Broken Games

A BEN X Sally fanfic

Alright! So I (finally) got around to writing a little bit! Yays! Pixellated love might be a little bit late in coming, as I want to hold it for a while!

Enjoy the first chappie of Broken Games!

Chapter One ~Sally~

"Please?" I beg, although my hopes are fading.

The boy in front of me shakes his head firmly. "No. You're not allowed to kill until you're the same age as me, you know that, Sally,"

I pout, sticking out my bottom lip for emphasis. "But BEN… I'll never be your age!"

BEN crosses the room, his back to me now. Carefully, he bends down over an old, worn cardboard box, sorting through it's contents. I stride over to him, trying to look as imposing and grown up as possible, but it just makes him laugh.

"You should really stop trying to persuade me to take you. You can't even travel through cyberspace like I can, and just how does a midget like you plan to kill a full grown human?"

I blink, surprised at his outburst. It's not like he's a quiet person or anything, but that was just out of personality for him. BEN finally finds what he's looking for, a game cartridge.

"And now, I'll see you later, Sally,"

I stare angrily after him as he disappear, off to terrorize another victim, I'd guess. I pull myself onto his bed, putting my chin on my knees, and wept.

Usually, I hide the fact that I'm not a 'pure' creepypasta as they call it. I'm not fully insane. It causes the 'pure ones' to treat me horribly, including the fact that I'm not allowed to kill. BEN, however is a 'pure' creepypasta, and he knows it. He can be soooo annoying, putting me down like that. It's not my fault that I'm not dead or insane! Ha! I'm actually glad I didn't ever drown!

"What a stupid way to die!"

"Thanks, Sally. Nice to know what you think of me,"

I turn around to see BEN has returned.

"D…Did I just say all that out loud?" I stutter. If I did, I'm in big trouble. BEN will tell Slendy, and then I'll get beat, or worse, exiled.

BEN walks over to his bed, footsteps echoing through the room. It surprises me when he sits beside me and places a hand on my shoulder. "You did. I kind of understand though, so don't worry, I won't tell Slendy. If you don't bother me."

I nod, slightly relieved, but amazed that a 'pure' creepypastasuch as him would help an 'unpure' one like me. It just doesn't happen. Confusion sweeps over me. Maybe this is a trap, or a ploy!

"I….I'll be going now!" I stutter before running out.

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