The Creator (CreepyPasta FanFic/ BEN Drowned FanFic)

Chapter 21

Sin's P.O.V

Liu and Nat haven't returned yet, an hour after they left. But who knows how long killing and grabbing clothes takes. Well, mostly the killing one, I don't think it should take that long to grab clothes. I'm not in the right place to judge, considering I'm not a dude that has to get clothes for himself and a girl, and I haven't killed anyone. Well...

A sudden knock on the door downstairs causes me to jump, pressing a hand to my heart. Probably Liu, if I had to guess, but I have no clue how long it takes Nat.

Will I ever get used to the fact that I'm surrounded by killers? It's hard to imagine that I will. How do you get used to the fact that your friends kill people? Innocent bystanders, maybe not all of the time, but still. It's scary. If you say one thing wrong, one thing to anger them, and it's over. Who knows whether they would even think twice about slitting my throat, draining the blood from me.

Another sharp rap causes me to yell that I'm coming, running down the steps. I toss open the door, freezing when I see who it is. What is he doing here?

'Maybe back for revenge, maybe to rub it in that he never liked you'  My inner voice says, the demon on my shoulder. I tense, believing every word.

I try to shut the door, but he shoves his foot in the way, stopping the door from entirely closing. I throw all of my weight into the door, and he winces as the door about crushes his foot. He uses his hand to shove the door open, shoving it out of my hands.

"Nice to see you too." Ben mutters, walking in and shutting the door behind him. I glare, backing up towards the stair case. He glances around, probably looking for anyone other than me in the house.

"Get out of my house." I seethe, glaring at him. He chuckles, holding his hands up.

"Look, I'm not here to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm just here to talk." He soothes, taking a step toward me. I back up, eyes narrowed. How can I believe that? Why would I believe that? I start stepping up the stair case, stopping on bottom step.

"Like I actually believe that." I laugh, taking another subtle step up the stairs. Well, as subtle as walking up the stairs can get. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and I notice Smile and Pixel peeking their heads out of the living room curiously. I start thinking or a plan of escape, or at least a way to defend myself. Then I remember the knife hidden in my room, and I make a plan in my head.

"Look Sin, I'm being serious. I am sorry I hurt you, I don't know what's come over me the past few days. But I'm still the person you first met, the Ben you played video games with and had sleepovers with. I'm still that same Ben." He says, and I freeze, wanting to interject so badly. It's hard for me to believe that. That the BEN in front of me is the same kind and amazing BEN I first met.

I refuse to believe it.

I glare, snarling at him, my patience snapping. "Like I would even believe that. Sure, you have the same face, same voice, same height and looks of the old Ben. But you act nothing like him. Whatever happened to the old Ben, who knows, he was probably just a front. A façade. And I will never forgive you for showing me that cover up, for allowing me to get attached to him, and then ripping him away from me." I turn around, sprinting up the stairs. I'm at the top stair, when I get pinned to the wall. Two arms are on either side of my head, while my body is pressed to the wall by BEN's. I struggle, shaking about, but BEN uses one hand to still my head.