I used big words! (biggest accomplishment in my life XD) Also, Ben used a pun using one of catchphrases (He references himself too much). See if you can find it~! Enjoy the chapter!

-Ben-

I didn't want to ask that, it made me sound like a pathetic child who had just got in a fight with his best friend. Which was partially true, but I'm not a child anymore…not a pathetic one, anyway. He looked at me, his expression changing from rage to surprise and sadness.

"…Don't be stupid…" He said finally, "Of course I like you, you're my friend." I could tell he had to fight the urge to say 'My only friend' by the tone he used, drawn-out and pained. He thought nobody liked him but me, during conversations he would just hide in the corner, locking himself in the shadows as if he was in his own world. He didn't even talk during the all Creepypasta meetings. Was that what he was thinking about? Knowing he hated himself made me feel like a horrible friend, because I didn't know how it felt, I couldn't help.

Maybe I could help; maybe I did understand and didn't realize it. I could relate a little…that of the events I experienced before I died… Was that...Was that why he didn't like Creepypasta? Did he think we didn't deserve to hurt people, no matter how terrible the fate we ourselves endured? I wanted to ask him, but I tripped over that weird feeling in my throat for the second time. I didn't want to cry again, I had been acting too much like a child; I had to stop myself this time.

"I don't hate you, and I wouldn't know what to do if I did," he said to me, he was trying to reassure me as if the he thought I didn't buy it the first time. I wasn't sure if I had already begun crying, he was acting like I was, but I didn't feel blood dripping down my cheeks, other than the blood tears forced out when my eyes got torn out of my skull.

He walked over to the rock I was sitting on; he didn't sit down though, just stood above me as if trying to make himself look big. I wasn't sure what he wanted out of this, I just looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something. "…you're too quiet," He muttered. His voice arched slightly, so I knew he was questioning me, but I didn't answer. He sighed, "I've never seen you this quiet." He was sitting next to me now and he wanted me to say something, but I didn't.

There was always that part of me in my mind that was stubborn enough to do things like this, and it had corrupted me. I wasn't sure how Gold would react to this, me refusing to talk when I was usually a very talkative person. He probably thought something was wrong with me, maybe there was. "…Ben…" He said. Now he was getting worried, I had to say something; he thought that I was convinced he hated me.

"I believe you…" I muttered. What was that?! Was that all I could say in this situation? I couldn't joke about his worry? I couldn't say anything more reassuring? I knew there was something wrong now… "That weird habit of yours…where you get all silent because of one little thing…it hasn't changed." Gold said. I didn't even know that I had a habit of doing what I just did. How did he even know about it if he just locked himself in his own world? Did someone tell him about it?

Too many questions…they were impossible to answer…I hated it. It made my head hurt and made me want to scream in frustration, the more the pile of questions grew, the more insane I became. I never showed it though, the game was like the way I wanted it because I thought it was fun, not because I was insane. I did everything I do because I think it's fun, not because I'm insane. Was what I thought was fun insane to other people?

"Tell me why you do it." "Eh?" "Why do you…get all silent in these situations?" Crap, why did he ask a question I couldn't answer? "I dunno." I said, it sounded kind of growly, but I couldn't stop it. "I think I know why…" He said. I noticed the worried tone still lingered in his voice, I didn't want to worry him; that was the last thing I wanted to do. "I know because I do it too," He said. "It's about your death."

I nearly jumped when I realized he was right, I left conversations when they mentioned my death, I got quiet when I thought about it a few minutes ago. It always lingered in my mind; everyone had theories about why my father had done it, every theory stuck to me. It was the worst question, it was an awful question, and I wanted to answer it so it would leave.

"…Is that why?" He asked. I looked at him, damn the worried look on his face. It needed to leave too. "Yes…I think so," I smiled, and he got a somewhat triumphant look. I felt better then, though neither of us talked for a while. He looked at the storm awkwardly every few moments. I figured having to live most of his afterlife trapped in dark places gave him a certain resistance to it, though that wouldn't stop him hiding out in crowds, when he was just with one person or by himself he probably would rather brave the storm not caring of the consequences. But he was with me, a boy who feared water in any form, and wouldn't dare drag me out there for his own reasons.

I liked him for that, Jeff or one of the others would be happy to drag me through a thunderstorm, maybe even chuck me in a flooded lake given the chance. Gold would never do that, unless I was being a killing machine or life or death circumstances were involved. He only dragged me through the storm earlier because he knew the cave was much safer than a tent in this sort of weather, and I only acted upset.

"Ben, do you think that maybe…there is somewhere else I could fit in…other than Creepypasta…?" The ghost beside me asked. I wasn't sure how to respond, he sounded so unsure of himself, was there self-hate in that, too? "I'm not sure…" I said, but I wasn't finished. "…but you said you wanted to start your own life, it wouldn't be your own life if you go somewhere that belongs to a certain person."

He looked surprised that those words came out of my mouth. Normally, that would be something he would say. Then he shut his eyes and sighed. "Maybe you're right, I should just start on my own…" He got up and wandered to his bag, but I very faintly heard him say, "But you're going to change my mind at some point…"