At Red’s garage! (Kyle’s POV)

*This fanfic is under my folder “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic/117842-my-character-designs-lt-33-3?start=225. This is my ship AU of the Creepypasta characters Ben Drowned x Lost Silver. Glitchy Red is a Creepypasta character in this too, the year is 2005 and Ben and Kyle (human name I chose for Lost Silver) are 15 years old. Red is an adult. Anyway, enjoy!*

Kyle stopped. He didn’t want to walk any further.

School had ended and Ben had taken him all the way to a garage filled with many gaming consoles, tangled in wires on shelves. A man in a gray shirt and jeans with red streaked in his black hair, supposedly the “Red” that Ben thought was cool, stared at him, his brown eyes looking at him too intently.

“Open the door.” Kyle blurted out.

The garage was lit only by the dim glow of the TV. The door was closed and the longer he stood there, the more it felt like the walls were going to close in, to choke him, to-

“Are you sure? We have all kinds of video games here, there might be something that you like.” Red said. His voice sounded soft. Too soft. Too nice. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did.

“Just open it!” Kyle yelled. His voice cracked and his eyes were watery with tears that wanted to come out, but they wouldn’t, because hecouldn’tcryinfrontofthemitwouldn’thappenitshouldn’tnononono-

“Seriously? I told you before we got here that it would be fine. How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Yes, Ben did tell him that it would be fine. But he was also mad and Ben was never mad at him before. Kyle got a sinking feeling his chest, like his own heart sank down to his stomach. If Ben wasn’t going to listen, then would anyone? He had to run.

Bright sunlight flooded his eyes, but the door was open, so he turned around and ran.

He would not cry in some guy’s garage.

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Kyle had made it back home on time. Good. The last time he didn’t make it, Mom didn’t give him any dinner. He had to heat something up. 

He turned open the side door, wiping away his tears as he walked through the kitchen and to the carpeted stairs. Mom was watching TV and Dad was at work. He could have some time to himself before he had to interact with his parents.

Time to himself. He wanted to talk to Ben. He wanted to play video games with Ben. But Ben didn’t want to hang out with him.

Well. Video games could still be fun alone.

Kyle turned the knob to his room, anticipating a night of Pokèmon Silver-

His shelves were empty. Completely empty.  No figurines, no video games, not even the Pokèball he kept next to his bed. He had…he had nothing.

“What the hell happened to my stuff?!” Kyle shouted loud enough for Mom to hear. His heart raced as he ran inside, searching for any other video games, because they couldn’t all be gone, right?

“Oh, your Dad got rid of it all when you were at school!”

What. What?!

“That-that was my stuff! He can’t-What the fuck?!” 

Why was he still looking? He wasn’t going to find anything. There was nothing left. He took everything. Everything.

“Language, young man! This is why he took all your video games! They’re too violent.”

No…no, she didn’t care. She was judging him…she…they both…they both didn’t think much of him. They always had something to say about him. 

His pimples made him look ugly, no girl would want him. He should learn to talk to people, so he could have more friends and maybe a girlfriend. He should not play video games because they made him foul-mouthed and mean, but he liked playing Pokèmon and Sonic the most, so where did that come from? 

He should not hang out with Ben because he had those weird pointy ears and being with a weird kid like Ben made HIM weird and nobody liked that!

But he didn’t care what anybody else thought. He didn’t care what sOme gIRl had to say about him. He just…he just wanted to play video games with the one person he thought would understand.

And Ben did not understand. That thought stopped Kyle from looking.

He drew himself away from the box in his closet that had nothing in it,  no video games, not anymore and lay down.

It didn’t matter because there were no more video games.

Maybe he could finally get some sleep in.