#benjamin lawman x reader

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past jeff and ben and toby headcanons with a best friend :3

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘BEN and Toby with a bestfriend from their past☆

NOTES: bro I know its you L1nk 😛

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🦋☆🦋★🦋☆🦋★🦋✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

TOBIAS ERIN RODGERS🪓

Friends, he doesn't have any 😔

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 😔

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.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🪽☆🪽★🪽☆🪽★🪽✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Benjamin Lawman/BEN DROWNED 🎮

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 💀

You guys kind of just. Stared 🧍‍♂️

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 😭"

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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resting bitch face gn! reader with brian jane toby ben habit

real

CREEPS X RBF!READER

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 friends😔

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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Ghosts in the code

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

Author’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 they’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 disappear—another loose end tied up. She could’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 hadn’t been able to let go of how close she’d come to dying.

"Jesus Christ, Ben, I’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 couldn’t hide, no matter how hard he tried. He wasn’t his usual laid-back self—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 don’t need you breathing down my neck." She sighed, softening a bit as she saw the tension in his face. "I’ll be back in no time. I love you, okay?"

But Ben didn’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 hadn’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 who’d seen too much—a fleeting glimpse of the mansion’s dark secrets.

It was routine. She’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 scream—low, guttural—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 didn’t even say “I love you” 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 something—anything. But she was slipping, fast. Her vision grew darker, the ringing in her ears louder, drowning out everything else. Ben’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 wasn’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 knew—he could feel it—that this wasn’t just another injury. This was different. Worse. The kind of wound you didn’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 wouldn’t stop. It soaked into his clothes, warm and sticky, every step leaving a trail of red behind them. The mansion wasn’t far, but it felt like miles, and with every step, Jack’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, didn’t even look up. His anger kept him rooted to his seat, eyes fixed on the screen.

But Jeff’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.

"Ben…" Jeff’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 Jack’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 face—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 hand—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.

Ben’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 lips—anywhere he could. "Please, don’t do this," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I love you, just—please. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, (Y/N)."

But her chest had stopped moving. Her pulse had gone. (Y/N) was gone.

She died wrapped in Ben’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 darkness—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 proxy’s voice—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 wasn’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 again—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. “Ben, I have to go on my mission today. Don’t be mad, please.”

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 her—his (Y/N)—and yet, she wasn’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.

“Of course, I could never be angry with you,” 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 wasn’t real. She wasn’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.

“Ben, are you okay?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern—so genuine, so achingly familiar. But he could only nod, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. “I’ll be back soon,” 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.

“Just be careful,” 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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CANDY - BEN DROWNED WITH A DOUYIN STYLE S/O

;fluff, headcannons + short stories, BEN is a perv, also a bit of smut?(not really) (fanon-ish BEN) BEN is aged up

- 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,

[cr34tvr3]

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 didn’t he’d be blind by now, he re-cuts his smile every time it starts healing. 

-Before the accident he was really emo

-I’m sure you can imagine

-Did not kill Liu, only attempted to, he was very close with his brother

-He’s very insane, but will sometimes have short spells of sanity, in which he’ll deeply regret what he did to his brother, but no one else, if they’ve never done anything for him, he doesn’t care about them

-His parents weren’t the nicest, they weren’t very loving, and if he or Liu did something wrong they’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 he’s different, more calculating, he can’t stand your innocence and purity, and he wants to ruin it

-He learned how to mess with people’s minds from how his mother treated him, he’ll be nice and sweet, and give you kisses and be all gentle, then he’ll punish you for some random thing

-He does love you, in his own twisted way, but he doesn’t really care how you feel, as long as you’re completely dependent on him

-He generally dislikes being touches, but if you give him a kiss, or hold his hand or something he’ll be pleased

Toby-

-Hazel eyes, pale, but sickly pale, he doesn’t go out in the day a lot, messy brown hair, he still chews his fingers, so they’re almost always bandaged

-He’s very closed off and cold with most people

-Has dark sense of humour, can be pretty obnoxious when he’s annoyed

-He likes nature, especially forests, he’ll often spend the night alone outside

-He doesn’t want to kill anyone innocent, but he obeys Slenderman because he saved him, but he has no problem with killing people he doesn’t like

-Unstable

-He loves you more than anything, he’ll do anything to make sure you aren’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

-He’ll never physically hurt you on purpose, he doesn’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, he’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 he’s with

-LOVES video games, all, not just Legend of Zelda

-Weeb, I don’t know, I can just see it

-He’s manipulative, and will use blackmail and threats to control you

-He will make sure you’re always in the exact state he wants

-He’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 he’s in a good mood, he’ll get you to play video games with him, and punish you if you’re too bad

EJ-

-Brown hair, fluffy, REALLY tall, like 7’2, claws on his hands, he barely takes off his mask and will only do it if he’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

-He’s angry

-At himself, at everything really, he thinks what happened to him was so UNFAIR

-He doesn’t want to love anyone

-He hates himself, thinks he’s hideous and demonic

-Will hurt you and scare you and try and make you break because he feels like it

-Won’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

-Doesn’t want to kill anyone

-He really does care about you, and feels bad whenever you’re upset

-Does small things for you, hoping you’ll notice 

-Plans to one day reveal himself to you, whether he’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 isn’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 “fuck off I don’t want to talk” quiet

-Likes stalking

-Loyal to The Operator, since he brought him back to life, but doesn’t exactly like him

-Loves you, but will probably never reveal himself unless he’s allowed 

-Sits next to your bed at night, comforting you with his presence

-Kills anyone you don’t like

-Kills any guys you’re friends with who aren’t related to you (sorry)

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Slender-Mansion Hcs

• The mansion itself is ever changing. It has a certain look to it— 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 created— And the mansion is never in the same place.

• The mansion is not visible to those who are not resident’s of the mansion or those who are not specifically chosen by the entity of the forest.

• 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.

• Although the mansion is constantly changing, it changes only slightly, constantly appearing off and giving an “uncanny valley” feeling to somebody. The bedrooms of the residents are small, dim and dreary— 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 you’d like I love to answer them. <33

[lappel-de-vidd]

Which pastas have a Costco membership?

LMFAOOO im gonna try to answer this best as possible!

I don’t think any of them would have a Costco membership OTHER than liu LMFAO. He’s sort of the only normal one, and in my au he isn’t a killer. He also sort of takes care of jeff despite what happened (sully isn’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 😭 This is mostly bc if not for Liu jeff wouldn’t take care of himself at all, and jeff and liu are pretty much the only true humans in the “mansion”.

(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 “mansion” as well

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (BEN DROWNED)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

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 work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

BEN DROWNED/ Benjamin Lawman 

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 “smart” 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 can’t take it anymore 

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)

5’0 (152cm) in height

Short, Boxy build with broad shoulders

Dirty Blonde hair, chin length

Scleras are blackened and bloodshot   

Pupils are a highly pigmented rouge 

He is White (British/Scottish/Irish) 

In his physical form, his clothes consist of a dark gray,  long sleeved, T-shirt with a oversized nerd shirt layered over top; plain black basketball shorts ; ankle socks and the most 90’s torn up converses 

Lips and areas around eyes are tinted blue and skin seemingly transparent 

He is a loser 

Knees and hands are scuffed  with reminisce of twine upon his wrist

He enjoys 90’s grunge music and Nintendo games 

He had little to no friends while alive and spent most his days problem solving in video games 

His voice sounds similar to Matpat's

There May Be more

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𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘�� 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚙. 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 '𝚎𝚡𝚎' 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 '𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍' 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 12 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘��𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎

"𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ι-cαn 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ⒮⒩⒪𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢

"𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢!"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎

"Ⓕⓤ𝓬𝓴 𝚢𝚘𝚞!!"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚟𝚜 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗

𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚗. 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 ��𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍

"𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝 ��𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠!"

"𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑜🇴 𝚋𝚊𝚊ααd"

"𝚓𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝"

𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

"𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗!"

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

"𝚑𝚎𝚕-"

"𝚢𝚘/𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕..."

"𝚎𝚛... 𝚞𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜? 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔. 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗

"𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙪𝙙𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥...𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙..."

*𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝*

𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝

"𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝"

𝙰 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛��𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝

"...𝚖𝚖𝚖?"

"𝚢/𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐🅖🅞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚒𝕟𝕘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝-𝚝𝚒-𝚝𝚒-𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠"

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘.

𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎

"⒯⒭⒩ 𝚘-ᴏɴ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝙲𝙾𝙼𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛"

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎?...𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍."

𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝘉𝑒𝘯'𝑠 𝑎𝘤𝑡𝑖𝘯𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝘭𝑎𝑡𝑒𝘭𝑦...

"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪...𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧...𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙...𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚...."

"...𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?...𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨..."

"𝙞 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝....𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙥����𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛..."

"𝙗𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩! 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚???"

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜 '𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍'

𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎

"𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪....𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤....𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪...𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙠"

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎....."

"𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎....��-𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎..."

"𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 2𝙳. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

"𝚋𝚎𝚗?....𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?..."

"....𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔..𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?..."

"𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢.... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘...𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

𝘉𝑒𝘯 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝘯𝑒𝑑....𝘯𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑢𝘯𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝑎 𝘣𝑖𝑡....

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

[chemerr2]

Jeff The Killer wearing his deceased mother Margaret’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 it’s my fault since i didn’t put any rules or anything so here it is—

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

[bingobongocheerio]

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.

[raihann1]

PLAYING MM2 WITH THE CREEPS🔪

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Feat: Jeff, Ben, Masky, Toby, Clockwork, Nina.

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 ♡ (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. 💀

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JEFF THE KILLER

Classic knife or icewing user.

Camper 🧍‍♂️

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 😐

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 😼

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" 😐

Like jeff, absoluetly kills little childrens ears when shes screaming curse words at them.

Buys you shit when she feels like it 😼

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 🙁

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]

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 🫡

BEN DROWNED X SORE LOSER!READER

-> 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 kittens🙏🏼

[melme1]

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.

[saturnxlust]

HEYYY :P ik its been awhile my bad😔

Injured!Proxys+ben x Doctor! Reader

Tim Wright/ Masky

So this man is closed off, all of the proxys are😞

But hes not a idiot, he knows when his body has had enough and when he needs help

The only way you’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 you’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, he’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 small😭

He has dinosaur bandaids and unicorn bandaids.

Toby Rogers

Oh boy buckle up

So he cant feel pain

Good luck☺️

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 he’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 get…spicy.. 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 it’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 you’ve gotten to the point that you know about that and accept it, not only will you be helping clean him up

You’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 7’ tall demon is getting in my bed soaked in blood and possible guts ☺️

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 he’ll complain and tease you and taunt you but he’ll let you do it

..if you even want to after all that.😒

Benjamin Lawman

So he can’t actually get hurt…i 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 cry😒

Either bring up something from his past(he might get a little angry at that🥰) or threaten to throw him into a lake

You can’t actually throw him but..he..doesnt need to know that😇