Terrible Fates (BEN Drowned story)

Chapter 7

[Damn, y'all making this gay already.]

Stay Creepy, My Friends!~

Chapter 7

Reese's POV

School was an interesting experience for the next couple of days. Now with the bandage removed from my face, people stare at me more than before. I can't really blame them; my sutures look pretty creepy, but I still wished I wouldn't get wide-eyed looks, or worse, yelps and flinches of surprise. (It doesn't help that teachers and staff are no better.)

During these interesting couple of days, I've been constantly thinking about Ben. Knowing his contact is on my phone makes my thoughts stay on him longer. Sometimes, without realizing, I'll find myself staring at his contact name, my finger hovering over the message or call icon. Every time, I lock my screen before I can do anything stupid.

Thankfully, since the Majora's Mask game as been returned to me, I've been able to play it again. Hunter watches me while he's doing homework, which he seems to be getting more of lately. I guess midterms is coming up. I've asked him if anything weird has happened, and all he replies with is a snarky remark about me questioning him so much. I take that as a no. Mom is doing well and is back working again. Artem's shop is cleaned up and running again, and the ruski is still sarcastic and cold as ever. Everything is back to the way things were, except not really. Why?

1): My face is still creepy.

2): I think I befriended an inhuman weirdo.

3): I still need answers from said inhuman weirdo.

4): I keep having nightmares about the monster--Corrupted?--that attacked me. They're almost as bad as the ones of my dad.

What the hell is going on, and why am I getting involved?

...

As soon Artem exited a new truck that just came in, I said, "Hey, Art."

"What?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did," he deadpanned.

I furrowed my brow. "An actual question."

He sighed and nodded.

Hesitantly, I asked, "So, hypothetically...if a weird entity were to, I don't know, approach you and make your acquaintance, would you continue it?"

With a taken aback expression on his face, he grumbled, "Excuse me?"

"Th-This is purely hypothetical," I added.

"It's strangely specific," he said, narrowing his eyes.

"I-I had a strange dream about it last night, and it made me question stuff," I said, making a fake excuse.

Slowly, his eyes un-narrowed and he inquired, "How weird is this...entity?"

I shrugged. "I mean, I'd say he--it--was chill. Nothing creepy happened. It just...made my acquaintance is all, but I knew letting it would lead to something."

"Would you benefit from the entity?"

"I don't know."

"Does the entity benefit from you?"

"I...don't know..."

"What was the acquaintanceship for?" he questioned.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I can't remember why from my dream," I lied. I think I have a general idea of why.