I have to go back to school tomorrow, which means less computer time. This chapter was a bit rushed (I forgot all my ideas last second) but I still think it turned out pretty good. I hope you enjoy it!

-Lost Silver-

Neither of us were talking, it was strange and comforting. I had a part of me that hated silence that it would want to make me scream just to get rid of it; I couldn't do that as Ben would question my sanity (Considering I'm one of the very few Creepypastas that's sane). Then there was a part of me that enjoyed silence, the new me, the one created after death. I clung on to that personality, as the other one is an idiot.

I didn't know what to say if I wanted to break the silence. I didn't know if I could if I tried. I would most likely say something wrong, and then Ben wouldn't talk to me for an even longer period of time, and I certainly did not want that. One of us would have to talk eventually, the silence was uncomfortable to Ben as he was used to so much noise. So we just fidgeted awkwardly until one of could come up with something, finally, Ben let out a groan. "You're the one that's too quiet!" He said, a bit of joke in his voice.

I rolled my eyes at him, "You're only saying that because I never start conversations," I continued to try to figure out where the heck I put the sleeping bags in my backpack. "Exactly," He giggled. "Why do you never try breaking silences?" "I don't have anyone to talk to most of the time," I muttered, now I was getting frustrated and I started tearing things out of my bag. "Then you should hang out with people more often." He offered. "The day Munchlax evolves into Beautifly." "Oh, so now you hate talking to people?" "Well, I don't hate it." I said, agitated. "So you would if you wanted to?" Ben smiled at me; he knew I was getting angry. "I guess so… I'm just not a talkative person." I shrugged.

"What are you looking for, anyway?" He appeared next to me, which I didn't even notice till just then. "The spare sleeping bags," I said plainly, though he didn't appear to be paying attention. "Heeeyyyyy…What's this?" Ben asked, fiddling with a device, in which I immediately snatched away. "It's a Gameboy Color." I growled. "So this is your game~?" "How did you…? Give me that!" The boy was part virus, I wasn't going to let him just fiddle with my game, Mew knows what would happen to it.

"Alright, alright. I get it." He smiled at me evilly. I tried to ignore him but he was watching me, and to be honest it was creeping me out a little. "I-I don't need help." I said, closing my eyes to squeeze out anger. "Am I scaring you?" "Scaring me, no. Creeping me out…yes." I opened my eyes to look at him, now he was in a more relaxed position. "I have that effect on people," He smirked. "We all do," I stated, rolling my eyes. "You're rolling your eyes like a girl." "Shut up or I will make you sleep in the rain." "Of course you will." "You're annoying, you know that?" "I get that a lot," He shrugged. 'He's fun if you ask me,' Classic Gold giggled in my mind, causing me to growl.

"Why are you making that noise?" Ben asked. Crap, did I do that out loud? "No reason," I said quickly, finally succeeding with finding one sleeping bag. "Gold…" He was giving me a questioning look. He didn't know about my split personality, I didn't want him to know. "It's nothing." My voice cracked, betraying my wish to sound reassuring. "…you're doing it again." Ben said, crawling over to me. "But this time I know there's something wrong." He was right; there was something wrong with me. I wasn't about to admit it, but who was I kidding? He would have to find out eventually…

"Just…just help me put all the stuff back," I said, noticing the mess on the floor. Ben sighed, "Whatever you say." 'I thought you said he wasn't obedient?' The other Gold experimented. 'Shut up, you little idiot.' 'Well, that wasn't very nice~.' "You know how you said that I have a 'habit' of getting silent in certain situations?" Ben's voice broke me from my mental argument. "Y-yeah," I said, barely loud enough to hear. "Well, I think that you have a bad habit of keeping to yourself when something is wrong," He said, looking into my eyes. Did he seriously think he could pressure this out of me? "Maybe I do, but it's none of your business." I muttered.

"…you shouldn't do that. It'll make people worry about you…and it's bad to keep it to yourself." "…I've had enough worrying for one day," I sighed, shaking my head. "We just need to stop." He gave me that sort of look that says 'Don't-think-you're-gonna-stop-me' but nodded. "I think it's late anyway…" He offered. I didn't think it was, but I had to admit I was tired; I had woken up in the middle of the night several times because of disturbing dreams. As if reading my mind, Ben continued by saying "You can sleep if you want, you look tired." I would never admit to him how grateful I was for that, but I nodded to him and ventured to one of the other sides of cave to find a comfortable spot.

When I finally found a spot, I sprawled out the sleeping bag and attempted to sleep. I didn't think I was going to – I couldn't get comfortable. Right before I feel asleep I noticed something, something that scared me slightly as it was very rare and it barely happened to me…I was cold.

If you don't get why it's such a big deal that Silver's cold it's because ghosts very rarely feel temperature change, though humans feel cold around ghosts, ghosts barely feel climate change. Unless their cuddling you, like Gold does when he wants to be warm XD (LS: HEY!) I may not be updating for a while, but be sure to check my story every once in a while. That is all. Sayonara!