Safety from Drama Ch. 23 +18

Ripped felt his heart both drop yet beat faster. The Proxy's mind began to swim. He opened his mouth to say something, trying to find the right words.
"I-... I lo-love you... Too..." He stammered, shocked.
What was Masky going to think? What was he thinking!? He both dreaded the thought of having Masky return to find that his lover had left him yet was overjoyed that his crush had finally found feelings for him.

BEN bit his bottom lip, shivering. He was so unsure. He had found signs that Masky was okay with this. Especially the dream. That was curious and almost unnerving to him, but he truly believed he loved Ripped. "Y-you do...?" His wide eyes met the Proxy's as his heart leapt into his throat.

Ripped was motionless, holding BEN's gaze. What was there to say? He felt like he couldn't breathe. He hoped his lungs would start to work again soon.

BEN shut his eyes and closed the bit of distance between them. He leaned up to softly lock their lips together, his fingers holding Ripped's arms like a lifeline.

Ripped's mask was pushed up. At first he winced at the contact but eventually loosened up and pressed himself forward into the kiss.

BEN felt the reciprocation and shuddered. He let his thumbs rub circles on his arms to keep him comfortable. This time, he didn't feel Masky's eyes shooting daggers at him. He tilted his head with a delighted sigh.

Ripped gave a small sigh as well, pressing his lips farther against BEN's. His violet eyes closed.

BEN moved his hands to Ripped's cheeks, pulling away slightly so their lips barely brushed each other. His cheeks were a dull pink.

Ripped watched him, opening his eyes slightly. They seemed to glow again as he gazed at BEN. The proxy moved one of his hands to caress the ones on his face.

BEN felt a warmth in his heart. He stooped up on the tips of his toes once more, pressing his lips to Ripped's with a bit more force. He felt like he was floating. Him and Ripped were the only things in existence.

Ripped felt slightly less... Happy. BEN seemed to be forgetting about Masky. It scared him.
"You still belong to him..." Ripped whispered faintly, pulling away so that their lips barely brushed.

BEN frowned. "I showed you the mark, did I not?"
He lifted his shirt again, the black tattoo was fading. "Of course, I'll always be his... I'll always love him. I feel broken after what's happened, but..." He looked back to Ripped, his tone less than a whisper. "Without a commander, a Hylian is nothing. Masky was my commander, and before him, Chaos. I still have feelings for them both... They were my masters."
The elf's gaze shifted to the sky. The cool, crisp air calmed him.

"You're everything on your own..." Ripped frowned. He felt horrid for taking BEN to be his own. Masky had loved the Hylian with the deepest passion, it was easy to see in his eyes. Ripped looked down and blinked.

"Lies." BEN hissed. "You didn't know me before Masky took me. I was pathetic. You would have ignored me like the rest of them." He had very much appreciated what Masky did for him. He breathed the Proxy's essence as if it were necessary for life. He could still feel his hands on him, his lips on his neck... The elf flushed red and gripped the wooden bars in front of him.

Ripped frowned.
"And you would've ignored me..." He murmured softly. The Proxy looked inside to his injured brother who was still laying on the couch. Pinkie seemed to be nursing his wounds, StitcheZ at her side.
Ripped turned back to BEN before looking out into the forest. He caught the glint of metal and perked.

"Because the life of an uncontrolled Hylian is a life of ridicule and shunning. I would have never been allowed out of my room to see you." The elf went to walk toward the house. He turned his head back, his face full of sorrow. "Nevertheless be with you..." He stepped through the threshold without another word. He looked to Inferno with worry in his eyes, then wandered to his room.

Ripped watched the Velix king step out of the forest and into the clearing. The proxy smiled and waved to him softly as he approached. Ibraxus slipped into a more human size as to fit under the door frame as he scaled the nearest tree and stepped onto the platform.
"I heard what happened..." He rumbled softly.

BEN sat on the window frame, the wind ruffling his hair. He held his chest. He should have revealed those secrets to Masky before his murder. That not only was he his lover, but his commander and master as well. The bond did strange things. He lifted his shirt again. After a moment he shrieked, the tattoo dissolving into nothing and leaving an intense burning in its wake. He needed a new master. The Hylian sobbed. He wanted Masky back, he was so torn. His feelings for Ripped were becoming too much to handle along with his undying passion for Masky. He had fallen hard for Ripped, but he highly doubted he wanted to make a bond with him. He cried out again and choked down a sob.

Ripped turned to BEN.
"I'll be back Ib..." He murmured, quickly making his way for him. The Velix nodded and moved towards the other two proxies.
The sight of BEN crying made Ripped's heart sink. He placed a hand on his shoulder.
"BEN...?" He asked softly.

BEN shuddered uncomfortably, the searing pain still there. He gently pushed Ripped's hand away. "Please... Get away, I don't want you to see me go through this..." He sobbed again, holding his stomach. He didn't need Ripped worrying about him on top of his pained mind and abdomen. It would just put more pressure on him. But in the back of his mind... He wanted him to stay.

Ripped frowned and wrapped his arms around the Hylian.
"No..." He spoke firmly, closing his eyes. The soft hum of the others' voices seemed to die away.

BEN tensed, not expecting the arms around him. He placed his hands on Ripped's and tried to squirm away. "W-why?" He stopped after a second, his hand sliding onto his stomach to rub the burning away. It wouldn't go.

Ripped pulled away.
"Then... I'll go if it makes you uncomfortable..." He murmured. The Hylian leads him on, kisses him, and then refuses his comfort. What kind of sick game was he playing at?
Ripped headed towards his room, a deep frown settling once more over his features.

BEN jolted up, still holding his stomach. His eyes were watery and he grabbed the back of Ripped's shirt. "STOP! Stop..." He pulled the proxy closer. "I just... I'm so confused... It's not any of your fault... Ripped. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I'm in a lot of pain and in a state of desperation..." He bit his bottom lip. "I'm sorry..."

"We're all in pain..." He replied, looking away. The Proxy felt hollow again. Why...? There was always that question.
Why did Masky have to die?
Why did BEN play with his emotions?
Why was all of this happening?
Ripped shook his head.

"I know that... And I don't want to be a partial cause." BEN stepped in front of Ripped, forcing the proxy to look at him. His heart clenched. "I don't want to hurt you... Any of you... Especially you." His words were tumbling over each other. He meant every one, but it was so hard for him to provide comfort when he knew his presence was only making it worse for Ripped.

Ripped caught the Hylian in his grasp and pulled him close before pressing his lips against the other's. He inhaled deeply. Truthfully, he never wanted BEN to leave.
His violet eyes were shut tightly.

BEN let out a soft noise and wrapped his arms around Ripped's neck. The metronome in his chest ticked harshly to accompany the passion bubbling in his head. He parted his lips slightly only to close them again to press against the Proxy's.

The sapphire glare seemed to grow hotter but Ripped ignored it, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. He needed to keep BEN. Slowly his eyes opened again.

BEN had his fingers lost in Ripped's hair in a matter of seconds. His own eyes half-lidded, holding the other's violet gaze with the deep feeling of passion overflowing. He didn't even try to hide it.

Ripped's lips played into a gentle smirk. Finally he felt the passion welling inside of his chest as his thumbs held the Hylian's neck. The Proxy tilted his head slightly.

A sudden burst of heat ignited in his head and he groaned quietly, pressing against Ripped. His leg lifted from the floor. It twitched a few times. The Hylian was locked in bliss.
Pinkie trotted from the room and went to wander down the platform connecting the houses. She stopped once she saw BEN and Ripped, gasping and ducking behind a tree. 'Were they... KISSING?! Ripped and... BEN?! What the hell is going on here?!'

Ripped blushed dully at the small groan, not sure of what it meant but he pushed his lips further against the Hylian's. His breaths were shaky as he breathed when he suddenly let out a small groan of his own. His blush grew darker slightly.

BEN decided by Ripped's groan that he felt the same thing he himself felt. Parting his lips very slightly, he let his tongue press to the Proxy's lips. He took in a swift breath in ecstasy.

Ripped was startled by the sudden movement and gasped, pausing for a second before timidly returning the gesture. He felt his heart beating faster. His leather coat began to feel constricting almost now.

BEN kept his tongue against Ripped's, rubbing the back of his head to calm him down a bit. He wanted to rile him up, but scaring him wasn't on his agenda. The Hylian kept pressed against the other. He wasn't moving for anything.

Ripped was still surprised by the Hylian's sudden fierceness. His breaths came is short rasps as he gave a small whimper. Though slightly surprised, Ripped stayed in the kiss, unaware that Pinkie was watching them.

BEN pulled away slightly, their tongues still touching. He was panting, his fingers moving to undo Ripped's coat. "P-perfect..."
Once he managed to get the jacket off, he pulled the other into his room and pressed himself to the wall. He grinned. "Don't you want me?"

Ripped was panting as well, his eyes ablaze with the amethyst passion. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it. His eyes locked on the Hylian.
"Of course, amor..." He hissed softly, his voice building up in strength.

BEN slid down a centimetre, half-lidding his eyes as he smirked. He held a hand up to Ripped, running the back of his hand down his cheek. "Then take me..." The elf taunted. His grin quickly turned to a smirk.

Ripped purred slightly, nuzzling to the touch as he wrapped his arms around BEN's waist, smiling devilishly. He had lost all rational thought in the passion.

BEN pushed his hips forward to nudge into Ripped's. He groaned softly, returning his lips to the other's. The fire in his chest kept burning. Hotter and hotter it burned. The Proxy was only making it more dangerous.

Ripped purred softly, pressing BEN against the wall and grinning. He used one arm to support himself as he leaned forward once more and pressed his lips to the Hylian's.

BEN giggled against his lips and tilted his head. He lifted a leg up to press Ripped against him, moving his hips again. He loved being a tease, he hadn't done it in a long while.

Ripped pulled away again and pulled BEN's shirt away, moving and kissing his neck. He hissed softly, running his fingertips over the newly exposed skin.

BEN let out a soft gasp, the feeling of cool air chilling him. He loved it. He shuddered at Ripped's touch, pressing to his hand with a small moan.

Ripped soon slipped the shirt away and shrugged his own shirt off, letting them both pool on the floor. His hands lightly wandered over the Hylian's chest and stomach before pulling at the brim of his pants. He smirked softly and kissed BEN's Neck.

BEN pushed his hips up, shutting his eyes as a small blush creeped across his face. He didn't want his pants on him anymore. They almost hurt him he hated them so much.
"Ripped..." He murmured enticingly.

Ripped flicked his wrist, easily undoing the lock that kept BEN's pants fixed. He realized that his mask was still on and caught the Hylian's gaze. The Proxy kept one hand at BEN's hip as he used the other to easily push the black mask up.

BEN drew his legs together at the knee. He felt a bit too eager and it shown rather obviously. His blush deepened. He opened his eyes to stare into Ripped's violet orbs, biting his bottom lip as he worked.

Ripped pulled the mask off, revealing a strong angled face. His violet eyes contrasted his soft tannish skin. He had scars across his lips like stitching, seven small lines to be precise.
He gazed at BEN, taking in all there was to see.
Too long it had been since he ha taken off his mask. Even when they were alone, the brothers hid their faces.

BEN's eyes were wide. In the shadow of Ripped's figure, he looked over the face he had so longed to see with a pulse in his throat. The proxy was perfect. He tried huddling into himself even more, hiding from the other. He didn't know how Ripped would respond to his excitement, but he was embarrassed with himself.

Ripped took BEN's chin and pulled him closer. The proxy gasped as he tripped back and fell onto the bed, the Hylian on top of him. He gazed up at the other, using his fingers to caress BEN's face.

BEN clung to Ripped, his hands gripping the other's shoulders. The sudden change of where he was startled him. His eyes locked with amethyst again and he narrowed his vision. He made a soft noise, he was completely pressed to the Proxy. There was no hiding now.

Ripped leaned up and groaned, pressing his lips to BEN's. He pulled the other's pants away with tingling fingers. His heart throbbed with passion. He needed the Hylian now.

BEN shuddered and reached down to undo Ripped's pants, his own heart syncing up with the one below him. He moaned into the other's lips. He no longer felt restricted by his clothing but his boxers were in his way.

Ripped felt him work and gave a small moan of his own as well, chest moving in a steady rhythm. His other hand ran down BEN's back, feeling the smooth skin.

BEN pulled Ripped's pants down and went for his boxers, sliding them off slowly. He ran his tongue over the other's lips as he slid his own boxers down. He felt ready, he was primed and fully prepared for Ripped.

Ripped gasped softly and gave a slight wince, his cheeks reddening. He flexed his fists slightly. His gaze fluttered down to the Hylian, brows furrowed in a slight timid emotion.

BEN smiled, pressing his lips to Ripped's cheek. "Let me..." He lowered his hips to the Proxy's length and moaned lowly as he entered him. He shivered. This feeling was almost new to him. "O-ohh..."

Ripped flinched away slightly, wincing and shaking. He wasn't as used to this as Masky must've been. In fact... This was his first time. He clenched his jaw and looked up to the Hylian, eyes both pleading and afraid.

BEN furrowed his brows comfortingly, stroking the Proxy's hair behind his ears. He smiled a bit wider. Ripped was cute. He knew he was nervous, so he wanted to go as slow as possible. "It's okay... Just calm down." He kissed Ripped's forehead gently.

Ripped took a deep breath and pressed his lips to BEN's. His heart sounded like it would burst from his chest at any moment. The heat from his skin created a warm air around them.

BEN kissed him back. He groaned and pulled away, looking down. He gasped. The mark had reappeared in midnight black. He glanced back up to Ripped, wrapping his arms around his neck. Pressing his lips to his ear he murmured, "It's waiting for you..."

Ripped looked to BEN's marking. If he went on, he would take Masky's place. If he didn't, BEN would be lost the black void of depression. The Proxy closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the Hylian's neck. He murmured in reply.
"I'll be yours..." He soon easily thrusted his hips out of instincts, entering BEN as he gripped his shoulders.

BEN moaned loudly, an instant bolt of pleasure shooting through him. He didn't think he would feel this again. Masky's passing made him feel like he would only love Masky and never find anyone else. The Hylian gripped Ripped's shoulders as well, burying his face into his neck.

Ripped's hips moved in a steady rhythm as he thrusted, finally relaxing. He gave a low groan, his hands caressing BEN's back. He never felt anything like this. His heart throbbed once more and the sapphire glare finally seemed to disappear as he was enveloped in a pleasured warmth.

BEN moaned a bit louder with every thrust, his legs twitching. It was easy to tell he was enjoying himself. He pressed himself to Ripped, lifting his head to catch his lips with his own. His restraints and inhibitions seemed to melt away as the minutes went on.

Ripped moaned in between kisses. His hips continued thrusting as his fingers trailed the elf's ribs. These new sensations were absolutely wonderful!

BEN pulled his lips away for a moment, panting out a small whine. "Ripped... Ohh, harder... Please..." He moaned loudly, a sensitive spot being brushed over.

Ripped groaned and tried to obey BEN's commends. He bucked his hips with a loud moan, giving a gasp.

BEN moaned wildly, tossing his head back. His fists clenched and unclenched against Ripped's shoulders. His body pooled with pleasure quickly.

Ripped gasped and cried out as he tightened up for a moment.
"BEN..." He gasped. The shivers were unbearable.

"Ohh..." BEN tensed, shuddering in ecstasy. His mind was elsewhere. He pushed himself down onto Ripped, moaning again. "I.... Ah... Ripped...!" He adjusted his position so his legs wrapped around the Proxy's waist, pushing him deeper.

"NGH!" He groaned loudly. His body shuddered as he neared climax. He panted heavily.

BEN's climax started to rear its ugly head as well. He cried out, reaching down to grab his own length, trying to force his release faster.
"Mnn... AH..." He bit his bottom lip and after one more thrust he climaxed. "RIPPED...!"

Ripped cried out again, his hips arching up as he threw his head back.
"AGH! BEN!" He almost screamed. The Proxy panted heavily.

BEN continued to pant, melting into Ripped. He gasped, shuddering and shoving his lips to the Proxy's.

Ripped ran his tongue across BEN's and moaned.
"BEN..." He gasped. His fingers traced the Hylian's hips and thighs.

BEN let his tongue brush against Ripped's with a groan. He panted back to the other and shut his eyes. The mark had turned to a burning violet, matching the Proxy's eyes. "Oh, Ripped..."

Ripped ran his fingers over the mark.
"So it's official?" He asked, eyes glancing back to the Hylian.

"Y-yes..." BEN smiled, holding the back of Ripped's head. "That was... Wonderful..." He kissed the Proxy's cheek.

Ripped stroked BEN's cheek and groaned again, falling against the bed.
"I'm so happy you're with me." He purred, regaining his breath.

BEN followed suit, laying next to Ripped and smiling. "As am I... I don't want to be apart from you..." He sighed. He no longer saw the dark hole of depression. He was content.

The Proxy had regained his breath and wrapped his arms protectively around BEN, nuzzling his neck softly. He gave a soft purr as he slowly fell into sleep.

BEN started to drift off as well, his nose pressed to Ripped's chest. The warmth from their bodies kept him in a deep sleep.

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Pinkie watched as the two exited her field of vision. She got up and ran for the main room, panting and gasping for breath. She stood in front of the proxies and Velix king with wide eyes. "StitcheZ... Oh good golly... Ripped... BEN, uh..."

StitcheZ looked up, as did Ibraxus.
"I don't believe I've seen you around much..." He rumbled. The Sewn Proxy tilted his head.
"What's wrong love?" He asked softly.

Pinkie smiled to Ibraxus and waved. "H-hi... I'm Pinkie Pie..." Her attention turned to StitcheZ and pointed down the hallway. "Ripped and BEN... They were... Kissing!" The Party girl caught her breath, her head aching. "I-I didn't know Ripped had that kind of an attraction to him..."

StitcheZ dropped the spoon that was between his lips, the tableware landing in his lap.
"Uh... I th-thought that BEN was still mourning over Masky!" He stammered.
Ibraxus was silent, not being the best in conversations like these.

"That's what I thought! Apparently doing the dirty is more of a stress reliever- The bond! They're not stress relieving!" Pinkie gasped, starting to get flustered. "They're making a bond! I had no idea!"

"It's only been 3 days though!" StitcheZ exclaimed. He still had high hopes that Masky was alive and if he came back... Well things weren't going to be so well. He gripped his hair and growled.

Pinkie knelt next to StitcheZ and rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know, I know... But StitcheZ... Love is uncontrollable... Especially for a Hylian..."

StitcheZ sighed and shook his head.
"I guess... But... It's just not right. I know Masky's still out there. He has to be. Hoody can't take him out! She's weak!" He tilted back and hung over the arm of the couch like a draped towel, his arms laying on the ground.

Pinkie sighed, ruffling his hair. "If BEN and Masky's bond was broken, then he's gone..." She stroked her stomach to try and soothe her morning sickness. "It's terrible of course... But it's not all BEN's fault. If a Hylian is without a master for long enough, his mind unconsciously tries to find a new one. I believe BEN still wants Masky, but because he thinks he's dead, he went with Ripped. Who I also believe he has feelings for..."

"He's not dead!" StitcheZ cried, covering his mask with his hands.
"He can't be! " His voice nearly cracked. Ibraxus let out a sigh and brushed a long thin finger down the Proxy's arm. His touch always seemed to calm them.

Pinkie sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest. With the lump there she had to be extra careful however. She was worried for StitcheZ. He was so broken...

StitcheZ shuddered at the Velix's touch. It was icy. He cringed. Ibraxus looked to Pinkie, his stormy eyes reflecting a deep sadness.
"Did they ever tell you how they met Masky?" He asked.

Pinkie shook her head. "No... Not at all. I thought all of them just knew each other because of who they are." The Party girl frowned at Ibraxus. All ponies were raised that way, trying to make a better community for everyone by allowing all the ponies to rely on each other from birth. She had assumed it was the same for proxies.

Ibraxus smirked.
"No... Proxies constantly fight with one another. They met in battle in fact." The Velix king replied shaking his head.
"They were still apprentices in training then... Masky was 11, Ripped was 16, Inferno 15. And StitcheZ 14." He tapped his fingers on the chair he sat in.
"Ahh... Let's see... How exactly did that play out?"

Pinkie gave off a pout. She didn't like battles, they were too violent. She was a Party girl after all, not a war machine. "They met by fighting...?" She cringed. The thought was odd and she had suspected something a tad different, better almost. But she listened intently nonetheless.

Ibraxus tapped his chin.
"I had sent them out to hunt and they stumbled across a Proxy who was already both hunting and being hunted. In short, They had to kill, found out who Masky was and well... Things went from there" He shrugged his shoulders and traced Inferno's mask. StitcheZ was still covering his mask.

"I see..." Pinkie was vexed. Hunting and killing, were those the only two things proxies did? She ran a fingernail down her cheek as if to scratch, thinking. She had no idea how blind she was to the entirety of the proxies.

"Searching for artifacts, executing those who block the path of our future, prophets, Proxies are one of the main branches that keep the realm of shadows together." Ibraxus responded.
"They do so much more than just murder and kill." The Velix shifted positions, and smiled softly.
"What about you?" He asked.

"I had no idea..." Pinkie tapped her chin, then looked up in confusion. "M-me? Well... Party girls were brought up mostly to spread happiness to everyone and eliminate the need for violence and wrongdoing. We were taught to control our emotions to refrain from doing the evils of society."
She grimaced. "I strayed from that logic. I became a serial killer and use my victim's bodies in the cupcakes I make." She took one from the counter and bit into it, sighing.
"They're more delicious than you'd expect."

Ibraxus tilted his head.
"We all have strayed from the light once, it's just a matter if we go back or not." He spoke thoughtfully.

"Then I'm damned forever." Pinkie licked some of the icing from the top, smiling. She went for another cupcake and holding it out to the Velix king. "Would you like one?"

Ibraxus smiled softly and took the pastry.
"Thank you, dearie." He chuckled softly, letting a forked tongue flick out of a fanged mouth. A dull red light radiated from between his jaws.

Pinkie tried to be polite and not stare but Ibraxus was just too interesting to look away from. She finished her cupcake, sucking on the tip of her index finger. A cut had reopened and though she didn't much care for unsweetened blood, she cleaned it anyway.

Ibraxus noticed her gaze and chuckled slightly.
"I take it you've never seen a Velix before, hmm?" He asked softly, crossing his legs.

Pinkie shook her head. "No, never. Golly, if I didn't know any better I'd say you looked like Discord, but he's mean! You're really nice!" She giggled and hiccuped. "Oops."

Ibraxus chuckled.
"I can be mean. I prefer not to though. Only when it comes to Slenderman really." His smile shrunk at the being's name.

Pinkie took another cupcake and smiled. "It's a blessing not to be mean. If you're always nice to people, then they'll be nice to others... It's a butterfly effect."
She scowled at Slendy's name, sticking out her tongue. "Ugh. Now that's the only person I would gladly lose my good will against."

Ibraxus examined his claws.
"He has a thirst for power. He is Greedy." He shook his head.
"And based on what I've heard, willing to kill even the ones closest to him. I just pray that none of the others have been harmed so far." He looked back to Pinkie.

Pinkie shook her head. "I could contact Iris to check up on things back at the mansion. It's kind of bugging me now..." She frowned to Ibraxus with worry on her features. "I think he's losing control of his power. A bit like Julius Caesar, let's just hope no one tries to assassinate him soon."

Ibraxus shook his head.
"I'll have to keep an eye on him. If things get too rough it just might have to come to that." He tapped the metal jaw guard on his lap and closed his stormy eyes for a moment.
StitcheZ was fast asleep by now, limp on the floor. The Velix king looked over to his proxy and chuckled.
"Ever dreamscape?" He asked, looking back to the Pony girl.

"That would be terrible!" Pinkie held her stomach as her sickness slowly started to return. She looked up at Ibraxus with pain in her eyes but faked a warm smile to cover it.
"No... I believe BEN has, but not me."

Ibraxus sat up with a small frown.
"Are you okay, dear?" He asked softly. It was easy to detect her pain. The king tilted his head slightly.

Pinkie rubbed her tummy with a nod.
"Stomach hurts. Carrying a child isn't easy." She let out a short groan in pain. "Ugh... Stupid stomach..."

Ibraxus nodded softly.
"I couldn't really imagine. At least you'll be a mother." He chuckled.

Pinkie giggled, standing up. "Yes. And StitcheZ gets to be a father... I'm very excited." She looked to the sleeping proxy with a sigh. "I should probably get him to bed... Wouldn't be good for him to sleep on the ground."

Ibraxus nodded slightly and looked back to Pinkie.
"Are you tired?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

Pinkie gently took StitcheZ into her arms, lifting him up with ease. For a frilly looking girl, she was incredibly strong. "I'll just go to bed with him. I don't want him to wake up alone, he was so upset before..." She smiled to Ibraxus. "It was very nice talking with you though." She turned and walked away after saying goodnight, wandering down the hallway to StitcheZ' room. She heard BEN and Ripped's cries and bit her bottom lip, chuckling under her breath. 'This is gonna be a fun night...'

Ibraxus nodded and lay across the chair, guarding his injured thrall.

Pinkie set StitcheZ down on the bed, pulling the covers over them after she slipped in after him. She kissed his cheek and whispered, "Bonum nocte dilectione mea. Bus vestris mane lumen tolli."

StitcheZ adjusted himself in his sleep and wrapped and arm around Pinkie.

Pinkie shut her eyes and listened to the shouting and other pleased noises from the other room with a thick blush.

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The night was slow and quiet, only the light chirping of crickets or the hum of the forest to ring in the darkness.

BEN began to stir after awhile. He sat up slowly so not to wake Ripped, rubbing an eye in irritation. He had slept a lot that day, it was going to be hard for him to sleep.

Ripped's head was tilted up, mask hiding his face once again. He must've put it back on while at BEN was asleep. He shifted only slightly.

BEN wandered from the bed and over to the window. The night air was warm on his face. But one thing in the distance surprised him. There was smoke coming from the mansion.
'What on Earth is going on over there?' The Hylian caught the smoke's scent, gagging quietly.

A crashing figure panted as he ran, pale skin gleaming with sweat.
Jeff's arm gleamed with blood as he ran straight past the house, not seeing it hidden in the trees. He growled to himself and paused, glancing around frantically.
"Come on, bitch... I know you're out here..." He snarled, taking his Kitchen knife out.

BEN looked to the ground, hearing the loud rustling of branches. The sudden worry hiding in the back of his head bit into him instantly. He glanced to Ripped, pondering if he should wake him or not. He shook his head and kept scouting.

Jeff could see the dark figure in the forest, the same one who ha murdered his roommate. Two others followed after her, causing him to bolt. The killer was outmatched.
Hoody beckoned for Jack and the Rake to follow before racing after their latest prey.
"Give in, Jeff..." She hissed.

The Hylian walked away from the window, sliding back into bed with a look of anxiety strewn across his face. He was confused. Who would be out here so late at night?

The forest went silent once more, the smoky air lingered still. Ripped crinkled his nose and shifted himself. Being a deep sleeper, he wasn't one to wake up to small noises or movements.

BEN sighed, nuzzling up to Ripped. He didn't like what was going on. Though he was more annoyed to the fact that he had no idea what was happening anyway. He fell into a light sleep once more, letting the rest of the night take its course.