|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

🔦On another note🔦

"O̳k̳a̳y̳. S̳o̳, w̳h̳a̳t̳'s̳ g̳o̳i̳n̳g̳ o̳n̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ y̳o̳u̳ a̳n̳d̳ [N̳a̳m̳e̳]?"

"I've never felt this way about someone before, I think? I wanted you to tell me if it's love that I'm feeling."

"A̳n̳d̳, w̳h̳y̳ w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ I̳ k̳n̳o̳w̳ a̳n̳y̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ a̳b̳o̳u̳t̳ l̳o̳v̳e̳?" I motion my hands to the his room. It's decked out with art supplies, and canvases. Lot of the canvases withheld multiple depictions of love. Kissing, holding hands, and... other things.

"F̳a̳i̳r̳. *s̳i̳g̳h̳* O̳k̳a̳y̳, I̳ d̳i̳d̳n̳'t̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ t̳h̳a̳t̳ I̳ w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ b̳e̳ t̳h̳e̳ o̳n̳e̳ t̳o̳ t̳a̳l̳k̳ t̳o̳ y̳o̳u̳ a̳b̳o̳u̳t̳ t̳h̳i̳s̳ s̳t̳u̳f̳f̳. B̳u̳t̳, y̳o̳u̳ c̳a̳m̳e̳ t̳o̳ t̳h̳e̳ r̳i̳g̳h̳t̳ p̳l̳a̳c̳e̳. J̳u̳s̳t̳ s̳i̳t̳ o̳n̳ t̳h̳e̳ f̳l̳o̳o̳r̳ a̳n̳d̳ w̳e̳'l̳l̳ h̳a̳v̳e̳ a̳ c̳h̳a̳t̳." I excitedly land on the floor and cross my legs. I can't wait! Hopefully this was a good choice.

Your POV

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

I take a big step towards the overwhelming force that is known as "The Boss".

" 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪? "

"I'm good. I don't have life dilemmas. Unlike my good friends."

" 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤? 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣! 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖. 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗-"

"You talk too much. Plus, I already have all of that stuff."

" 𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟? "

"I can already provide, AND care for them. They're fine."

" ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣, 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥? "

" Don't worry. You won't be able to. Also, how dare you try and threaten my family!"

" '𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠'? ℙ𝕗𝕗𝕥- 𝔻𝕆 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕀 𝔸𝕄-"

" I didn't say you couldn't. I said you won't be able to. You're not leaving this bunker. This is where you die."

" Y𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙- 𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸!!!!" What? He was talking to much. Even for a guy with no face. So what?

I proceed to stick my fingers deeper into where his 'mouth' should be. I peel back the wax like substance to open up my own 'diy mouth'.

The demon in front of me stops moving. Unsatisfactory. I want him to be dammed forever. Where's my lucky pillow? I need those teeth.

. . .

NOW: Returning back to the more 'wholesome' content of this chapter!

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Jack's POV

Woah. Helen- knows a lot about.... 'relationship problems'.

Turns out I was right! As always.

I do love [Name]! Too much. Helen said that I should show them I care, but, not show it excessively? Whatever that means, I'll try to live by it. I don't know why but- part of me needs to have [Name] love me.

Who else would they love? Other than me? The obvious perfect choice!

I'll try to talk to them once it's time for bed! That way I can show them just how much they mean to me!

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Word count: 874

Author note: Is the operator dead? Yup. Who'll take his place? Uhh, I'm still thinking about that. Do I let someone just take over or, do I just, let them live in peace?