|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

♣Stop that!♣

"Now, the world of a spiritual being is difficult to explain. So- I've decided to describe in words even mortals could understand. Okay, I'm ready. Ask away!"

"What's a 'Spirit'?"

"A Spirit is a guardian/care taker of a certain part of the world. There used to be gods who took it upon themselves to take care of large portions of the Earth- but, they've retired. However, before their retirement- they used every part of their bodies to create a spirit for every circumstance. For instance- me! I'm the spirit of this forest. That means I have to take care of it. Also, I have to make sure no un-ascended being messes with it."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 '𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍' 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗? 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜?"

"Being Ascended means you're taken to a pocket outside of the milkyway in which retired spirit's live! Though- sometimes beings that are powerful enough, may also enter the pocket after 'death/retirement'. Like your (former)boss. And, of course, mortals-turned-inmortal."

"No- that shouldn't be right- how come the operator gets to ascend- but, no mortals can?! That's unfair!"

"It's not their 'official resting place'. If enough spirits complain to the 'former guardians'- they'll be kicked out. Their body(or really- what's left of it.) and soul will disappear. And- before some of you get anxious- there's a way to get a mortal into the pocket."

"𝐁𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥?"

"Close! You have to 'marry them'."

"Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴛʏᴘᴇ' ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? Tʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴇᴀsʏ!"

"Not really. You have to present the mortal to one of the ancient guardians. If they accept- they get turned immortal and can live forever in the pocket! If they aren't- ... well, you know."

"So, what I'm hearing is- you can bring one of us into the afterlife with you- forever?"

"Well, I wouldn't say forever! Of course you can exit the pocket whenever. You can tour other planets- go back on Earth-"

"Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ? Rᴇᴛɪʀᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ?"

"I mean- yeah! This is a tireing job! I've been at it for years!"

"𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒?"

"Don't need to! You'll already know!"

*collective silence*

"Sorry- I don't quite understand-"

"I've already decided that I'll have to chose one of you to marry!" The 'Creepypastas' sit in amazement as their friend continues to explain each and everyone of their dreams. Some want to live forever, and some- want to live forever with [Name].

"Understand?"

*More collective silence*

"Yup! Great meeting! Alright- everyone to their rooms. This was a buuuusy day! I'll be right behind ya'- I just need to have a talk with [Name]-" As though all of your pals couldn't of gotten even more pissed off at Tim- they proceed to push that feeling even further. Jack and Brian where yelling- right in Tim's face. Toby, BEN, Jane, Helen, and Natalie were sat behind you in horror.

Punches, hair pulling, and a lot of screaming. That was the scene in front of you currently. You only snapped out of your trance- once you realized that you instinctively raised your hand into the air- and used a little bit of power to wrap together the pissy fighters in a nice vine rope.

"Alright- alright. What's the problem? Why are you all acting-"

"TIM'S BEING A CUNT. That's why we're pissed! He's always busy micromanaging everyone else- that he doesn't even bother doing his own fair share!"

"Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇʜᴀɴᴅ- ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀɴᴅ."

I look a Toby. He looks- fearful. Is this my doing? Again? ....

I decide to let go of the constricting vine-wraps. "That's it. Why are you all acting like I'm some monk? You don't need to speak up for me, you don't need to be nice with me to 'get on my goodside'. All I ask from you all is... just- please be my friends. I know some of you see me less of a friend. I'm also aware of all the people who see me more than a friend. But, that doesn't- and won't- change my opinion on you all."

(After a few minutes of some more questions- you sent your pals to bed. Jack stayed behind- and is waiting for you to collect your thoughts before heading up stairs)

Ouch. Telling them all off like that hurts. But, it needed to be said. I don't want them to treat me like this. I want them to treat me like-... how I used to be. I missed mynold friendships so much that I was blinded by the ruthlessness right in my face.

It's not selfish to want company. Exept- for when you try to force it. I don't really know who was forcing who- but I don't care.

"I'm ready. You know- you could of just left."

"Yeah. But, at the same time- I can't. It's hard enough to see you leave the room without me."

"Haha! I think we're in the same boat. Leaving you guys behind one day- worries me. I know I could always ask for you guys to be reincarnated- and of course one of you will be my partner through the universe- but... your guys friendship means a lot to me."

"You know- Your friendship means a lot to us aswell- well, atleast to me it does."

I give Jack a soft glance before I ruffle his hair and pick him up bridal style- "MMMMM! You're so good to me!"

...

After successfully dropping off Jack in his bed, you start to head to your own little glass domain.

You're stopped in your tracks however, by an over sized dark grey hand. It's Jack's! Weird. Didn't he already fall asleep? I swear I felt his breath slow down-

You're suddenlyill gulfed by an immense heat. Jack has succeeded in getting you to 'sleep' in his bed! You spend the whole night- pondering about what you we're feeling.

It felt light, playful, yet- chest tighting. It felt good- whatever it was. So good, you wondered if anyone else felt this way.

Little did you know, that someone DID feel this way. But, not just one person- but 4 people did.

Those 4 people have been yearning for you. Those 4 people are just waiting for the moment you accept their feelings. Some- might say that 1 of them is tired of waiting. And will stop at nothing- until their goal is reached. They will never stop scouting for your love, admiration, praise, respect, and attention.

And wouldn't you know- their currently right outside your door- listening- hoping to just get a sliver of a sound to you heart beat.

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Word count: 1,149
Author note: Who knew mentally ill people could act so mentally ill! What a surprise!