*Lost Silver*

Ben was famous. The other video game 'pastas looked up to him like he was in a royal family or something. Why would he give up that for living with…well…someone like me?

I don't even know what he saw in me. I mostly kept to myself, maybe sometimes I would have short conversations with Red or Tarnished Gold, but that was it. People took of advantage of me, I let them. Ben…stopped them. He thought a person shouldn't be treated like that, and so he protected me.

Actually, before that, I hated him. He was often doing those stupid things naughty kids do and he got in trouble a lot (and I mean a lot) I thought for sure that on that day he was going to make some stupid request of me, but he ended up pulling me to my feet, threatening to do some very violent things to anyone who dare mess with me, and dragging me back to my room.

That was around two years ago.

He never forgot his promise to protect me.

I want him to forget.

This was my mission and my mission alone, I should've never told him in the first place.

Now I had to make him change his mind.

I stopped a moment, realizing I had practically walked from one end of the cave to the other. It seemed like one minute ago I was at the lake, the next I was at the entrance to the outside world.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if Ben had followed me, apparently he hadn't, so I stepped outside.

The storm had stopped and the sun was out, making the forest seem like the land of the shiny dewdrops.

This part of the forest outside of Creepypasta Mansion was deceivingly pretty, the trees were strong and healthy and huge, and then the further down you got they became…grey and…dead…

…and creepy…

Sometimes I wonder what Slenderman did to those poor trees…

It…it isn't natural…

But anyway, this part of the forest was pretty and that's why I liked it better.

I sat down on a rock and looked up at the blue sky. You would never see anything like this at the mansion…not often.

But the sun was hot, reeeaaallly hot.

…but even ice was warm to me, so I guess I would have to deal with it…

Wait, who was I convincing to stay with Creepypasta?

"What the heck are you doing way out here?" Ben asked, startling me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I responded slowly.

"I was looking for you. Now tell me."

"Nothing, really…" I said quietly.

"That's your answer for everything," Ben complained, sitting down next to me.

"Well, it's the truth." I shrugged.

Ben looked over at me and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"What?" I asked, trying not to blush from his stare. I hated it when people stared at me…

"It's nothing, just…" He raised an eyebrow, "I never noticed you look transparent in the sun until now."

Now I was blushing. "Aren't ghosts supposed to be transparent?" I growled.

"Well, yeah, but…" He stopped, noticing I was uncomfortable, then focused his blood-colored eyes on the scenery. "Sorry. Nevermind."

I let my walls lower slightly and looked away as well. "I-it's fine…"

"I was going to say that you only do that when you're scared."

I bit my lip.

"Are you scared of something?"

I shook my head.

"You can talk about it."

I shook my head again.

"People always think we're fearless…" Ben said slowly. "No, they always think everyone except themselves is fearless… but that's just a stereotype. Everyone's afraid of something. I'm afraid of water, Red's afraid of Ghost, um…"

"My rival's afraid of failure and being abused…" I added quietly.

"Thank you…The point is… I'm not about to let someone I care about tell me that they believe in that stupid theory. I know you're scared of something; you're scared of a lot of things. It isn't wrong to talk about it. After all, I told you about my fears, didn't I?"

I stayed silent.

"And don't give me any of that 'You wouldn't understand' crap."

I was pretty sure my lip was bleeding at this point. "Promise you won't tell anyone..?"

"I promise."

I took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm scared…of being the person…nobody likes…that people think doesn't fit in…of being the person who is forgotten and left behind… I don't want to have to go through that again…"

Ben felt sorry for me; I could just feel it somehow.

"I…" Blood tears started to crawl down my cheeks and stain the once green grass below me. "…I c-can't go ba-back to that again…" I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing it would somehow make me feel better. It didn't.

"You don't have to," Ben said after a moment of watching me.

"Because I'll always like you, believe in you, and all those other things you said people wouldn't do-and I know I'm not the only one. Please don't be scared of those that."

I wasn't sure how long it was until I calmed down, but it felt like hours. I had finally managed to get it out of my system.

Maybe we weren't sure how the hell we were going to do anything we wanted to, but at least we understood one another.

After all, that's what friendship was, wasn't it?

Ehhh...I might only make three or four more chapters...I dunno...this chapter is so deep...I wanted to cry TAT'l By the way, I referenced a Pokepasta you may not have heard of called 'Tarnished Gold', it's a hacked version of Pokemon Gold where you play as your rival and something...happens...with him and Giovanni...Ahem, anyway~ Enjoy the chapter.