|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Your POV again.

That guy was a total creep. He kept just staring at me. This place is fucking awful. I love it! I've never had so much fun in my life!

Sure the whole streaming gig is cool, but I've never had so much human interaction in my life! It makes that big pit in my stomach close in on itself!

I have never felt this way before. These people sure are a bunch of characters. That Brian guy..... he smelled like blood, and cigarettes. He's definitely a murder. I hated the way he talked to E.J. Like, FUCKER I'M RIGHT HERE, YOU CAN ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED. He doesn't listen, and had a short temper.

Don't get me started on that other one, Tim was it? I know I said Brian smelled bad but, this guy REEKED!! Cigarettes, booze, gasoline, sweat, and a LOT of blood. That's what this man smelled like. A walking red flag, that's what he is. He doesn't just smell bad, I'm pretty sure he has a bad personality too. He just let Brian yell at E.J like it was normal. I don't like people like that.

E.J is.... oddly satisfying. Not in an eye pleasing way, hell I don't even know what he looks like. More of how our personalities just crash into one anothers. He's stoic, but only around others he doesn't seem to get along with. Not only that, but he smells like cider. He smells like what I think Winnie the pooh would smell like. It's nice. He's a total pushover, who's now my responsibility. Nice.

Speaking of E.J he's been looking at me ever sense those guys left. What's he thinking about?

"Hey, E.J. That's your name right?" He shakes his head in the positive. "Am I always going to be in this room?" He aggressively shakes his head in the negative. "I'm not allowed to stay in one place to long. And since your my buddy now, you always have to be near me." Never stay in one place?

These people treat him like a child who'll cause trouble when left alone for to long. What a joke. Oh well, as long as they don't hurt him.

He opens up the glass door that leads into my area. "Come on. I have work to do. I'd be a bad friend if I just left you alone." E.J is very considerate. I think? What did he mean by him having to follow him around anyway? Did these people assign me to be his babysitter and not tell me? Shitasses. At least it's not an actual kid.

I walk ahead of E.J, finding his pace to be too slow for me. Opening the door wide open for him, like the gentleman I truly am. He seems to have taking a great liking to my gesture and gladly takes me up on my offer.

E.J takes the lead this time, but still urges me to be besides him at all times. Do I find this annoying? No! I'm sure it's for a good reason. It better be.

...

E.Js mood seems to have dropped by a ton when we walk up to a certain baby blue door. It was great in contrast, compared with the Rococo French style this house seemed to dawn. Once again, I open the door for him, which he nods to. We walk in, and I take note of the male in front of me.

He's lanky, around me and E.Js age, and seems to bee in a bad mood. Probably because of his hand being inside of a bee hive. Hahaha! Gosh, and I thought Brian and Tim were weird!

I look in E.Js direction to see him seemingly looking at the male in distaste. "Uh, E.J, why are we just starring at this guy? It's weird."

Once I still talking the male looks up at me wide eyed. I give him a quizzical look and a signature smile. He leaps up from his spot and completely ignores E.J giving him a death glare.

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ [Nᴀᴍᴇ]!" Says the brown haired male in front of me. "I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏs ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ! Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs Tᴏʙʏ." He out reaches his open hand to me, I take it and give it a good shake. "That's cool! I've never met a fan of mine before. Nice to meet you, Toby. Uhhh, you alright pal?"

He looks at his bee-hived hand and then to me. "Hᴇʜᴇ.... I ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ." I give him a small nod. I motion him to sit back down on the operating table, and look at E.J.

"Do you know anything about medicine?" ..... "Yeah, I have a Masters in Nursing." He looks at me shocked, like he's never seen someone who has a degree in something. Let alone a Masters.

"Here, I'm first response when a medical emergency occurs. I'm the only one in the house with official medical knowledge. It's good to know that's not true anymore." I look up at E.J.

These people don't treat him nice, and then expect them to help them? Damn.

Taking that as a cue for me to go ahead and help Toby, I walk up to his side.

...

"Hᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇ! Tʜᴀɴᴋs [Nᴀᴍᴇ]! Sᴇᴇʏᴀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ~" I plaster a big smile on my face.

Toby is kind. Maybe. E.J seemed to freak out whenever we got to 'close'. In a physical sense, and an emotional one. Whenever Toby would laugh at one of my jokes, I swear E.J was trying to explode Toby with his mind.

Overall, Toby's injuries were minor, and could go without any extreme treatment.

That Toby..... he's something else! He has tourettes- he didn't have to tell me he did though, cause he accidentally popped his shoulder out of socket with a hard jerk. We also seem to have similar feelings about Tim.

I can see myself talking to him in the future.

Before I knew it, E.J had lead me into a large dinning room. It had oddly the same wallpaper as the one in me and E.Js room. However, this wallpaper was slightly tinted yellow. Walking up to it I can see why- the wallpaper had turned a yellow tint over the years due to the amount of smoke it had to endure.

I can't help let my mind wonder towards a certain tan leather jacket wearing man. I know that it's wrong to judge a book by it's cover- but I'm not some Disney hero. I'm hardcore judging the people of this households habits right now.

I'm faded from my thoughts when E.J taps me on the shoulder with something.

I turn around to face him. He holds out a large container of- ....

Elk guts. I'm fimliar with the type. "Uhh, thanks buddy!" I take the container from his hands. Of course I'm not going to eat it.

Sure, elk hate me, but I'm not that much of a monster. I tuck it under my arm, which makes E.J lean towards me.

"..." "Oh! Sorry E.J! I just uhh- ... Let me be real with you, I don't eat guts. It makes me nauseas. Please, understand."

E.J looks at me with a head hung low before he takes the meat away from me. "I understand. What would you like to eat?". "Do you guys have lettuce?" ... "Maybe, I'll check. You should sit down.".

I take him up on that offer. In the 'med room' as E.J calls it, there are no chairs to sit on while working. Not only that but, the hallways between rooms are long and wide, after walking in them for half an hour my legs started to get a tiny bit weak. Which is weird cause, I'm naturally very nimble. It must be this house. O̶d̶e̶r̶ i̶r̶g̶e̶n̶d̶w̶a̶s̶ d̶r̶i̶n̶.

Just as my body starts to relax- a pair of eyes stare at me. I don't say anything, wouldn't want to spook them.

That's when a- link cosplayer? Walks up to me. "𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

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TRANSLATION: Oder irgendwas drin.......Or something in it.
Word count: 1349