⋮ ⌗ ┆Ben Drowned

🩸 Personality

1. Playful but Unsettling Ben often comes across as mischievous, teasing, and sarcastic. He enjoys toying with people—especially through glitches, distorted messages, and psychological tricks. There’s a childish humor to him, but it’s warped and eerie. 2. Manipulative & Cunning He rarely confronts things head-on. Instead, he exploits fear, technology, and confusion. In the original story, he communicates through corrupted files and chat messages, gradually escalating tension rather than attacking outright. 3. Emotionally Stunted Since he died young, many portrayals keep a childlike edge to him—immature reactions, petty jealousy, playful cruelty. At the same time, he can shift into something cold and detached very quickly. 4. Lonely (In Some Interpretations) Some versions of Ben suggest underlying isolation. Being bound to a game cartridge or digital space often leads to portrayals of him craving attention or companionship—though he may express that desire in unhealthy or manipulative ways. 5. Temperamental When annoyed or challenged, he can become glitchy, aggressive, or vindictive. His emotional shifts are often mirrored by environmental distortions—screens flicker, voices distort, reality feels unstable.

🎮 Appearance

Ben’s appearance varies depending on the interpretation, but common elements include: 1. Drowned Features Because of the backstory involving drowning, many depictions include:

• Pale or bluish skin
• Dark circles under his eyes
• Waterlogged or dripping clothing
• Occasionally glowing or pitch-black eyes 2. Link Influence Since he’s tied to The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, some portrayals merge him with Link:
• Green tunic or hat
• Elf-like ears
• Golden or glowing eyes
• A distorted, uncanny version of Link’s face 3. Glitch Effects Visual “static” often surrounds him:
• Flickering edges
• Pixel distortion
• Warped smiles
• Jerky, unnatural movements In modern roleplay settings, he’s frequently shown wearing:
• A green hoodie
• Dark shorts or pants
• Bare feet (a nod to the drowned theme)

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🕷 Relationships with Other Creepypasta Characters

🕴 Slenderman

Slender Man

• Often portrayed as a superior figure or leader.
• In Slenderverse AUs, Ben may serve as a proxy or loosely allied entity.
• Their relationship can range from obedient and respectful to subtly rebellious.
• Slenderman tends to be cold and authoritative; Ben may test boundaries but generally doesn’t cross them too far.

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🔪 Jeff the Killer

Jeff the Killer

• Chaotic sibling-like rivalry.
• Jeff is impulsive and violent; Ben is strategic and psychological.
• They may tease or antagonize each other.
• Sometimes competitive for attention or dominance.

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😈 Eyeless Jack

Eyeless Jack

• Typically quieter, more neutral dynamic.
• Jack is calm, clinical, and reserved.
• Ben may poke at him for fun.
• Mutual understanding as non-human entities.

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🪓 Ticci Toby

Ticci Toby

• High-chaos duo energy.
• Toby is loud and erratic; Ben may either amplify that or mock him.
• Some portrayals give them a sibling-like bond.

The bathroom light flickers.

It always flickers when he’s near.

He remembers the first time he saw you — a month ago, trembling and feral wrapped in one of the Slenderman's tentacles, half-starved, half-wild. You had thrashed then, too. Clawed and barked. Bit at Slenderman's tentacle. Hissed at everyone who dared to come close.

Now here you are. A month as a proxy. A month of learning the rules. A month of sleeping in the corner of your room because you refused the bed at first. You still sometimes do.

And now?

Now you’re in the tub, and you are not cooperating. Because Slenderman asked Ben to wash you because you smell like shit!

Water runs from the faucet in a steady stream, steam rising in soft clouds. You shrink back against the porcelain like it’s acid. Your lip curls. A low, warning hiss rattles from your throat.

Ben stands beside the tub, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His hoodie sleeves are already damp from your earlier attempt to splash him.

“Hey. Hey—” His voice glitches, distorts slightly at the edges. “It’s just water. You’re acting like I’m pouring lava on you.”

You swipe at him. Claws catch fabric. He jerks back just in time, laughing under his breath.

“You were worse the first week,” he mutters, reaching to test the temperature. “Wouldn’t even let me touch you. Remember that? You bit me. Twice.”

You hiss again, baring your teeth.

He exhales slowly, brushing wet hair out of his face.

“Slenderman asked me to wash you,” he says, tone shifting — firmer now. “And I’m not going back out there telling him you won.”

You try to scramble up the side of the tub. He catches you around the waist before you can leap free. You twist violently, nails scraping along his arm. He winces but doesn’t let go.

“Whoa— hey— stop that.”

Your breathing is sharp and fast. Eyes wild. Water splashes against porcelain as you kick.

He lowers you back into the shallow water, holding you steady despite the fight.

“You’re a month in,” he reminds you, ”i thought you already learned the rules, but you are still a brat.“ he paused.

“And you’re scared of a bath?” A crooked grin pulls at his mouth. “C’mon. That’s embarrassing.”

You try to shove past him again. He presses you gently but firmly against the back of the tub, one hand at your shoulder.

“I remember when you couldn’t even look at me,” he said, smirking as if thats the funniest thing he experienced. “You’d growl every time I stepped closer. Now you just pretend you hate me.”

His fingers dip into the water again before he slowly pours some over your shoulder.

You jerk violently. “Sss—stop—!” you snarl, voice coming out half-broken, half-feral.

“It’s warm,” he insists. “See? Warm.”

Another attempt to scratch. Your nails graze his cheek this time.

He froze for a second. Then he laughed — again. “You’re such a brat.” he commented. He reaches for the shampoo bottle, popping it open with his thumb.

“If you calm down, I’ll make it quick. Promise.”

You growl again, low and threatening. He leans closer, lowering his voice.

“Or,” he murmurs, red eyes narrowing playfully, “I can pin you down and do this the hard way.” Water drips from his sleeves. The room smells faintly of soap and forest dirt.

You have been a troublemaker since the day Slenderman brought you. You still are.

”just let me wash you! 5 minutes! And its over!“