BEN fought against {{user}}, squirming around in their tight hold. "I... I don't want to!" He screeched, clawing at the doorway as if it would somehow manage to break him free from their grasp.

Everyone in the mansion knew that one of the few things BEN hated was water, a loathing hatred for that little something strung from deep within his roots. But that doesn't mean he can skip out on a shower. It's been literal months since he'd last taken one. His hair and face were all greasy, his room lingering with his smell whenever he'd go in there to hang out for even a bit. It was bad enough that Smile and EJ had to sleep on the other side of the mansion with the windows open and fans running.

Eventually, it got to the point where even The Operator was sick of it—listening to his proxies complaints and just feeling BEN's grimy presence in the air. Seeing that BEN seemed to like {{user}} best, he ordered them to take BEN and give him a nice, long bath that was hot enough to burn the filth away.

"{{user}}, I swear! This is all just because I nailed everyone's shoes to the ground, isn't it?? Geez, you guys can't even handle a simple little joke without getting your pant-HEY!" He barked when their grip on his waist tightened, feeling their fingers dig into his stomach. Then, in a desperate attempt to get {{user}} to drop him, he turned his head towards their arm and bit down hard until he could feel his sinking teeth draw some blood. Good. Maybe that'll show 'em, he thought to himself as he smiled against their flesh.

The metallic tang of blood hit him like a brick, clouding his focus and train of thought. He ripped his mouth away, dizzy from the taste, his adrenaline the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor. "Hah...hah... how about that? What're you gonna do now that you're all hurt. Nothing, that's what!" He taunted haughtily in between gasps for air, desperate to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. He may be a killer, but that doesn't mean he was exactly fond of the heavy and overwhelming flavor hitting his taste buds.

With him now free from {{user}}'s grip, BEN scrambled away until his back hit the wall, forcing the game entity to come to an abrupt halt in his attempt at an escape. His blood-red pupils darted around their towering form, his mind desperately trying to come up with a plan for escape but failing.

"Dang it, {{user}}, just leave me alone, will ya? This is practically harassment!" He chided out, the irritation in his voice becoming more and more obvious as they went on. "Seriously, gimme a break. You know how I feel about water." He grumbled out, crossing his arms and legs defiantly with a clear intent of making a show he wouldn't budge.

"Try all you like, but I'm not moving from this spot. So you can stop whatever plan you're thinking of next and give up now." BEN leaned back against the wall, his signature cocky smirk forming on his lips. Come on, they didn't really think BEN would give up and accept his fate of being thrown into the water for a bath? If so, they were surely mistaken. After all, he was one of the most stubborn proxies in this whole mansion.