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I sat on the couch, reading the most boring book I’ve ever read, when I heard the familiar sound of tires crunching over gravel. My eyes lit up as I jumped and flung the book aside, dashing towards the door to see a familiar green pickup truck pulling into the driveway. “Buddy!” I called as I raced towards it, waving enthusiastically as it turned off and the door opened. However, my joy turned to horror as Buddy nearly fell out, red staining his shirt. I froze in my tracks, my eyes wide. “B... Buddy...? Buddy!” I ran to his side, helping him to his feet. “Buddy, what happened? Buddy!”
My eyes popped open as I gave a little jolt, my heart pounding. Where am I...? Glancing around groggily, I registered that I was in my bed, wrapped in my warm covers. Huh... When did I change into my pajamas and fall asleep? I started to sit up, only to feel my legs catch on something. What the...? Puzzled, I tried to shake my legs, but again I felt the tugging sensation, but this time there was a metallic rattle. Slowly I shifted in bed, lifting the covers to peek at my feet, only to freeze.
Clasped around my ankles were metal shackles, chaining me to the bed. As I stared at them in shock, suddenly everything came racing back to me.
Buddy had tried to kill me.
He was keeping a person in the basement.
And that person tried to kill me.
Panicked, my eyes suddenly flew towards the mirror above my dresser, staring at my reflection. I looked frazzled, my hair untidy with specks of blood on my face. Remembering the strange creature from the basement strangling me, I pulled at the collar of my shirt to expose my neck. A dark bruise covered it, my skin blackish-blue. Trembling, I slowly reached a shaky hand to my throat. A light pain radiated from where my fingertip touched it, making me quickly gasp and swing my hand away.
Footsteps sounded outside my door and I snapped my head towards it, staring at it with wide eyes. As the handle slowly turned, I quickly snapped my head back towards the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm myself and relax so it would look like I was still asleep. I heard the door open and soft footsteps slowly approached the bed, each one sounding more like small booms in my current fear, before stopping a few feet away. Relax, [Name], don’t look like you’re awake. Don’t be so tense. Don’t—
“I know you’re awake.”
The demonic-sounding whisper made my eyes shoot open to see that navy blue mask staring down at me. Outside of the basement’s dim lighting, I was able to see it much more clearly. It was relatively featureless, no mouth or nose, just two black holes for eyes fitted with some fabric that prevented me from seeing what was underneath it. Streaks of black paint dripped from the eyes, making it seem as if he was crying. As soon as I saw it I started to scream, only for a gloved hand to shoot forward and cover my mouth.
“There’s no need to scream,” he told me, his tone neutral but his voice tinged with a demonic quality that made me shudder. “There’s no one who can hear you anyway.” My eyes widened as I stared at him, trembling. He was right: our house was in the mountains, miles away from civilization. We were all alone here, just him and me—a monster and his victim.
Seeing the fear in my face, he seemed satisfied by my reaction and leaned forward just a bit. “I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’ll crush your windpipes. Understood?” Tears in my eyes, I nodded, and he pulled back and removed his hand.
“Wh... who are you...?” I whispered, my voice shaky and hoarse.
“Jack. More specifically, people call me ‘Eyeless Jack’, though just ‘Jack’ is fine. I take it you’re [Name]?” My eyes widened.
“H-how...?” He gestured to the door where the nameplate hung. Ah, of course. Buddy had bought it for me when I’d first arrived as a welcome present, and even though it didn’t entirely fit my tastes anymore, I still kept it hanging there. “O-oh.” With that question answered I became silent, too afraid to speak. The boy—“Jack”—didn’t speak, just staring at me silently and giving me time to think. Swallowing, finally I croaked, “Are... are you going to... k-kill me?” Immediately I regretted asking and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath as I waited for his reaction.
“If I were, I would have killed you by now, wouldn’t I?” he pointed out, and I opened one eye to see him lifting the covers off of me. I winced and bit back the instinctive urge to cry out as he reached for the bottom of my shirt and began unbuttoning it. Undoing only the bottom three buttons, he then stopped and lifted half of my shirt so I could look under it. Bandages were wrapped tightly around my abdomen, covering all of the exposed skin and continuing under the rest of my clothes. I shuddered as I noticed a large red stain along my side, recalling how Buddy had slashed me there.
“The injuries weren’t too deep and you didn’t lose too much blood, so treating it was simple enough. Though the bruises on your neck will probably stick around for a while.” The mention made me wince, conjuring the memory of his clawed, ash gray hand wrapped around my throat. Silence fell as I just stared at the bandages, trying to process all of this. Jack said nothing and just stood there, patiently waiting for me to finish absorbing everything.
“...Why?” I finally asked, my voice barely audible. I gave a startled yelp as he suddenly placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head upwards, his face now mere inches from mine. Slowly he reached towards his mask with his other hand. As he tilted it to the side to reveal the lower half of his face my eyes grew wide. His skin was just as gray as his hand, a shade that couldn’t possibly be human, and his mouth... It twisted into an evil-looking smile that revealed rows of sharp, pointed teeth. Strands of something white and stringy hung from the tips. Was that... flesh?
My stomach churned as I stared at it, further confirming my fears that he wasn’t human. His smile seemed to only grow wider as he observed my reaction, satisfied and excited. Slowly he leaned forward, his breath warm as he whispered into my ear.
“Because I have a few questions that I think only you can answer.”
My eyes popped open as I gave a little jolt, my heart pounding. Where am I...? Glancing around groggily, I registered that I was in my bed, wrapped in my warm covers. Huh... When did I change into my pajamas and fall asleep? I started to sit up, only to feel my legs catch on something. What the...? Puzzled, I tried to shake my legs, but again I felt the tugging sensation, but this time there was a metallic rattle. Slowly I shifted in bed, lifting the covers to peek at my feet, only to freeze.
Clasped around my ankles were metal shackles, chaining me to the bed. As I stared at them in shock, suddenly everything came racing back to me.
Buddy had tried to kill me.
He was keeping a person in the basement.
And that person tried to kill me.
Panicked, my eyes suddenly flew towards the mirror above my dresser, staring at my reflection. I looked frazzled, my hair untidy with specks of blood on my face. Remembering the strange creature from the basement strangling me, I pulled at the collar of my shirt to expose my neck. A dark bruise covered it, my skin blackish-blue. Trembling, I slowly reached a shaky hand to my throat. A light pain radiated from where my fingertip touched it, making me quickly gasp and swing my hand away.
Footsteps sounded outside my door and I snapped my head towards it, staring at it with wide eyes. As the handle slowly turned, I quickly snapped my head back towards the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm myself and relax so it would look like I was still asleep. I heard the door open and soft footsteps slowly approached the bed, each one sounding more like small booms in my current fear, before stopping a few feet away. Relax, [Name], don’t look like you’re awake. Don’t be so tense. Don’t—
“I know you’re awake.”
The demonic-sounding whisper made my eyes shoot open to see that navy blue mask staring down at me. Outside of the basement’s dim lighting, I was able to see it much more clearly. It was relatively featureless, no mouth or nose, just two black holes for eyes fitted with some fabric that prevented me from seeing what was underneath it. Streaks of black paint dripped from the eyes, making it seem as if he was crying. As soon as I saw it I started to scream, only for a gloved hand to shoot forward and cover my mouth.
“There’s no need to scream,” he told me, his tone neutral but his voice tinged with a demonic quality that made me shudder. “There’s no one who can hear you anyway.” My eyes widened as I stared at him, trembling. He was right: our house was in the mountains, miles away from civilization. We were all alone here, just him and me—a monster and his victim.
Seeing the fear in my face, he seemed satisfied by my reaction and leaned forward just a bit. “I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’ll crush your windpipes. Understood?” Tears in my eyes, I nodded, and he pulled back and removed his hand.
“Wh... who are you...?” I whispered, my voice shaky and hoarse.
“Jack. More specifically, people call me ‘Eyeless Jack’, though just ‘Jack’ is fine. I take it you’re [Name]?” My eyes widened.
“H-how...?” He gestured to the door where the nameplate hung. Ah, of course. Buddy had bought it for me when I’d first arrived as a welcome present, and even though it didn’t entirely fit my tastes anymore, I still kept it hanging there. “O-oh.” With that question answered I became silent, too afraid to speak. The boy—“Jack”—didn’t speak, just staring at me silently and giving me time to think. Swallowing, finally I croaked, “Are... are you going to... k-kill me?” Immediately I regretted asking and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath as I waited for his reaction.
“If I were, I would have killed you by now, wouldn’t I?” he pointed out, and I opened one eye to see him lifting the covers off of me. I winced and bit back the instinctive urge to cry out as he reached for the bottom of my shirt and began unbuttoning it. Undoing only the bottom three buttons, he then stopped and lifted half of my shirt so I could look under it. Bandages were wrapped tightly around my abdomen, covering all of the exposed skin and continuing under the rest of my clothes. I shuddered as I noticed a large red stain along my side, recalling how Buddy had slashed me there.
“The injuries weren’t too deep and you didn’t lose too much blood, so treating it was simple enough. Though the bruises on your neck will probably stick around for a while.” The mention made me wince, conjuring the memory of his clawed, ash gray hand wrapped around my throat. Silence fell as I just stared at the bandages, trying to process all of this. Jack said nothing and just stood there, patiently waiting for me to finish absorbing everything.
“...Why?” I finally asked, my voice barely audible. I gave a startled yelp as he suddenly placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head upwards, his face now mere inches from mine. Slowly he reached towards his mask with his other hand. As he tilted it to the side to reveal the lower half of his face my eyes grew wide. His skin was just as gray as his hand, a shade that couldn’t possibly be human, and his mouth... It twisted into an evil-looking smile that revealed rows of sharp, pointed teeth. Strands of something white and stringy hung from the tips. Was that... flesh?
My stomach churned as I stared at it, further confirming my fears that he wasn’t human. His smile seemed to only grow wider as he observed my reaction, satisfied and excited. Slowly he leaned forward, his breath warm as he whispered into my ear.
“Because I have a few questions that I think only you can answer.”
Literature
Eyeless Jack x Reader: Part 2
Your POV
I wake up to hear more fighting downstairs. I sigh and shove my head back into my pillow until I realize that today is a school day. I sit up, going to look at the alarm clock. Oh good. It says 6:40, five minutes before my time to get up. I smile out of pure relief. I get out of bed and decide to get ready. Little do I know, someone is watching me.
Jack's POV
Yes, definitely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I watch her sigh, before bolting back up. As she got ready, I climbed down to the bottom. I could see her parents in the kitchen fighting about something. I then watch her enter the room and can't help but to frow
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Eyeless Jack x Reader: Part 4
Your POV
I heard the sound of my parents talking faintly, and then car door slammed shut. Sounds like whatever they were previously doing didn't exactly work out. I said goodbye to my friend, and I hung up. I ran downstairs to go put the phone back, only to hear the sound of keys jingling. I put the phone on its hook and ran upstairs. I didn't know why they were home, but something told me that they weren't going to be in a good mood if I stuck around.
I listened to the sound of the door opening. I hoped that they weren't going to call for me. I could tell by their yelling at each other that they were the problem. I tried listening th
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Eyeless Jack x Reader: Part 7
Your POV
I was making dinner at the moment. It was two or three hours since I'd gotten home and received the news. Jack sat on the couch out in the living room. I looked back through the archway and he looked bored.
We had decided together that he would be staying with me for these six days. So while I was busy making dinner, Jack talked on the phone. I didn't know who he was talking to; he refused to tell me for the moment. I didn't really mind, but I was still curious. I shrugged it off and went back to making dinner. I looked on the box of directions. I hadn't felt like making something from scratch tonight. I was too tired at the
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Well looks like you're alive and—well crap. This isn't a pleasant way to wake up now is it?.
It's part three already! Wow time flies fast when you're being held prisoner by the cannibalistic monster that was locked in your basement for who-knows-how-long by your psychotic horror-loving uncle/father/guardian~ Anyways, thanks again for all the positive feedback! I'm thinking Part 4 will be on Wednesday or Thursday. It's one of my favorites. Scary Jack is really fun to write~ (And that's your little preview!)
By the way, Part 5 is going to be craaaaap, just saying it now. I've given up on editing it any further in favor of making the plot progress.
Eyeless Jack belongs to Azelf5000.
You belong to you (...maybe?).
The story and Buddy the Bloody belong to me.
Well looks like you're alive and—well crap. This isn't a pleasant way to wake up now is it?.
It's part three already! Wow time flies fast when you're being held prisoner by the cannibalistic monster that was locked in your basement for who-knows-how-long by your psychotic horror-loving uncle/father/guardian~ Anyways, thanks again for all the positive feedback! I'm thinking Part 4 will be on Wednesday or Thursday. It's one of my favorites. Scary Jack is really fun to write~ (And that's your little preview!)
By the way, Part 5 is going to be craaaaap, just saying it now. I've given up on editing it any further in favor of making the plot progress.
Eyeless Jack belongs to Azelf5000.
You belong to you (...maybe?).
The story and Buddy the Bloody belong to me.
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Wow, uh so I had to make a new account to see past the maturity filter bc I forgot my old password.
It's been 5 years??? Excuse me?
2014 was a w e i r d time for me. Yanno, being obsessed with serial murderers and being 13. Who isn't weird at 13?
I mean, 5 years ago I lied about my age so I could read this, and now, after I've been out of the fandom for a good 3, buddy oh boy I am in college now??
And even though it's no longer my cup of tea, uh, I still like coming back here for the nostalgia.
Good god, please never delete this. This is the kind of thing I wanna share with my future wife.
(I've been on ao3 too long, this comment is really extensive for DA)