|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

🎞Something new, something old, something sudden🎞

What's worse than a raging demon? A raging demon who has separation anxiety. Also, one that's currently dragging your hood up above your head- making your legs dangle a foot off the ground.

"Uh, hey roomie?"

"Hey, 'roomie'."

"You okay buddy? You seem a little angry."

"*Tch* That's because I am! How could you let these.. country bumpkins. Take you some unknown location! Haven't I taught you; 'never go to a second location'!?"

"Chill. They didn't kidnap me or whatever you think they did! We just went to Hardee's. Also, what's wrong with country people?"

"... You sure that's what just happened? They didn't say or uh.. do something?"

"Sie haben sich über deine Einstellung lustig gemacht." Jack proceeds to give me an unappealing look. "Aka- we only joked around and ate breakfast." To help ease his nerves even more, I show him the receipt I had stored away in my pocket.

"Ugh.. yeah- yeah. I know they probably wouldn't of done anything. I don't know why I freaked out. Apologies, love."

I stare at him with a toothy grin on my face. It's kinda my attempt to make him feel better. I'm not good at this very much- however Jack still accepts my attempt to calm him.

"Now that your up and at em' I need something from you!" I smile even wider noticing I accidentally copied Brian's and Tim's accent.

"Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ? Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs?"

"I don't care who comes along. I just need to get home! That's all. My little guys need food. I also need-" I pause, finding that I don't know the English term for kleidung (clothing). I've learned all of my basics and more- but something's just slip from my mind.

"Clothes?" I titlt my head and shrug my shoulders. "Sorry, I don't know the English term for it. But it's- (I point to my garments) ya' know?" I reply with- once again a country accent. Stop that, they'll think you're weird.

"That's clothes."

"Ahhhh. I'll write that down once I get home." I look over to Jack to see him shifting foot to foot- making me sway with him. "I'm only getting my things and leaving." Jack looks at me baffled. "I- no. Haha! Not- 'leaving-leaving' just leaving my home behind." I hear a few deep sighs behind me, Jack slowly nods his head.

I swear, they act like I'll move on, die, or get kidnapped at every turn I make. Don't they know who I am by now? If I was going to die, it would be a tactical one. Tactical death!

...

Alright! Me, Tim, Brian, and BEN are sitting on the porch- a little tired. We had just moved some of my stuff into my little nookus in Jack's room, along with genreal renovations. Toby and Brian moved furniture to and from my room. Tim and Jack peeled and plastered the small hallway. Natalie came along halfway through and handed me and Jack some of the houses unused wallpaper. Me and Jack pit it on together, letting me sit on his shoulders to apply the wallpaper properly. BEN really didn't do anything but hang out, have a little tour around my place, feed/mess with my little guys (which he had asked me to do). I only stepped in once during the moving furniture process, when Brian had almost dropped some of my textbooks.

Jack and Toby had left us a long time ago. Jack & Toby went to the infirmary after  Toby burned his thumb on my altered lighter after messing with it. Why do I have a lighter? I don't smoke- so I just use it when I decide to go camping.

Currently, BEN and Tim were talking about some sort of 'operator' and me and dandelion sat in comfortable silence. Until-

"....would you say that you were human?" Oh shit. I'm found out. HOW THE HELL?? I tried my best. Oh well- at least I don't think they'll sell me to the government. It won't hurt to test the waters.

"No. I wouldn't."

"Is it because of your choices? Or something else?"

"Something else."

"And- what would that 'something else' be?"

"I died." Brian looks at me with scared eyes, now noticing the completely dead serious look on my face. "Then I was reincarnated! I acted the same way, I even looked 'pretty much the same'. But, I was not human anymore."

"That kinda makes sense." Brian raises his voice making BEN and Tim look at us. "You sleep, but don't need to. You eat, but food doesn't go through your organs. You go inside of bathrooms, but only to bathe, and not use the can. You pretend to be hurt and scared, but you can't bleed and never have an incling of fear inside of you."

"Brian, what the hell are you-"

"Yeah, that's all true. You're a good observer!"

"𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝! 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍- 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜? 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠!" I look at my buds. I smile wildly and nod my head in the positive. 'Cat's out of the bag'. Time to spread the 'sudden news'.

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Translation: Sie haben sich über deine Einstellung lustig gemacht.....They made fun of your attitude......Kleidung......Clothing
Word count: 935
Author note: [Name] lore! [Name] lore! [Name] lore! I'll probably write down the history of [Name] for chapter 12. If you notice, every 3rd chapter is a 'break chapter' where I write simple info cards! Sometimes there won't be one, but that's just because I'm 'balls deep' into the story