|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

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"Okay, okay! I'm going- Jesus!"

"Move faster! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 coming over any second now!"

"𝐎𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡- [𝐍𝐚𝗺𝐞] 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝗺𝐞?!"

"It's not a date! The local parks river spirit is coming over and I don't want them to see you guys!"

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚝?! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑-"

"If you don't move- you'll be playing it in the bottom of their stomach! They have a record for eating mortals that get too close- and I'm not taking chances- SHOO!"

And with that- everyone has officially left the room.

Now- to prepare for the meeting!

A simple drapped cloth over the dining table, two plates, two meals, two glasses, and two sets of silverware. Unlike me- the 'Jada Park' (Jada for short) river spirit decided to keep their digestive organs. They've been a spirit for a shorter time than me, but has also been the spirit who's shown me the most kindness.

Though- that kindness doesn't outstretch to mortals. In fact, Jada has many kills to their 'name'. I say 'name' with a gain of salt because, almost all of the spirits that I know have completely forgotten their true  names. Including- myself.

I don't rember my human name anymore. I don't rember my family's name either. Every few years I have to take on a new identity. It gets confusing- which also makes me feel like a bad friend. A good friend doesn't get jealous that after all of these years- their friends get to rember (even if only a little) about their old life's. I know that it's wrong but- *ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ*

OH! Ok- [Name] stop being a sad sack and greet your guest! Of course, I put my 'human disguise' away- and reveal my 'final self of being' (as Jada calls it.) It can only be described as 'A large Roly Poly mixed with a moth'.

I open the front door with a hefty swing, and quickly move out of the for the overly sized 'ʲᵃᵈᵃ' to come in. Jada looks like a large walking fountain- without anything to keep the water from spilling out. Good thing Jada is a good house guest, and uses their magic to keep it all contained.

"ʰᵉˡˡᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ, [ⁿᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵉᵉ]."

"Hey Jada. Why don't you sit down? I've prepared your favorite meal! Raw cow!"

"ᵒᵘᵘᵘᵒᵘᵒᵒᵘʰ~ ˢᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ˡᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵛᵉˡˡˡˡˡʸʸʸʸ."

"Mhm. Why don't you have a seat, and I'll pour you a drink. What would you like?"

"ʷᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢˢˢˢˢˢˢˢˢ."

"Sure. Right away."

. . .

After cleaning up the little puddles of water Jada's feet left behind- I stop to think about what we talked about.

The weather, people, food, catfish mating seasons, and 'The human stench' as Jada describes the smell of the house. It's true. The house does smell like humans. I don't mind it though- I like the smell of humans. It reminds me of buttermilk frosting!

I begrudgingly clean all mess in the kitchen, before heading upstairs to Toby's room. We're ment to have a sleepover today! I don't need to bring any of my clothes to his room- I've already got a bag in there with half of a whole wardrobe. We have a lot of sleepovers so it's mandatory.

*Knock knock knock*

"Wʜᴏ ɪs ɪᴛ?"

"The one and only-"

"Eʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇ! Oᴋᴀʏ! Cᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ!"

"No waaaay! You cleaned your room!"

"I ᴋɴᴏᴡ! Wᴇʟʟ, Nᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ- ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛ's ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴏᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ."

"Dude. I'm proud of you."

"Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ- sᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴀsᴛs. Rᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇᴅ?"

"You know it- I just have to get PJs on then we're solid."

"Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ E.Js ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ."

"Haha! Really? Cause I think I hang out with you more-"

"I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. Wᴇ ᴅᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴜʜ?"

"Alright- I'm done." As if something in Toby's mind took over- he instinctively turns off the light, pulls me into bed and wraps his arms around me while I lay on my back. It's a routine.

Some might say- that this counts as flirting. Maybe it does for Toby but, for me it feels more like getting a free weighted blanket with a nice personality slapped on it.

They should sell something like this. Not the real Toby though- I would miss him too much.

He's too special to give away anyhow.

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