Kyle is thinking…thinking about what?

*This fanfic is under my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. This is a ship fanfic with the Creepypasta character Ben Drowned (created by Jadusable) and Lost Silver (creator unknown). This is in my AU where it’s 2005 and both of the characters are 15 years old. Also, I gave Lost Silver the human name of “Kyle”. Creepy stuff will happen soon, just not now! Anyway…enjoy!*

Kyle lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his interaction with Ben.

Ben didn’t get mad at him at all, which was quite a peculiar thing. Most people got mad at Kyle for playing video games while walking. Perhaps they had a reason to be mad, but the video games made him feel connected. They brought ease to his heart. They were the one thing that made sense to him. To put them down was like severing a limb.

Instead, Ben seemed to care about him accidentally hurting himself. Nobody ever asked how he was, they just resorted to yelling at him.

Yet Ben was so nice. He gave Kyle back his gameboy and then he stared at Kyle. No, strangely enough, Kyle didn’t feel like walking away. He probably should have walked away sooner, that would have been the rational thing…but his eyes…oh, his eyes were so blue. So glittering, just like the bright quality of the pixel video games on his gameboy. His blond hair looked so soft, softer than any plush toy in Kyle’s room, like he could twirl strands of Ben’s hair for hours…

And briefly, Kyle saw the Majora’s Mask game case stored in Ben’s pocket, which meant that he liked video games just like him.

If they were in the same neighborhood, maybe they could see each other again. Maybe they could play video games together. It would be nice to play with someone else, even if Ben’s favorite video game wasn’t Pokémon Silver.

His parents assumed that Kyle hated everyone at school and was just a “video-game playing brat”, but in reality, nobody at school wanted to talk to him. Why would they? When he wasn’t doing schoolwork, his head was down, facing either his gameboy or a Pokémon handbook. He wore the same white shirt and matching shorts, along with the same white baseball cap that had still fit him, even though he got the clothes at the young age of ten. He liked Pokèmon ever since he was ten years old. So, people assumed that he was somehow “less than” because he hadn’t changed his interests since ten.

But the white clothes felt comforting to him. Though he still loved Pokèmon, that didn’t mean that he didn’t want the same things that other kids his age had. He wanted friends, but even more than that, he wanted love. He saw the other kids at school in relationships and he wanted somebody to love and care for him in a way that was more than friendship, in a way that said somebody wanted him deeply. Yet any time he would talk about it with his parents, they would say some variation of:

“You want love? Then don’t dress weird. Stop with the Pokèmon stuff, you’re a little too obsessive. No girl is going to want to date you if you keep this up. It’s not attractive.”

But he didn’t want to change himself and he certainly didn’t want to talk to any girls. Just the idea of him attempting to be attractive to a girl was enough to make Kyle gag.

Maybe he’d see Ben again.