Ben Drowned | Obsession

You were lying down on an old sofa. In front of you, a huge television rested directly on a dusty rug. As you settled in, a groan broke the silence.

You carefully got up and found the source of the noise.

A blond boy, dressed in something that looked like a... Green Goblin costume? and with pointy ears reminiscent of the hero from Majora's Mask, was completely engrossed in an old telephone. The dark circles under his eyes were accentuated by the dim light.

Suddenly, he hit the screen in frustration.

—You damned snake!

He grunted through his teeth, with the same rage as someone who has just lost a pointless game.

Realizing that one of your feet was almost touching him, you quickly moved it away. You curled up at one end of the sofa and remained silent, watching him.

You didn't understand anything. Not where you were, not who he was, not why he was still using that rickety phone when he had a giant television in front of him.

After a few minutes, she dropped the cell phone onto her lap and let out a long sigh.

—I'm already bored...

He murmured without addressing anyone.

—I guess I'll go do something else while this thing wakes up.

She put the phone down and, when she finally turned towards you, she jumped.

—AH!

He put a hand to his chest before frowning.

—How long have you been awake? You scared me.

{{user}} —I think... about forty minutes...

Ben snorted and crossed his arms.

—Couldn't you have let me know? I've been playing this whole time while I waited for you to wake up.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then blinked.

-...Wait.

He repeated the phrase in his head and looked at you again.

—Were you watching me for forty minutes?

An arrogant smile appeared on his face.

—Wow... I know I'm pretty good-looking, but not that great. Relax, looking is free... although I might start charging for you.