|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

☄️What's This?☄️

Brian's POV

[Name] called us all down stairs. It's probably to announce that they want us to start working again.

I didn't see it as that important to I slowly got dressed in sweats and combed through my dirty blonde hair. It was extra fluffy and strawberry sented. Probably because of my previous shower yesterday.

While making my way down the stairs, I bumped into Tim. Tim had his mask off, and was still wearing those ugly PJs all the way back from college. Only this time, they we're smeared with frosting, and whisps of- dog hair?

"What's with the dog hair? That idiot show his face around here again?"

"Huh? Oh. Guess you don't know then."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You'll see. Just don't have a heart attack when ya go down stairs."

"Whatever."

Obviously, it's some stupid prank BEN pulled. If it was able to catch Tim off guard then Natalie probably helped too.

Well, I'm hungry. And certainty don't give a shit whether I get these clothes dirty or not. The only thing I wear them for, is to paint or plaster any noticeable blemishes in the walls and ceilings.

Though- that prank never happened. Instead I was given a nice full plate of cupcakes. Toby didn't say anything after that. He only smiled and left. Some where decorated to look like dressed up snowmen. Others had brown frosting and, had dark brown hard cadies for antlers.

I took a bite of one of the 'reindeer', and immediately saw a large and bright flash in my face. I didn't care about that though, or even the small gigles that entered after it. The frosting was sweet, yet thick. The hard candies for antlers filled my mouth with an over whelming sense of peppermint. The frosting however, lowered down the taste- making it very enjoyable.

"Well? Are they good?" *collective giggling*

I wasn't able to reciprocate what I felt about these cupcakes- so, I shoved the whole thing in my mouth. Including the wrapper.

"Dude! That cannot be good for you!"

Ej is here too? I look up to see [Name], BEN, and Toby hovering over a camera.

Before I could say anything else- Ej lead me to the living room area. It was packed full of people! Some of which, I recognized as my roommates and colleges. Others, where to what I assumed where spirits- come to enjoy the delightful mood of the morning.

Though what drew my attention the most was the decor. The living area hasn't looked this nice since- well, since I arrived here!

White lights along with wreaths, soft get festive songs stringing out from every corner, cut out snowflakes, and food on the table- still smoking hot from the looks of it.

I took one step forward, and that was enough for a large dog to come charging at me. I was licked. Up, down, sideways, and even in my nostrils a few times. Somehow this absolute unit of a dog, caught me off guard, and lowered my gaurd in an instant.

"Weeeeellll! Look at you! Look how big you are!" I give the dog a good pat down before making my way up to it's collar.

Such a lovely dog, must have a lovely name- with lovely owners.

"Winston?"   'Winston' barks at me and sits down.

"Now, who in the world brought a dog?"

"𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜."

"Like, ours, ours?"

"Yᴜᴘ! Cᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ- ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀsᴄᴏᴛ!"

"Nooo. Did we really kidnap a dog?"

"Technically, [Name] kidnapped him."

Kidnapped, or not kidnapped- he sure was adorable. Winston dawned a short coat with brown and black colorings, and a nice green color.

. . .

The rest of the night was spent getting to know Winston, eat the large meal prepared for us, coaxing Tim to join us, and having a great time.

"I was nervous that you wouldn't like this sorta thing."

"You kiddin'? This is great! Listen, [Name]. I know I'm just one person- but, you gotta do this again."

I so special right now. I'm hanging out with my friends, new pals, and the most energetic ball of fur ever.

And- [Name]. I can't help but think that, this is all of their doing. This happiness, is because of them. It's selfish for me to think about them choosing me for their 'husband'. But, who wouldn't?

I grabbed [Name]s hand from under the table, and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Thank you. I don't know what to say- other than, thank you."

END
Word count: 772
Authors Note:
Welcome home, Winston! Lol.