Lost & Drowned

(A Creepypasta Fanfiction)

Chapter 1, Missing

Ben stared straight forward, not focusing on anything but the thoughts in his mind. He could tell the others were also think intently - Most likely about the same thing. Because yesterday night, Lost Silver had ran away from the Creepypasta household and, to make matters worse, disappeared.

He wasn't sure why he had such an odd feeling about this, as nobody else seemed to be worried, at least not a worried as him. Perhaps it was because he was one of the few people Silver considered as his friend, maybe it was because it was so sudden and unexpected. He wasn't sure if he was upset Silver had left or angry because of it. Heck, what was he sure about? Ever since he drowned, his mind was full of questions, questions he could never answer, and it was driving him insane.

"Ben? May I speak to you for a moment?" Slenderman's voice came in then, making him nearly jump out of his skin. Ignoring the giggling of his friends (other than growling at them), Ben slowly got up and walked to the doorway where Slenderman was standing. "What?" he asked, more demanding than he would've liked. "I have an assignment for you," Slenderman said simply. Ben raised an eyebrow at him as if to say 'Of course, why not?', and Slenderman continued: "Masky and Hoodie have reported seeing Gold in the forest; I am sending you to retrieve him."

"Why me?" Ben asked, and he was answered by dark chuckling: "Because you are clearly worried about him. Why else would I choose you?" Ben shot a warning glance at Jeff, who was now laughing so hard his eyes were watering. He hissed at him mentally before turning back to Slenderman. "Fine then, I'll do it." He growled and pushed past the faceless man, desperate for some alone time so he could calm down.

And hopefully, his wish would be granted. Upon walking into his room, he slammed his door behind him, flopped down on his bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. He wasn't necessarily sure this was considered 'calming down' or a way children would fall asleep at night, just staring at what appeared to be nothing. Either way, it was relaxing to him and gave him peace and quiet.

…or so he thought. "JANE, GET THE HECK OFFA ME!" "IF I DO WILL YOU ADMIT YOUR DEFEAT?!" "WHA-?! NO!" "THEN IM NOT GETTIN OFFA YOU!" The screaming downstairs was enough to make Ben groan loudly and slam his face into a pillow. Now he REALLY wanted to go on that mission.