Shared moments in the basement

*This Creepypasta fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are underneath my forum “My character designs<33[2]”. This is a Creepypasta ship fanfic of Ben Drowned and Lost Silver. Lost Silver’s human name is Kyle in my AU and they are both fifteen years old in this AU. This takes place in 2005. Ben Drowned and Lost Silver are already existing Creepypasta characters, you can google them if you want. I hope you enjoy this!*

“And this right here is my Majora’s Mask figurine of Link! This by far is my favorite one, because it’s the version that’s from my favorite video game, and anything based off my favorite video game is bound to get my approval, and…”

Ben was showing off all of the many trinkets he collected over the years, starting off with his Sailor Moon collection and ending with his Legend of Zelda collection. He was going on and on about how wonderful his collection was, every word absorbed by Kyle.

Every day at school, Ben and Kyle would meet up in Ben’s basement to play video games together. Of course, they didn’t just play video games, they also talked about things that they enjoyed, ordered pizza and watched TV together. They spent every single second trying to get to know one another better and Kyle would cherish every minute of it, even as he was scratching at his own red, raw patch of skin on his wrist, for-

WAIT! All the days that Kyle and Ben met and they didn’t even exchange numbers. What if they both merely wanted to text each other but didn’t have the chance to?

“You want my number?” Kyle asked, unable to keep the question swirling inside him any longer.

Ben’s blue eyes went wide upon hearing Kyle speak and for a moment, Kyle wondered if he did anything wrong by asking, if he made Ben uncomfortable in any way, if-No. He asked and it was time for him to wait for Ben’s reaction. It never hurt to ask anybody, right? Besides, they were pretty close to each other. It wasn’t weird at all.

“Sure thing. Just tell me what your number is and I’ll put it in.” Ben said, taking out a light blue BlackBerry phone from his jeans pocket.

“555-6060.” Kyle recited, watching as Ben typed in the number with anxious eyes, awaiting for a response on his own phone.

A second later, Kyle felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and flipped the cover on his silver Motorola RAZR and felt his heart skip a beat as he checked his messages and got: “Hi”.

“Did you just text me?” Kyle asked, just to make sure.

Ben’s eyes lit up even more than they always did, and he said:

“Yep! I sure did. You can add me in as a contact. Now, as I was saying…”

Ben went on to trail off about his figurines while Kyle added him in as a contact. Though he was proud of himself for taking the initiative and asking for his number, he wasn’t sure if much would come of it or if it would even be worth it at all.

But no matter what, Kyle would always care about Ben. Even if something happened to put them apart. (It would never happen because they were closer than ever, but it was a thought he kept in mind.)