Child! BEN Drowned X Reader

HOLY SHIT THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE IT'S JUST AN ADOPTION AU FOR THE FXCKING RECORD!! This is a reader insert where you come across BEN Drowned, who is depicted as a small child in this story! Enjoy! (Btw, I will add a photo in every chapter when a new character is introduced so you know what they look like. They will NOT be ship photos!)

published on April 02, 20180 reads 0 readers 0 not completed
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Chapter 2.
Chapter 2

Chapter 2

        
        “Where do you think he could be, Masky?” The masked man asks, the red stitching on his mask glowing slightly when he speaks. He wears a yellow hoodie, the hood is up, which throws a shadow over his face… Er, mask.

        “He couldn’t have gotten far, I mean, he’s a child now!” Another male speaks, Masky, his mask is white with feminine black features. He’s wearing a tan colored jacket.

        Another man steps in. “S-Slender said we h-have to find him. You know w-what happens when you d-disobey S-S-Slender,” He stutters, bringing his gray and brown mouthguard down when he speaks, exposing his cheek. His cheek has a large gash in it, and his teeth seem to stick out of his cheek. He replaces the mouthguard as soon as he’s done speaking as if afraid anyone would see. His orange goggles are propped up on his head, his brown hair sticking out like it’s staticy. He wears a brown and grey jacket, and a blue hood covers the top of his head.

He grips two hatchets tightly by the handles, but he does not seem to notice the pain shooting through his hands, doesn’t notice the blisters forming upon his palms. He can’t feel pain, of any kind. His head seems to twitch at times, spasms run through his arms, his legs, he has Tourettes.

        Masky shudders at those words, remembering the numerous occasions he was put on bedrest from the injuries he obtained from disobeying his master. “Well, we won’t let him down. We’ll find him. He releases electric charges, right Hoodie?” He says, turning his head to look at his masked companion. “Toby, do you still have the device Slender gave you?” He asks, looking at the twitching man.

        Toby laughs softly, walking forward, the device in hand. “Still d-doubting me, eh M-Masky?” He hands the device to Masky.

        “Of course I do,” Masky says, fiddling with the buttons on the device. “You’re Toby,”

        Toby sighs. “Just trace the d-damn location, w-will you?”

        “Location locked. Let’s get him, boys,”


        


                                                                                (WARNING! Slight mature content)

        Your POV

        Your head rests in your hands. Another laugh rings through the house, and you sigh. This kid is driving you mad. He’s cute and all, but he hasn’t stopped laughing, and earlier he found your liquor supply. For an hour he was stumbling around, drunk, but it wore off quite quickly.

        You decide it’s time you go check on him. As you walk through the hallway, you hear a loud noise, and voices. You gasp and run. You race into the living room and see three men. Two men in masks, one mask is white with feminine features, the other is a black mask with a red face. The third man is wearing a gray and brown mouthguard and orange goggles. The white masked man is holding BEN, who is smiling and clapping.

        “HEY!” You yell, and all heads turn towards you. “Let him go!” You yell, racing at him. You reach for BEN, but the man with the goggles grabs you from behind, pulling you close. You see movement below you and gasp when you see the hatchets in your captor's hands. He throws you against the wall, holding the hatchet up to your neck while pinning you with his other hand. He looks at you with a perverted sort of look, and you cringe at his next words.

        “Ah… It’s t-too bad. You’re cute. I wish I d-didn’t have to kill you,” He stutters, and you open your mouth to scream, but only muffled whimpers escape as he covers your mouth. You lift your legs, kicking him in the crotch, but he doesn’t react. He reaches his hand down, pressing it on the inside of your thigh, squeezing it hard. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. He chuckles. “Now now l-love, be nice. You wouldn’t want t-to be,” He whispers the next word in your ear. “Punished.”

        You hear someone clear their throat, and your eyes shoot open, looking at the man holding BEN. “As much as we all love playing with our victims, right now we don’t have time. Just kill her, Toby, and let's get out of here,” He says, and the pressure on your inner thigh lets up. Toby drops his head, feigning disappointment.

        “Well,” Toby says, looking you in the eyes. “It was f-fun while it lasted,” Your eyes widen as he lifts his hatchet, prepared to strike you with it, but is interrupted by a loud scream, and a small figure jumps on him.

        BEN.

        Startled, he lets you go, and you take the opportunity to run for the door, but you’re blocked by the man in the black mask. He grabs you, and you scream. The man in the white mask whips out a gun, pointing it at you, and you stop screaming.

        “It turns out we have a problem. Our little BEN here doesn’t want her dead. He wants her to come with us,” Your eyes widen. Toby looks over at you and winks. You look down and blush. You’re suddenly yanked roughly to the side, and you look to see who has you.

        Of course, it’s Toby. “Masky, where’s BEN?” Toby asks, and the white masked man turns around.

        “Hoodie has him,” Masky says, gesturing at the man with the black mask. BEN seems to be hiding behind his legs, playing with his shoelaces.

        Toby looks down at you. “How about me and you go up to your room?” He asks you, and you shrink back. “I’m sure it would help if you had your own clothes, rather than using Jane’s or Natalie’s,” You hesitantly nod your head, and he leads you by your shoulders, up the stairs. You take one last look at BEN, before being shoved up the stairs.

        “Where’s your r-room?” He asks, and you point at the one at the end of the hall. He opens it and stares at your (F/C) walls. He blinks. “That’s a l-lot of (F/C),” He says.

        “Yeah,” You mumble. You grab a bag, stuffing random clothes into it. You see Toby searching through your underwear drawer, and you throw the bag at him.

        He turns around, holding a pair of your panties. You blush, and he laughs. “Let’s go, we’re g-gonna be late,” He pushes you out, and leads you downstairs. He opens the door, and pushes you outside, meeting up with Masky and Hoodie. As you all walk into the woods, you look up at Toby.

        “H-Hey, Toby?” You ask and he grunts in reply. You take a deep breath, afraid to know the answer. “Where are we going?” He laughs, a deep chuckle, and looks you dead in the eyes.

        “Let’s just say it’s where dreams die, and nightmares thrive,”
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