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ben, jeff and ej while high

BEN drowned

no because he would definitely have the munchies

he would download really trippy games to play while he’s smoking

100% a damn VIBE to smoke with

would never have his own shit

probably a chill high, he would probably just get sleepy, and hungry

eyeless jack(oh god i love this man)

he would be so against drugs and NEVER smoke

but BEN and jeff would definitely hand him an edible and say it’s just candy

jack’s a hella paranoid high

he doesn’t know what’s going on, but when jeff tells him they got him high he WILL freak tf out

he lays on the floor and can’t shut up about how he ‘is going to die’

would def only do it once, and not talk to jeff or BEN for weeks

jeff the killer

he probably smokes a lot

paranoid high, but that doesn’t stop him

get’s wayyy to high every time and he greens out. saying he is ‘never going to get high again’ but proceeds to smoke the next day

lays on the bathroom floor in silence, contemplating his life choices

not good with other people while he’s high

always got the weed

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BEN: What I need to do today: laundry, clean, catch up on my work.

BEN: What I’m gonna do today: watch Netflix, eat, play games, and freak out at midnight that I haven’t done anything yet.

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same

BEN: Is there something evil awakening inside of me or is it just time for me to actually get some sleep…?

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ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕𝟓𝟐

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ . ʙʟᴜʀʙ . ꜰᴜʟʟ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ . ᴀᴏ3

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Nothing could have prepared you for the strong metallic scent of blood wafting through the desolate cabin. Your breathing constricted with each step, slowly rounding the cracked plaster corner of the hallway only to lay your eyes on a heaving seven-foot-tall man. He stands in the middle of what should be the living room, staring at nothing, fists clenching and unclenching. Your eyes trail to his messy brown hair; dirt, debris, and dried blood clump the wavy strands together. The indent of a black strap nestles nicely within the tangles of his hair, the band connecting to the deep blue mask that is all too familiar.

What catches your eye next is just how bloody he is. The gray button-up shirt seems to stick to his muscular upper body, the blood being the glue that holds it together. Crimson liquid drips from his dark gray forearms to the scuffed wooden floor, leaving stains that will never come out. You couldn’t help but notice how his khaki pants fit so nicely around his thick thighs and ass, but the thoughts didn’t linger long as the next thing your poor human brain comprehends is his dark and gravelly toned voice.

“Come here,” he states, leaving no room for argument. Your body feels numb, buzzing with anticipation and fear. It is hard to ignore the lump in your throat that prevents you from speaking, so you take nervous steps toward the man instead–if that is even what you could call him. The way his ashen gray skin fades into black asphalt from his forearms to his fingertips says otherwise. You try not to think about it too much, as indifference is the key to survival.

So you approach him, head craning up to look into the abyss of his eye sockets that lead like tunnels into hell, presumably where he came from. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The mixture of the cold cabin air hitting your exposed legs and arms and the intensity of his stare makes it challenging to stand normally.

Your eyes break his gaze and your hands come up to rub your upper arms to try to create some semblance of warmth. Hard nipples poke through the thin cotton material of your tiny tank top. A small rose in the middle of the collar compliments the pale blue fabric nicely. It has a vintage vibe that makes you wonder just how old it is. You didn't have many options, this being the few articles of clothing that was left in the two-bedroom cabin. The top fitting in the first place is a miracle since the shorts you wore did not. They're too big and flared for your liking–the only saving grace being the drawstrings on the band. You had asked him for your clothes back from that first day, but he had shaken his head, saying something along the lines of, “They’re stained. You don’t want them.”

“Closer,” he whispered, voice breaking up your clouded brain. You didn’t want to come closer because if you did, your bare feet would be standing in the pool of blood that continues to drip from him. Your mind ran a thousand thoughts per second, scared of what would happen if you refused, and terrified of what would come of you if you listened.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He questioned, cocking his head to the left, that horrible blue mask still concealing his face. You knew enough about him to understand that he is very matter-of-fact, not one to sugarcoat or beat around the bush. At times it frustrated you, it made him sound robotic and inhumane, and you guess it makes sense because nothing about the figure towering in front of you said ‘human.’ Other times, it helps because you know theres nothing he would be hiding.

Letting out a shaky exhale, you shake your head no, relying on your body to communicate rather than your wavering voice. Cold enveloped your feet; it was thicker than water and felt horrible against the pads of your feet. You gasped at the sensation, hands coming up to grip his half-buttoned shirt, which you immediately regretted because it felt the same as the floor–cold, hard, and wet.

“What do you want?” You try to keep your voice from sounding frightened, but you doubt it helps. His large hand came up to cup your cheeks, thumb spreading more of that sickly red liquid under your right eye, which squeezed shut at the feeling.

“You.”

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: so this was just a little blurb of a smut thats currently in the works! its all the way done, lookin at about 6k words but it just needs to get edited! the full thing will be published on ao3 cause the contents are too much for tumblr to handle lol but ill make another post for that with the link when its done!

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Brian: So Toby, there’s a rumor going around that you’re into Y/N!

Toby, deadpan: Rumor.

Toby: A rumor?

Toby: Are you telling me some people doubt it???