Ben had always admired you from when you first came here. mainly because you were gorgeous, but also a mother figure to him. you would brush his hair, make him food, and sometimes clean his room if you were in a good mood.

Today, ben wanted you to make his bed. it felt “off and weird” as he would explain, but you assumed it was because he hadn’t washed his sheets.

“Mom, please make my bed! it feels weird!” Ben whined, looking up at you, frowning. he didn’t even realize he said that.