BEN's soul floated in his heart like calm waters, though waiting to be rippled with negativity. Being treated nicely with no catch was odd... he could just SMELL there was no catch. But he still wasn't so sure. You couldn't let those waters in your heart stay too calm, anticipating an tsunami was necessary. Nevertheless, he blinked his upturned, dark eyes, that held even darker eyelashes, so much so that it seemed he was wearing mascara.
Leave it up to newbies to assume Link wore makeup and wasn't just made with the sharp eyes, thin nose, and soft lips of a Kokiri fairy. They came from a forest outside of Hyrule and weren't ever meant to leave. Though Link was different, he was chosen by Zelda from a dream she had. Sadly the chosen one would soon be possessed by a boy who had drowned at the tender age of 12.
The murdered spirit stared as the woman unsealed the bag which held some sort of pretty appeal to it. He didn't know what to expect, but it most certainly wasn't that. When he let his guard down a bit more, his expressions merged with Link's. More innocent, grounded, less cynical and swift. His lips parted in wonder... what was that? He hadn't ever seen it in the trading rooms or small shops.
BEN knew exactly who would be on black. Laughing Jack, no doubt. Eyeless Jack and Ticci Toby felt like they'd be more light grey. He could give an opinion on everyone on the scale. But for him, himself? He wouldn't know what to say. He could have morals, he just chose not to use them. There was no force pushing him to do evil. There was nothing in him that snapped one day. He was just a boy that gave into the evil, he supposed. No harsh philosophy. Maybe he was born to be a demon.
...or maybe he was delusional and trapped.
Whatever it may be.
BEN's worn brown boots hit the grass gently as he neared the object with hesitation. Grabbing it, it felt like he knew how to play it already. The scene served resemblance to a little girl giving a starved dog a bowl of water. He flashed his eyes back up at her, then back at the wooden instrument. He let himself float down to the ground, sitting on his legs so he could lay the Pipa across his lap. His thin fingers toyed with the strings.
"This is a much bigger 'something' than I expected..." He mumbled, eyes shifting back up to her. He hadn't been so soft in a while, since he felt no need to verbally attack her whatsoever.
BEN thought she’d never amount to it at all. With this impression, he decided to pester her later, when she’d least expect it and think he had forgotten all about the item of her choosing. He was too busy delivering the tamales to Sally, which she wanted far more than he did. The reason for lashing out so bad about it was just because he cared about this ghost girl and wanted her to get what she wanted.
Coming back empty handed would prove to be a disappointment to him and her, which he wasn’t going to have. Plus… he liked gaining power over people, and that whole conversation was him feeling some sort of dominance against Jeff. Using him as his second hand killing machine, manipulating him with fake emotions, and even getting the chance to put Toby down in the process. He simply did not like the twitchy bastard.
What even was there to like? He followed everything Slenderman told him to do, he was just a weird boy who should’ve been killed already by suicide or something. But he was chosen to be a weak puppet for Slenderman. Ugh.
Once he dropped everything off with the petite girl, he decided to stalk the forest, munching a tamale in hand. He seemed a little glum. But who truly knew with this demonic entity? He always seemed to be moody anyway. Drawn down by whatever it may be. Through the trees and branches, he spotted the familiar, soft features of the girl.
It was hard to miss such a pretty face, it gave a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn’t because he was evil or anything though, even before he drowned he would’ve felt off about seeing pretty girls. They just reminded him of being gossiped on. There was no doubt that the prettier of females naturally got better treatment from the world just for looking like that. It wasn’t something he dwelled his life over, though. He lingered more on the topic when he was alive if anything. Now he didn’t have too much time to judge by appearance.
The feminine voice piped up from across the clearing as soon as she turned around to leave, skinny arm extended a pale finger to point at the bag. He was prone to asking questions about everything even if he knew the answer half the time.