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Bennie Dewhurst

"Never put a marshmallow in a microwave."

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a character in “GAME OVER: Welcome to Dead System”, originally authored by Imbecile, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Bennie Augustus Dewhurst

Nickname:
Ben

Gender:
Male

Age:
9

Height:
4”4

Weight:
67 lbs

Build:
Bennie has a small and delicate physique. He has yet to have any obvious signs of puberty, as expected of a child his age.

Appearance:
The boy is mainly described as rather feminine or androgynous despite his gender. Although he is remarkable skinny, the child maintains a round, youthful face. Bennie is recognized by his pale complexion and rosy cheeks - sometimes, especially in the cold weather, his tip of his nose will flush a shade of red. The feature that stands out the most is his luminous ivory hair. Its ruffled layers cascade all the way down to his neck. He also has a thick fringe that hides his caterpillar eyebrows. It tends to be swept to the side, as it – more times than not – gets in the way of his sight. Bennie also has brilliantly vivid irises; the colour is usually compared to the mysterious depths of an ocean or a vibrant sapphire gem. The child’s eyes are a large, doe shape – often widened in curiosity or squeezed shut in the middle of a laugh. A collection of snowy white eyelashes frame his eyes, giving the impression of tender exquisiteness.

Bennie is often seen in large hoodies or jumpers several times bigger than his own body. He prefers the freedom of being able to move around with ease but still retaining a certain warmth. He also likes the feel of keeping his small hands within the sleeves instead of rolling them up. The boy has developed a love for hoodies with attached ears. He treasures a blue one that also has eyes stitched onto the hood while the edging was artfully made into a mouth with a lining of white teeth. Bennie usually just wears pegged jeans but is rarely seen using shoes - The child has a habit of walking around barefooted.

Personality:
Bennie is like any child of his age – ignorant but blissfully innocent. At first, he may appear as rather shy and timid. The boy tends to speak quietly or mumble and will try to avoid eye-contact as much as possibly by looking down at the floor. He finds it excruciatingly hard to make friends, especially if those around him are adults or much older than him. However, once he develops a familiarity with a person, he tends to break out of his shell and is more open to conversation.

Bennie may be considered as slightly more mature than other kids his age, as he is not the kind to shout or insult. In most cases than not, he will be aware of the effects of his actions and may act rather reserved. Even though he may try to remain polite, there may be times where his tongue slips and will say something rude without realizing it.

Bennie has an unquenchable curiosity that most youths obtain – he constantly wants to explore a new area or ask questions that may seem rather obvious. This may lead to his nose being in places that it should be not. However, the boy has a unique ability of slipping out of one’s attention and may disappear without people realizing. This is exceptionally effective in large groups or crowded areas.

What's Home?:
Bennie lived a normal life before Dead System. He went to school, he had a loyal circle of friends and he got good grades for his age. The child hadn't quite experienced stress up to this point. He had a healthy family containing his two parents and an elder brother. Bennie got along with his parents fairly well. However, the boy had an exceptionally close bond with his brother even if he did have random mood swings at times and would sometimes prioritize his girlfriend before him. But he was content, and that was all that mattered. Bennie would never ask for things unless he really wanted them and was, overall, rather satisfied with his life.

The boy doesn't quite realize the situation he is in. Bennie believes it is another game his brother bought. He doesn't entirely believe the Game Master’s explanation as he thinks it may be a prank set by his sibling. It doesn't stop a shiver running through his spine. He’s never liked horror-games and wants to get out.

Bennie would always bring around a stuffed teddy cat where ever he would go, even to school or parties. It was named Alpine due to his white fur; it was a similar colour to Bennie’s hair which was one reason why he loved it so much. The child would make sure to clean him every night so he wouldn't turn brown and stinky. When he got trapped into this new dimension, Alpine was not brought with him.

So begins...

Bennie Dewhurst's Story

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Bennie Dewhurst

“... And they all lived happily together ever after. The end.”

Mr. Dewhurst carefully closed the hardback shut with a concluding sigh. One could not ignore the bags under his eyes, although they were crinkled with tender warmth. He lifted his head up and smiled at the child who was tucked comfortably within his bed. Bennie was relatively small for his age; he looked engulfed by the many folds of his duvet. His head was sunken into the softness of his feather down pillow. However, neither of these objects succeeded in concealing the boy’s vivid eyes. Bennie’s irises practically glowed inside the dimly lit room, accented by the illumination of his bedside lamp. Despite the time, he still remained alert; yet to surrender to the night’s tempting caress. His body still vibrated with energy yet to be wasted.

“What a lovely story! Again, again!” He squealed in delight, kicking out his feet underneath the duvet for emphasize.

Once more, his father sighed. Although not of annoyance, it was something he had gotten used to every night. “No, Bennie. It’s about time you went to bed, you know?” He said unconvincingly, bringing his wrist closer towards his face as he inspected the time on his watch.

“Aw. Well, if you say so. Are you sure?” The child attempted to put on his saddest face as possible, widening his eyes and pushing out his lower lip.

The man glanced at his son with a grimace. “Why don’t you take off your jacket? You really shouldn't be wearing it to bed. “ He replied, hoping that it would change the subject.

Bennie had the habit of wearing his favourite hoodie at night - it was a natural recurrence every night. Mr. Dewhurst should've known, by now, that it was futile by asking that question.

“Ummmm, no.” The child said with finality as he shook his head.

“I see, I shouldn't have even bothered.” His father rose from the side of the mattress and leaned over to give Bennie a peck on the cheek, “Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight dad.” He said and watched him as he turned off the lamp and walked out of the room. With an exhausted smile, the man pulled the door closed.

The boy snuggled into his bed, comforted by the fact that his teddy cat lay cosily in between his arms. He giggled as its wispy strands of fur tickled his nose while breathing in.

"What would I be without you, Alpine." He whispered, a grin still apparent on his face before plunging into a deep sleep.

Bennie found himself standing on something pleasantly cushiony, its colour being a shade of pleasant pink. The child looked down, surprised, as he realised that he was standing on a large marshmallow. He bent down and knelt down on the edge, it seemed that the sugary snack was hovering above thin air. It was difficult to see what was underneath them, as the bottom was hidden underneath a dark mist. Bennie was smart enough to know that whatever down there certainly wasn't going to be good. Above him, the sky gleamed a brilliant magenta with not that many clouds in sight. It faded into a purple in the distance. Any clouds that were to be seen, however, were a clean white - imitating the exact fluffiness of cotton candy. Hundreds of marshmallows, similar to the one Bennie was standing on, surrounded him in every direction and disappeared into the horizon. They were unevenly scattered with a considerable amount of space in between each other. It was unclear what the objective was or where the reward was placed, but the child found himself immediately leaping towards a nearby marshmallow. The soft floor absorbed the impact and did not experience pain when landing.

Bennie continued to hop from one marshmallow to another, with relative ease. The more marshmallows he successfully landed on, the father apart they became. It wasn't long until he found himself almost isolated from anything else. The nearest checkpoint was several metres away. Bennie tried his luck and sprinted off the edge before propelling towards the marshmallow. It was too short as the boy's hand closed around thin air. His arms scrambled for anything to cling on, his body filling with dread as he plummeted deeper and deeper down the chasm. He hopelessly watched on, as everything evaporated into thin air and all that was left was an impenetrable black. An unforgiving black that wrapped tightly around his throat and squeezed him from the inside. He could not utter a single sound as the colour infected his sight and all he could see was it.


The child jolted awake, his hand desperately searching around for Alpine. It had always been her that could comfort him the loneliest of nights. His eyes widened in fear as his fingers brushed not fur, but damp soil and vegetation. His body now rigid with shock, Bennie forced himself to stand up. He had not been lying on his mattress; he did not even find himself in his bedroom. It looked like miles away from his house. Where was he? The nine year-old looked up and stared at the rays of sunlight squeezing through the large leaves of the trees that towered overhead. It took every cell in his body to not scream out in complete confusion. Just what was going on?

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Character Portrait: Zachary Ackers Character Portrait: Alevina "Levi" Ramone Character Portrait: Emilia Victoria Lafrey Character Portrait: Bennie Dewhurst
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#, as written by Toxica
World: Agreth
Difficulty Level: One
Inhabitants: Humanoids, Wyverns, Woodland Critters, Deep Sea Dwellers
Location: Rainforest


The sound of Levi's footsteps closing in on Emilia caused the girl to smirk. She heard Levi's fierce words as she closed in on her but she continued to walk away up until she so rudely poked her,repeatedly at that. Stopping immediately she listened to the rest of what the girl had to say, the smirk now gone. Once Levi finished she turned to face her rowdy player, maybe she had more to learn from them after all. She observed the stance Levi finished with; looking Levi up and down her eyes took on an artificial nature of focusing on what seemed to be random points of Levi's body as if her eyes were a machine scanning parts of a product.

When she finished she smiled up at Levi, "So this is what it means to be angry." With that statement the game master immediately took on the same stance Levi was in, even her facial expression imitated Levi, "Queen is not such a bad title, but like I said before I am the game master and this is my game." Smirking she continued, "It just happens that your life is on the line."

"You see I was going to have mother upload all the information you needed to know after I left," Her words were cold and emotionless along with her face as her smirk disappeared, cocking her head, "But you had to be impatient, very well... mother if you would."

As soon as those words left her lips all the players were frozen as information was being uploaded to the minds of the players and being stored within the memory bank. Information on the Dead System, Mad Box, rules, the game 'Game Over', death penalties, their last moments of their abductions, and just to be dramatic the last bit of information was the one thing that gave them reason to get back home. All this information was done verbally within their minds and visually. Once all the information was given to them in what to seemed to take an eternity when in actuality took on milliseconds, they were unfrozen and reality fizzed back into visual.

"Now do you get it?" The game master asked as she slowly walked backwards with her arms outstretch, "The only way out is through playing... GAME OVER."

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Bennie Dewhurst

Who were these people? Who was this girl who had greeted them? Why was he here? Why? Why? Why? He was tired of not knowing, but he was much too terrified to ask. All he wanted was to go back home, where his family and Alpine was. His entire frame quivered with pure fear, the boy was on the verge of crying. Bennie had yet to move from his seated position for the past few minutes - he refused to budge. He didn't like the sound of bickering, his ears were unfamiliar to the gruff and uninviting voices of the men. For once, in his life, he wanted silence. Was that so hard? He had been a good boy, he never asked for anything not within his parent's reach. What had he done to deserve this? Bennie scrambled towards a nearby tree, but still reasonably far, and pushed his back against it. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his hands over his ears - the sleeves of his hoodie muffling any outside noises. He didn't want to be noticed, he didn't want to be here. He had convinced himself that maybe if he ignored it, perhaps he would go back. Back to the warm folds of his duvet, back to the gentle caress of his teddy cat, back home.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed through the gloomy inside of his eyes. Bennie jerked back in surprise but he did not open his eyes. He watched, stiff with a combination of curiosity and shock, as a script continued to run across his eyelids. The boy assumed it was information provided to them by the strange girl, but he could not read it fast enough. In random intervals, twitchy images were slotted in between the columns of texts. Each picture projected something valuable he had recently left behind. A half-open door, spilling light into the dark bedroom. His father sitting beside him on the mattress, a loving smile etched onto his face. The glossy pages of a storybook. The glowing stickers of the moon and the stars glued onto his ceiling. Alpine snuggling in between his slender arms. It then abruptly stopped, giving Bennie a sense of isolation.

It was a confusing concept for a child's mind to understand, Bennie was now even more homesick. Had that been done solely for that purpose? To remind the group what was patiently waiting for them back at home? The boy glanced back up at the girl, what was her agenda? Did she not like them or did she just like being mean? Did she not realise how much that short-lived memory had broken him inside? The boy was fed up with asking questions. he didn't want to be with these people. They were all strangers, Mother had told him never to speak to strangers - he hadn't intended to speak to them in the first place. His lip began to quiver and he could feel the edges of his eyes smarting. Without a second thought, Bennie began to cry. He began to bawl and blubber like any child his age. He wiped his dribbling nose with his dirtied sleeve before continuing with an equal amount of bravado. He was too tired to think properly. The inner turmoil of emotion concealed within him had burst out - and Bennie had openly welcomed it.