, T-shirt with a oversized nerd shirt layered over top; plain black basketball shorts ; ankle socks and the most 90โ€™s torn up conversesย 
Lips and areas around eyes are tinted blue and skin seemingly transparentย 
He is a loserย 
Knees and hands are scuffedย  with reminisce of twine upon his wrist
He enjoys 90โ€™s grunge music and Nintendo gamesย 
He had little to no friends while alive and spent most his days problem solving in video gamesย 
His voice sounds similar to Matpat's
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๐™ท๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š› ๐šƒ๐š›๐šž๐š๐š‘
* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆ
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* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆ
๐™ผ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š“๐š˜๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š™. ๐™ฒ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š™๐š’๐š '๐šŽ๐šก๐šŽ' ๐šŸ๐š’๐š›๐šž๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข '๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š' ๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ '๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š' ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š™๐šž๐š‹๐š•๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ. ๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š”๐š’๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ 12 ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š•๐š–๐š˜๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ
๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐šž๐š•๐š๐šœ. ๐™พ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š  ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ
"๐™ฐ๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ฮน-cฮฑn ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ โ’ฎโ’ฉโ’ช๐š  ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š—"
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šŸ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šž๐š๐šข
"๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š’ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐šข ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข!"
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐š ๐š— ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”. ๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ
"โ’ปโ“ค๐“ฌ๐“ด ๐šข๐š˜๐šž!!"
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐š’๐š›๐šž๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŸ๐šœ ๐šฃ๐š˜๐š–๐š‹๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐š’๐š—
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šž๐š—. ๐™ต๐šž๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›.
๐™พ๐š—๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐šž๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐š’๐šŒ ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šก๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š
"๐š‹๐šŽ๐š— ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š! ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐šŠ ๐š›๐šž๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š !"
"๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŠฮฑฮฑd"
"๐š“๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šฃ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š’ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”. ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š? ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š"
๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ. ๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š‹๐š˜๐šก ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šœ. ๐™ฒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–, ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š›๐š, ๐šŽ๐š๐šŒ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ, ๐š‹๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šข. ๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š  ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š
"๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐šข. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—!"
๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š— ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—
"๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•-"
"๐šข๐š˜/๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š•..."
"๐šŽ๐š›... ๐šž๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š”๐šœ? ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š‘๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐š’๐š– ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ"
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ. ๐š‚๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š–๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ, ๐š›๐šž๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š‹๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š”. ๐™ฒ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐šž๐š™๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™. ๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šก๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—
"๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ช๐™™๐™š, ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ช๐™ฅ...๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™—๐™–๐™™ ๐™—๐™–๐™™..."
*๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š*
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š, ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š. ๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š
"๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šž๐š™๐šœ๐šŽ๐š"
๐™ฐ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š” ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šž๐š™ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š , ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š
"...๐š–๐š–๐š–?"
"๐šข/๐š—, ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐Ÿ…–๐Ÿ…ž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š-๐š๐š’-๐š๐š’-๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š "
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜.
๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š” ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ
"โ’ฏโ’ญโ’ฉ ๐š˜-แดษด ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ผ๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š›"
"๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š’ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ?...๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šข ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š’๐šก๐šŽ๐š."
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š— ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐š™๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š•...๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š™๐šŠ๐š™๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•.
๐˜‰๐‘’๐˜ฏ'๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐˜ค๐‘ก๐‘–๐˜ฏ๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐˜ญ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐˜ญ๐‘ฆ...
"๐™„ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช...๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง...๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™– ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ค๐™™ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™...๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™– ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™š...."
"...๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ข๐™š?...๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ..."
"๐™ž ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™....๐™ž๐™ข ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ž๐™™ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ž ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ค๐™›๐™›..."
"๐™—๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ! ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ก๐™š???"
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š  ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐š™๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šข๐š ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐š’๐š›๐šž๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ '๐š‹๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š'
๐š€๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šž๐š—๐š™๐š•๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ
"๐™ž ๐™™๐™ž๐™™๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐™ค๐™ช....๐™ž๐™ข ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค....๐™ž ๐™™๐™ค ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช...๐™ž ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ก๐™จ๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™ "
๐™ธ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข ๐š™๐š˜๐š™๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—. ๐™ด๐šก๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š™ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—
"๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ....."
"๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ....๐š-๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ..."
"๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š..."
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—. ๐š‚๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š 2๐™ณ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข
"๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—?....๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž?..."
"....๐š’๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š...๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž... ๐š’ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š”..๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š?..."
"๐š’ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐šข.... ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜...๐š—๐š˜ ๐š’ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž."
๐˜‰๐‘’๐˜ฏ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐˜ฏ๐‘’๐‘‘....๐˜ฏ๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘– ๐‘ข๐˜ฏ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐˜ฏ๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐˜ฃ๐‘–๐‘ก....
* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆ
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chemerr2 ยท 6 months ago
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Jeff The Killer wearing his deceased mother Margaretโ€™s all-black lingerie underwear ( underwire bra, thong panties, lace stocking pantyhose, garter belt, stilettos ), please!
excuse me?. not to put you on blast anon but what the flip.
Ok maybe itโ€™s my fault since i didnโ€™t put any rules or anything so here it isโ€”
WHAT I WILL WRITE FOR
smut/fluff/angst
hate sex/ domestic violence (just a slap or two or raising hands as if, nothing too harsh.)
character x character (cannot be underage x adult..like for instance: sally x ben or ben x jane)
WHAT I WONT WRITE FOR
scat/piss/knife or gun play.
Age reg
non con
and whatever anon just did..
anyways, request are always open 24/7. I just had to write this cause this honestly shocked me lol
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bingobongocheerio ยท 3 months ago
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raihann1 ยท 2 months ago
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PLAYING MM2 WITH THE CREEPS๐Ÿ”ช
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Feat: Jeff, Ben, Masky, Toby, Clockwork, Nina.
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NINA THE KILLER
Forces you to team with her.
Uses either heartblade or classic knife.
Shares a earbud with you as you listen to Spotify while playing :)
If she dies first she'll spectate for you.
Always yapping.
Gives you free godlys โ™ก (your her favorite person)
Match with her!
Definitely hates icewing users.
Does not have voicechat
HATES. HATESS SMALL AVATARS
"Bro my hitbox"
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MASKY/TIM
Deadass does not know how to play.
Actually got addicted.
He's not buying you anything
Accidently broke your ipad once because he didn't know how to shoot.
Yeah no don't play with him. ๐Ÿ’€
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JEFF THE KILLER
Classic knife or icewing user.
Camper ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ
LOVES making little kids mad.
Will curse out kids in the loudest fucking voice.
He got banned several times
"FUCK"
"MY HITBOX BRO"
scams little kids aswell.
He gave you a chroma once and said it took 30 minutes because the girl had to ask her mom for permission ๐Ÿ˜
Don't team, if you lose he'll blame it on you.
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BEN DROWNED
Definitely a exploiter
Loves fucking up peoples games
He'll only team if he feels like letting someone else win
"EZ"
A "tryhard"
Let me spoil you bbg, with my 300+ godlys of everytype ๐Ÿ˜ผ
Definetly kills you when you team and blames it on your hitbox.
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CLOCKWORK
FUCK
Spam jumper
Camper
definitely uses the godly "clockwork" ๐Ÿ˜
Like jeff, absoluetly kills little childrens ears when shes screaming curse words at them.
Buys you shit when she feels like it ๐Ÿ˜ผ
A rager
Hates icewing users.
Yeah your gonna have to have a timeout for her.
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TICCI TOBY
Is the most lagggiest fuckjng player ever.
Lagged so much he cant even load in the game ๐Ÿ™
Definitely uses traderie because he wanted to find a knife that looked like his hatchets
Will absolutely have the most terridying mood swings.
Almost broke your computer.
"GET OUT!"
oh, he'll definitely match :)
Hes broke tho.
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veaspo ยท 4 months ago
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Ben drowned with a sore looser best friend? I feel like he would make them loose just to see them rage LMAOOO
aye aye captin ๐Ÿซก
BEN DROWNED X SORE LOSER!READER
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-> when you lose he kind of imagines the angry roblox sound from work at a pizza place (i wanted to make it headcanons just for this)
-> he LOVES making you lose, its so funny seeing you rage.
-> its kind of like the duel between harry and draco in chamber of secrets
-> one time you raged and punched a hole in the wall
-> sometimes you win and when you do, his rage is BAD
-> like one round you're mad and HE'S laughing, and then the next round he's mad and YOU'RE laughing
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this is so bad but im ready to go to sleep, i just needed to write for my kittens๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ
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melme1 ยท 11 months ago
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Jeff: Come inside me.
Ben: What...?
Jeff: What happens if you take over my body for a while?
Ben: Oh.. well.. Probably your soul will burst and intracranial pressure will rise.
Jeff: Fuck. It seems to me that the latter is not important at all.
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saturnxlust ยท 7 months ago
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HEYYY :P ik its been awhile my bad๐Ÿ˜”
Injured!Proxys+ben x Doctor! Reader
Tim Wright/ Masky
So this man is closed off, all of the proxys are๐Ÿ˜ž
But hes not a idiot, he knows when his body has had enough and when he needs help
The only way youโ€™d be able to help him is if its a severe wound or if your close with him
Im talking at least 2+ years of either dating or being friends..
Lucky you if youโ€™ve made it this long!
Now actually helping him is difficult
Hes stubborn and doesnt like to admit hes in pain so when you stitch his sorry ass up or disinfect it, he winces but swears hes fine
Hes not fine
He also complains the entire time about how he could do it himself
Knowing full well he couldnt he just likes to be a pain in the ass
Brian Thomas/hoodie
Hes more lenient, heโ€™ll let you help him even though we all know this man could do it himself
It wouldnt be good but as long as he isnt bleeding out he doesnt really care
Although hes the more lenient one hes still closed off and it takes atleast a year or more to be able to help him
The first time you actually clean up a wound he falls deeper in love
Its not covered in dried blood or anything!
Hes amazed at how gentle you were and found it cute if you were concerned about him
It gets to the point where he would make small bruises or cuts just to have you put a little bandaid on his finger or put pain cream on his bruise
He would totally make you kiss the bandages after, no matter how big or small๐Ÿ˜ญ
He has dinosaur bandaids and unicorn bandaids.
Toby Rogers
Oh boy buckle up
So he cant feel pain
Good luckโ˜บ๏ธ
He doesnt know hes hurt and most likely you wont either
If you somehow get him to wash his fuckass sweatshirt and seem to see a wound, he too, would be confused and surprised
He would find how concerned you were funny and laugh as you clean him up
If you yelled at him while he laughed heโ€™d tell you to relax and that hes fine
Hes not fine
Like brian he would make small cuts and or bruises to have you patch him up
Back tracking a little, it would take a few months but not because hes closed off
He trusts you completely to not hurt him physically
It was just getting to see him without his sweatshirt on that was difficult
He keeps that thing on all the time no way your getting a peak at his scrawny ass unless you rip that sweatshirt off him or if you getโ€ฆspicy.. with him..
Eyeless Jack
HAH
Good luck
He went to medical school
This man knows what hes doing
But like the others finds it funny that you want to help him
He doesnt need it but honestly
Hes too smart to get too badly injured, if he does itโ€™s because he went awhile wothout eating and became reckless
I think that if he were to go more then a fee weeks without eating he would get reckless with how he got the kidneys
He wouldnt leave the victims alive and leave them in their bed naked with incisions on their stomach
When that happens he usually comes home with a bruise or scratches from the victims fighting back,
If youโ€™ve gotten to the point that you know about that and accept it, not only will you be helping clean him up
Youโ€™d help clean his clothes up
Hes a clean guy dont get me wrong but after eating i think he would just need to sleep
And if your like me theres no way that 7โ€™ tall demon is getting in my bed soaked in blood and possible guts โ˜บ๏ธ
Jeffery Hodek
God i wish you luck if your with this man
He will let his wounds get infected for fun and he will enjoy it when you get upset (COUGH COUGH MOUTH CUTS COUGH)
He honestly couldnt care less and again, finds it amusing when you yell at him
Lets be honest his story is written awful so im gonna tweak it a litte
He did not get bleached, there was a explosion and some of his hair burnt off, it has since grown back a little but the burn scars are still there
So if you want to help him clean his mouth heโ€™ll complain and tease you and taunt you but heโ€™ll let you do it
..if you even want to after all that.๐Ÿ˜’
Benjamin Lawman
So he canโ€™t actually get hurtโ€ฆi mean unless hes like a zombie but he isnt, this guys a ghost
So i mean, unless he has some power to be human magically theres really nothing that can hurt him
Even you..
But you should find a way to hurt him, whether it be physical or emotional causr hes a jackass
And will make fun of you just to see you cry๐Ÿ˜’
Either bring up something from his past(he might get a little angry at that๐Ÿฅฐ) or threaten to throw him into a lake
You canโ€™t actually throw him but..he..doesnt need to know that๐Ÿ˜‡
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