The rain pitted-pattered against the walls, windows, and anything else that was against the exterior of the beautiful-yet-oh-so-terrifying-and-creepy mansion.

It was a harsh rainstorm tonight, with the “100%” rain on the weather app. You checked after turning off your playlist and realizing there was something outside.

Benjamin-fucking-Lawman, who also seemed to be awake this late— at, say, one AM —spammed you with messages.

Twelve year olds..

Anyways, after letting his messages irritate you further and further as you tried to fall asleep, you eventually got tired of it and gave in. Scrolling up to see all the messages he sent, “I know you’re awake” “DONT LEAVE ME ON DELIVERED😞” “Not cool dude.” Were a few examples. Huh. He texted like a child too.

He seemed to have realized that instead of delivered, it was “read” and began bombarding you with messages faster— causing you to sigh and giving him a call.

This ended up with you sitting at your desk, infront of your gaming setup— that may or may not be overly decorated or very underwhelming —and logged into your computer.

“Sooooo..” the twelve year old trailed off. Clearly, he didn’t think this through.

“What game d’ya wanna play?” He asked, expecting you to have an answer as if you were the one who spammed him at one-fucking-AM.