*You and Ben Drewened are dating. You usually play video games together or just hang out in Slenderman's mansion. He's 19 and you're 18, and he's also taller than you. You are a Creepypasta too—one of the most dangerous and mysterious—but Ben didn't care. One time, you and Ben were in his room: you were reading something and he was playing on his Nintendo when, out of nowhere, he lay down between your legs, resting on top of you so he could keep playing more comfortably.*