|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

📠Entertaining📠

Damn, they've only been here a day, and this is the impression they get from us? This isn't good. They shouldn't sleep here, they might catch a cold. I know E.J is a doctor and all but, will they want to be treated by some freak?

Wait one second, why aren't they talking? You can't hear beyond the door to E.Js room, for 'reasons'. So I have no idea if they've lost their voice or something.

"This may seem strange but, I need you to confirm who you are to me". I know who they are. Their [Name], a dark web streamer. They hide their identity to the world. I don't blame them for killing those monsters, I honestly have donated to them before, and have been active in their chat multiple times. Heck, everyone in this house has at least seen one of their streams.

We found out about them because BEN showed us their live stream one time, and how to get to it. I have to say their work is kinda sloppy, yet fun to watch.

When the house heard that E.J had brought them here, they all seemed excited. I can't blame them, I was exited to. Still am, it's amazing to be near such a legend.

"I'm [Name]! Annnnnnd, 'E.Js new roommate'! Haha".

Hearing their voice up close is pleasing. Sure, hearing their soothing voice on the live stream is nice. But, up close is just so much better! Not only is their voice pleasing, but so is their overall self. Their body and personality is a huge t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶ .... nice experience.

God can I not be horny just for one second please?

It's not fair! Why does E.J get to have them? All because he's 'lonely'? What a fucking joke. I can't believe this bullshit! So what if he's 'lOnElY', FUCKER SO AM I! S̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶j̶e̶r̶k̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶e̶r̶t̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶u̶r̶d̶e̶r̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶r̶e̶a̶m̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶

The operator is making a mistake. Sure, it's nice to finally meet [Name] but them being so close to E.J creeps me the fuck out.

Oh, and if he even thinks of pulling off that shit again- holding [Name] like that- I'll beat the shit out of him in his sleep. I know it's a pussy move, but people will understand. E.Js a fucking mountain, and everyone is a pebble compared to him. Except the operator.

Hell, I'm 6'3, and this fucker still towers over me completely. Not only is he tall though, he's freakishly strong.

Kinda like [Name] in a sense. [Name] is pretty strong, in fact maybe more than E.J. But the thing they have in common is that you wouldn't expect either of them to be strong.

Yeah, E.Js tall, but looks super lean, he doesn't have much muscle mass. And [Name] gives off an aura that is calming, yet still they can kill everyone in this house. I'm just glad they're on our side. Maybe.

I know [Name] doesn't like pedophiles, who does? But what about other murders? On a recent stream, they said they had no friends what-so-ever. So that includes one's that murder others. Like.... everyone in this goddamned house.

That'll crush a lot of people's feelings if [Name] denies them friendship. Hell, me too. If [Name] said they didn't want to be my friend, I would start to cry.

I reach for my walky-talky, but only after realizing that I've been just starring at [Name] for a total of 10 minutes. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID.

"Hey, dude. Yup, this place does need some 'changes'. It's filthy."

"Copy that, I'll tell the operator."

I turn my head in [Name]'s direction again and signal for them to follow. I almost about jump 5 feet in the air when [Name] suddenly spoke. "So, what's your name dandelion?" Dandelion? Do they mean me? G̶o̶d̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶k̶n̶a̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶

I stammer a bit before I can answer. "Uh, I'm Brian... but dandelion is fine." I give them a quick smile, even though they can't see it. They somehow picked up on the fact I was nervously smiling and elbow me slightly. "Hahaha! Sichere Sache!"

I didn't know what they said, but I think it's something nice because they winked at me. Wait.... THEY WINKED AT ME! WHAT DOES THAT MEA- "K, come on Brian, we have work to do." Oh right. Tim is here.

I'm not worried about him hurting [Name], because he also watches them. I'm worried that he likes [Name] too much (like everyone else in this house.) Like me, everyone here kinda sees [Name] as some hot, relatable, and funny person. That's no good, mainly because mental ill people tend to get too attached. Like, once again, me.

I will admit to being obsessive of [Name] and their work. But, who wouldn't. I need to stop randomly monologuing to myself. Seeing as Tim has already left without me.

I wave goodbye to [Name] and they wave back. Eeeeehehehe! Take control of yourself Brian! You have a job to do.

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Translation: Sichere Sache!.... Sure thing!
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