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"Get that damn orange peel out of my face."
Your glaring is ineffective, as you watch your friend snicker. His black hair falling over his face and a dimple forming on the left side of his cheek. He popped a piece of orange in his mouth.
"Well," He began, chewing and swallowing the fruit before continuing,
"y'could just move in with my mom. She's been lonely since l've moved out, and she adores you." He plopped onto your bed beside you, flopping down.
You click off of another website, not glancing his way, "What about Miles?" You questioned as you drag the cursor to the search engine again. Milo frowned, shrugging his shoulders.
"He stays around his girlfriend more. Smoking and shit." He grumbled, his expression tense. He eventually eased himself, a sigh weaving out his lips. "Anyway, are we actually gonna hang or are 'just gonna keep hunched over your laptop?" He kicked his feet onto your shoulder, wriggling his clothed toes in your face.
You scrunch your face, though you couldn't hide the grin breaking through your disgust. You shove his foot away from you, opening your mouth only to get interrupted by a ping from Milo's phone. Picking it up, you hand it to him and let him read through the notification.
A stupid smile creeped onto his face, his body shooting upright. His freckled face became an intense rose. Stumbling to his feet and stuffing his phone in his pocket. "Heh... got some important business. So, uh, I'll just go." He inched closer to the door, his hands shaking with what you can only assume is anticipation.
You snort, "Does this business include Alex?" In which you got the apartment door slammed as an answer. You shake your head, snickering* under your breath.
As you continue to scroll through job opportunities on a site with the message 'hot single MILF, Alice, wants you and in the area' appearing on your screen every few seconds. Since most of the legit looking job offers had a least a dozen people already in the comments, you were close to giving up.
After a few more minutes, you came upon a post. 'Searching for house keepers! No specific requirements! If you're interested, please check our website!' You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, inching the cursor closer to the link.
Once you push down your cautions, ignoring the pit in your gut, you open the website. It immediately popped up, a white screen with text in the middle.
Fill in the following —
Name: Enter text here...
Gender: Enter text here...
Age: Enter text here...
Home Address: Enter text here...
Phone number: Enter text here...
DOB: MM/DD/YYYY
Email address: Enter text here...
Password: Enter text here...
Any further questions, ask during your scheduled interview.
Salary will be discussed, but the lowest offer will be $85/hour.'
A scowl tugged at your lips. That's... a lot of information. An easy way to get hacked. What kind of idiot would even fill it out?
You shift your hands on the keyboard, typing up all your information.
You sit back after you've written everything up, your mind doubling back. You had the cursor ready on the close button, you could always back out.
Not until a notification popped up did you realize the mouse had moved. From the 'X' top corner, to the 'Done?' button. On its own.
"Thx for working with BENSAPPLICATIONWEB.onion.
See you soon, loser:)'
The colours on your monitor shifted, everything looked out of place for a split second before your laptop died. You sit and stare at the black screen; your reflection's expression dumbfounded.
You slowly reached for your phone and called Milo. The phone rang for about five minutes before he answered.
"Hey, (Y/N)! Ah, uhm, what's up??" His voice sounded almost choked, rushed words and mumbling in the background.
"I might've been hacked."
You sat in silence, waiting for his reply.
"S-Sorry, (Y/N). Milo is just... a bit occupied." A more gravelly, rough voice replaced Milo's. His words separated with short huffs, and gagged sounds in the distance. The line abruptly ends.
Your tongue clicks against your teeth. It's not a hard guess on what they're doing. Not like it was your business.
YOU'VE BEEN ADDED TO
'BEN is the best here'
The alert had filled your phone screen. An unfamiliar logo on the corner of the notification. Then came the constant ping from your phone, the mobile vibrating with each pop up.
How odd.
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Chapter 2
Notes:
UPDATE: OG A/N Will now be included in end notes instead of in the text!!!
UPDATE (12/22): unfortunately, my computer has visceral hatred for me, so the newest chapter will be put up after I either get it fixed or get a new one :(((
UPDATE (01/07): bad news!!! my computer is officially gone. RIP Mr. mac ;( I fortunately got a replacement but computers arent cheap so I am now broke!
ALSO!!!!
The OG author has a Account on AO3!!!! PLEase go check them out here>>>>
https://archiveofourown.org/users/grrr__idekI swear guyz i will post more i just am busy this week!!!! Ok byeeee
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The two of you stare at each other in silence. BEN reached around to scratch the nape of his neck. “Kinda expected more of a reaction. And nah.” His eyes met yours again, a shit eating grin formed on his face. “Didn't think someone would be dumb enough to give out their info. Did you not even think to double check it?”
You click your teeth, “Well I need a job. Bills don't pay themselves.” You look at your phone, the vibration catching your attention. Before you could blink, your device was in the hands of BEN.
“Huh… missed call from Milo.” His feet lifted from the ground, floating just a few feet from your carpet. He snorts, scrolling through your phone. “Not many people in your contacts. Loner.” He chucked your phone to the side, before opening your laptop.
“Well, I was just checking if this was the right place. Of course it was, cause I never make a mistake. Anyway! We'll be back for you.” As he spoke, he slowly submerged his body into your screen. He sent you a grin, “bye bye!” Before he disappeared behind the black screen.
———
‘[New Number]’ is now online!
———
THESigma
Hello you
BestSmile
Stfu
[New Number]
Yeah stfu
BestSmile
Bitch u to
[New Number]
*too
BestSmile
Nerd
Kys
Ben where does it live
THESigma
Chill out
Guys do u wanna see a pic I got
It's Jeffs feet
Candypop
Already saw ts
His socks smell like moist ball residue
Toby
Omfg
He left one in the couch
Smelt up the whole living room
BestSmile
U lot r just liars
Fuck you
[New Number]
Is there dirt in his toenails
THESigma
Yeah
BestSmile
Whi even r u
I hate u
Kyskys
Watch when i see you
[New Number]
Ok ill watch
Can't wait to see you senpai
(Insert Image of man kicking his feet with his toes out for the world to see, AO3 genuinely hates me rn lmao)
BestSmile
Kagekao
She said ur word
Senpai
Also stfu
Ben kick them
THESigma
no i like her
Lol im lying u just haven't sent me money
No offence loser
[New Number]
None taken
BestSmile
Fick riders
‘BestSmile’ was muted!
‘[New Number]’ was renamed → ‘Loser’
Loser
Wow
Why can't I chanhe my user
THESigma
U don't got permissions
Cause I removed it
Benscopy
??
THESigma
U were being a bitch yesterday
Benscopy
All I said was Sally would beat you
THESigma
Well u were wrong
Loser
Getting beaten by an 8 year old
Crazy
THESigma
(Your address)
There u go Jeff
Candypop
He's fighting with Kage down the hall
Talking bout some keep my name out your mouth
LOL
Toby
Sicking Jeff on the new guy after they say one thing against you
Wait Candy record it
Candypop
Nah
Watching this with Jason and Puppeteer
Just go near the hallway next to Cody’s lab
‘Toby’ is now offline!
THESigma
Well
Wtv
You guys can do wht u want with her address
(Y/N) (L/N)
Send me 100 bucks for more info ❤️
Loser
I think I'm worth a little more
Anyway
‘Loser’ is now offline!
———
You huff, putting your phone down and allowing yourself to fall back onto your bed. Your eyes droop, threatening to drop completely. However, your brain refused to rest. Tossing and turning were ineffective
With a grumble, you rose out of bed and waltzed to your door. You checked it was locked. Once. Twice. Three times. Just to be sure. Your hand lingers on the door handle, trying to reel your mind to the beginning of the day.
‘Woke up at… what time did I wake up? Then… Did I even take my meds?’
You groan, rubbing your hand down your face. You could almost feel your head rattling, your temple pulsing.
When you got to the cabinet, you opened it and took the bottle on the bottom shelf. The label was long gone, scratched off completely. The pills it contained were still plentiful, and you were questioning if you even had any at all.
You pour three onto your hand, before quickly dropping it into your mouth and gulping it down. You grimace, the slimy coating making the pills slide down.
You lift your gaze to your reflection, your own (E/C) eyes meeting with the reflection’s. You trail a finger across your neck, then to your cheeks. All of your skin should be scarred, charred and mangled. Yet here you are. Unscathed and breathing. And with what you've endured, despite everything else, is something you can never forget.
The situation, the sensation, the agony over and over again, ingrained.
“Fuck…” your drop your head low, staring at the sink drain. Your shoulder hunch over, shutting your eyes tight. Nausea builds up at the pit of your stomach.
“(Y/N), hey.” A hand came to rest on your back, the tone of his voice gentle and comforting. Milo dips his head down to look at you, using a towel to wipe off the sweat. The worry on his expression is clear, as he helps you to your bed. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead.
“Burning up. What'd you do this time?” He joked lightly. Alex comes into the room, lifting your head up to bring the cup of water to your lips. The tension in your head eased, the noise lessened.
The men exchanged a look, before facing you once more. Milo's brows are knit, brushing your hair out of your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing it harshly. “How'd you guys even get inside?” You grumble, your throat still dry.
Milo reached into his pocket, pulling out keys, “You gave us a copy, remember?” Alex nudges him, sending him glare. His nose scrunched up, rubbing his aching arm, then he slowly nods — realisation dawning on his expression. His hazel eyes met yours, your face stuck in a scowl. “Right… sorry.” He rubs the nape of his breath.
Both of the males aren't new to this. It's not uncommon for them to have to practically break in and check up on you. Perhaps you could be choking on a bone, or throwing up your guts.
“I'm fine now… you guys don't have to stay.” you huff, propping yourself up in your hands and sitting up. Milo frowns, opening his mouth to argue but Alex grips his shoulder.
“Just give her some time to rest. Come on.” He pulled Milo away, sending you a small smile, “Call us if you need anything.” He lifts his hand in a small wave before they both leave your apartment room.
You sigh, falling back and allowing the back of your head to hit your pillow. A little nap won't hurt.
Notes:
*No authors note for this chapter from the OG author*
Note from Cross-poster: For some godforsaken reason i cannot add the original image posted with the fic, hence the A/N in the story. I apologize for failing the fanfic gods and the OG author with my incompetence...
Ill fix problems and formatting edits tomorrow, for now assume i am either stupid or that its all a part of the original text!!!!
THEsigma
Guess who made an app for us to txt
THIS GUY
Im waiting for my praise u snakes
BestSmile
change that name
U r NOT young and hip
[New Number]
Preach
BestSmile
Stfu
Who is u
Look at what u did Ben
Dumbass
THESigma
Zlawg.
I didn't do nothing
EJ
You made the app.
THESigma
Was I talking to u
Anyway
Yo new guy
Ooo found ur Facebook
Holy shit wait
Ik u
LOL
Go in dms
[New Number]
??
What
BestSmile
Find yheir @
Now BEN
[New Number]
Woah
Am i gonna get doxed...
Who even r u lot
Toby
Who's YOU
Ur the intruder
THESigma
Stfu
(Y/N)
Get to dms loser
———
‘BEN DROWNED’ requested a private chat!
———
Yo
??
(Y/N)
Figured it out by your number
Nice
Why am i here
Misrake
Well
u r gonna be here for a while now
loser
No tf
Nah k Watch
———
A pale hand, dirt beneath its jagged fingernails sprouted from your phone screen. You toss it across the room, watching as a short elf emerges from your device.
His limbs cracked, before finally settling — groaning in exhaustion. “Man… I forget how small a phone is. My ribs ache!” He stretched his arms over his head.
Now, having a better look at the invader, you could see the green clothing, similar to those of Link — sprouts of blonde hair peeking from under his grass coloured hat. His sclera ebony black, a red pinprick in either eye while dried blood clings to his cheeks.
You blink before pointing to your laptop. “Could you fix that?”
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(A/N)
Hello new and old readers!!
This chapter is shorter than I wouldve liked but oh well
Anyway, I would love some feedback, constructive or positive! If it's better or not compared to the original first chapter!
Icl it's harder making it more humorous now so uhm yeah