So, in this chapter I changed to Silvey's (That nickname is adorable XD) point of view, and in the next it will probably be in Ben's point of view. I decided to change due to the fact that it's easier for me when there is more dialogue involved. aaannnnyyyway...enjoy this chapter~

-Lost Silver-

I wasn't sure why it surprised me, it just did. I think it was because they could've gotten someone normal (If you can consider anybody in Creepypasta "normal") to get me, but instead they sent a poltergeist who could catch people on fire and kill them without putting thought into it. But that was just a guess…

"Silver! There you are!" He said, running over to me. I scowled at him in return, which made him stop, like it wasn't at all what he was expecting. "What the heck are you doing here?" I growled at him, though the answer was obvious. "To come and get you…?" he said. He sounded rather unsure that was the real answer, but I took it anyway. "Well, I don't want to go back," I stated, my blood red eyes meeting his hollow ones. I momentarily wondered what it was like to have your eyes torn from your skull before he said "What? Why wouldn't you want to-"

I cut him off by walking away, which was a failed attempt as he appeared in front of me. I bit back the urge to groan at how persistent he is when he puts his mind to it, and glared at him as if he disgusted me. "What? I'm just doing what I was told to do…" I arched an eyebrow at him, knowing that he always does as he pleases and almost never what he's told.

We just stared at each other for a little while, though it seemed like an hour, before he decided to break the silence. "Why don't you…want to come back?" He asked hesitantly. I opened my mouth to speak, but remembered that Masky and Hoodie may make their rounds around the forest anytime now. So I regenerated my arm (My only guess of how I can do that is codes) and grabbed onto his wrist before beginning to run back to a secret place I found somewhere in the woods. "Gold! Wh-where are we going?!" Ben screamed, he was struggling, but failing miserably to get anything out of it.

I didn't speak to him along the way, I would answer any questions at camp, but not here where anyone could find us. The second we arrived I dropped the panting boy so he could sit down. "This…is…kidnapping," He growled. "It is not, I just don't want anybody to see us," I looked around; it looked like everything was there. "That gives you the right to drag me here?!" "Yes." If he wanted to continue this, it would've been interesting, me being stubborn and him being persistent. But he decided to change the subject, "Let's go back to my question, why don't you want to come back?" He was looking directly at me, as if his intention was to burn a hole through me.

"…I don't want…to hurt people." If he had been drinking something at that moment, he probably would have pulled off a spit tick; instead he gave me a look that was something between surprise and desperate confusion. "What do you mean?" I wasn't able to look at him anymore, so I stared at the forest's dirt floor and began to fidget with my 'hand'. "I mean…I don't like scaring people, or hurting them…I was able to put up with it but…now I'm just sick of it," I wasn't even sure he heard that, or if he had heard it, WANTED to.

He didn't respond. All he did was slowly begin to crawl to my side. "I guess…I guess I'm just not a good Creepypasta." I said after a while. "You're a great Creepypasta," He said, "Just because you don't like it doesn't mean that you're bad at it." Somehow, that hurt. I wasn't sure how or why it hurt, it just did. You'd think that it would be comforting, Ben being such a great Creepypasta and complementing me, a simple story compared to his. But it sent a weird stingy pain through my chest, as if some part of me took it the wrong way.

I looked at him, and knew immediately why it hurt. Ben was crying.

Sucky ending? I didn't know how else to end it, sorry Ben and Ben fans. But I had to make him cry. anyway, be sure to tell me what you think~