|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

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I̳ d̳o̳n̳'t̳ h̳a̳v̳e̳ a̳ l̳o̳t̳ o̳f̳ p̳r̳o̳b̳l̳e̳m̳s̳. E̳x̳c̳e̳p̳t̳ f̳o̳r̳ m̳y̳ h̳o̳u̳s̳i̳n̳g̳ s̳i̳t̳u̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳, I̳'m̳ c̳o̳m̳p̳l̳e̳t̳e̳.

I̳ l̳o̳v̳e̳ m̳y̳ r̳o̳o̳m̳, I̳ b̳a̳s̳i̳c̳a̳l̳l̳y̳ s̳t̳a̳y̳ i̳n̳ h̳e̳r̳e̳ a̳l̳l̳ d̳a̳y̳, u̳n̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ I̳'m̳ a̳s̳k̳e̳d̳ f̳o̳r̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳.

I̳'m̳ n̳o̳t̳ a̳s̳ s̳t̳r̳o̳n̳g̳ a̳s̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳ o̳f̳ t̳h̳e̳ p̳e̳o̳p̳l̳e̳ h̳e̳r̳e̳, b̳u̳t̳ I̳ l̳i̳k̳e̳ t̳o̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ o̳f̳ m̳y̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ a̳s̳ t̳h̳e̳ m̳o̳s̳t̳ r̳e̳l̳i̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.

U̳n̳t̳i̳l̳ [N̳a̳m̳e̳] s̳h̳o̳w̳e̳d̳ u̳p̳, I̳ w̳a̳s̳ t̳h̳e̳ f̳i̳r̳s̳t̳ o̳n̳e̳ t̳o̳ c̳a̳l̳l̳ f̳o̳r̳ a̳n̳ e̳m̳e̳r̳g̳e̳n̳c̳y̳. I̳ d̳o̳n̳'t̳ m̳i̳n̳d̳ i̳t̳ t̳h̳o̳u̳g̳h̳. I̳ a̳s̳k̳ [N̳a̳m̳e̳] f̳o̳r̳ h̳e̳l̳p̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳i̳m̳e̳s̳ t̳o̳.

O̳n̳e̳ t̳i̳m̳e̳, I̳ r̳a̳n̳ o̳u̳t̳ o̳f̳ m̳y̳ f̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ p̳e̳r̳i̳w̳i̳n̳k̳l̳e̳. I̳ c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳n̳'t̳ f̳i̳n̳i̳s̳h̳ a̳ p̳i̳e̳c̳e̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳o̳u̳t̳ i̳t̳. I̳ w̳a̳s̳ t̳a̳l̳k̳i̳n̳g̳ t̳o̳ [N̳a̳m̳e̳] a̳b̳o̳u̳t̳ i̳t̳ a̳n̳d̳ t̳h̳e̳y̳ f̳o̳u̳n̳d̳ t̳h̳e̳ e̳x̳a̳c̳t̳ p̳l̳a̳n̳t̳ t̳h̳a̳t̳ m̳a̳d̳e̳ t̳h̳a̳t̳ p̳e̳r̳f̳e̳c̳t̳ s̳h̳a̳d̳e̳!

I̳ a̳s̳k̳e̳d̳ t̳h̳e̳m̳ h̳o̳w̳ t̳h̳e̳y̳ k̳n̳e̳w̳ t̳h̳i̳s̳ w̳a̳s̳ t̳h̳e̳ e̳x̳a̳c̳t̳ c̳o̳l̳o̳r̳ I̳ n̳e̳e̳d̳e̳d̳, t̳h̳e̳y̳ d̳i̳d̳n̳'t̳ a̳n̳s̳w̳e̳r̳. I̳ l̳i̳k̳e̳ t̳o̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ t̳h̳a̳t̳ t̳h̳e̳y̳ c̳a̳r̳e̳ f̳o̳r̳ m̳e̳. T̳h̳e̳n̳ a̳g̳a̳i̳n̳, t̳h̳e̳y̳ d̳o̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ e̳v̳e̳r̳y̳o̳n̳e̳ i̳n̳ t̳h̳i̳s̳ h̳o̳u̳s̳e̳. B̳u̳t̳, I̳ l̳i̳k̳e̳ t̳o̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ t̳h̳a̳t̳ t̳h̳i̳s̳ w̳a̳s̳ s̳p̳e̳c̳i̳f̳i̳c̳a̳l̳l̳y̳ f̳o̳r̳ m̳e̳ t̳o̳ f̳e̳e̳l̳ b̳e̳t̳t̳e̳r̳.

S̳p̳e̳a̳k̳i̳n̳g̳ o̳f̳ [N̳a̳m̳e̳], I̳ n̳e̳e̳d̳ a̳n̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ f̳a̳v̳o̳r̳ f̳r̳o̳m̳ t̳h̳e̳m̳. I̳'l̳l̳ n̳e̳e̳d̳ t̳o̳ s̳t̳o̳p̳ b̳y̳ E̳.J̳s̳ r̳o̳o̳m̳ a̳n̳d̳- *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Jack's POV

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"Y̳e̳s̳? W̳h̳o̳ i̳s̳ i̳t̳?"

"Um. It's E.J. Can you open up? I need to talk to you about... something private."

"D̳i̳d̳ y̳o̳u̳ a̳c̳c̳i̳d̳e̳n̳t̳a̳l̳l̳y̳ e̳a̳t̳ a̳n̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ c̳a̳t̳e̳r̳p̳i̳l̳l̳a̳r̳ i̳n̳ y̳o̳u̳r̳ s̳l̳e̳e̳p̳-"

"No! No, it's about um... 'relationship stuff'?" I sound so stupid right now. Is this how Toby feels all of the time?

"W̳H̳A̳T̳? C̳o̳m̳e̳ i̳n̳!" I'm grabbed by my collar and fall into the very short male behind the door.

"A̳l̳r̳i̳g̳h̳t̳! S̳o̳, w̳h̳a̳t̳ d̳o̳ y̳o̳u̳ m̳e̳a̳n̳ b̳y̳ 'r̳e̳l̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳s̳h̳i̳p̳ p̳r̳o̳b̳l̳e̳m̳s̳'?"

"So, you know [Name] right-"

"Y̳O̳U̳'R̳E̳ I̳N̳ L̳O̳V̳E̳ W̳I̳T̳H̳-"

"SHUT. UP." I clasp my hands around his face, in an effort to get him to be quite.

"I'm gonna let go now- if you scream I will through into the part of the forest where all of that bear scat is." Helen's eye's widen. Taking that as a notion to go ahead and let go, I remove my hand from his face.