Unchained (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

Waffles and Weirdness

{~Hello, dear readers! I am a new coauthor for this beautiful and beloved story! My name is Emma, but you may call me whatever you please. I would most prefer to be called 'Eternal' or 'Emma', but whatever suits you is perfectly fine with me! All credit to the creation of the story goes to darkDoll, however some chapters from here on will be written by either both of us, or just me. I will always make sure to get darkDoll's permission or opinion of a chapter before it is posted! It is an absolute pleasure to make all of your acquaintances! Yours truly, EternalAuthor~}

I woke up the following morning, and the sun was still down. I looked at Jack's alarm clock-5:30 in the morning. 'Ugh, it's too early to be awake. I wonder if Jack is awake.' I turned over in the bed and found that Jack wasn't there. 'Well... I guess that means he's awake then.'

I went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. 'eggs, milk, pancake mix, sugar, syrup... do we have a waffle iron?’

I rummaged through the cabinets, hunting for a waffle iron. 'Stupid pregnancy cravings.' I thought, annoyed. I'd been craving the most random things. Like pickles. I've never liked pickles!

"Aha! I found you!" I said with a triumphant smile forming on my lips. The waffle iron was ironically stacked in beside large mixing bowl. I pulled it out with the waffle iron, and got every ingredient I needed for waffles.

'I wonder if I could invite Toby?' I thought, plugging in the waffle iron. I measured out the ingredients and put them in the mixing bowl.

Just as I was putting in the last egg, Jack burst in through the side door, looking very excited.

"Jack! Are you okay? Where have you been?" I said, walking over to him. I tossed the egg shells in the trash bin as I did so.

"I was hunting! (Y/n)! You'll never guess what just followed me home!" He said, smiling like never before.

Something small came running into the kitchen.

It had floppy black ears, big sweet eyes-one blue and the other brown-, a long tail, medium-length and muscular limbs, a white body, many small black spots-ranging from the size of a dime to a half dollar-, and a muscular body structure. A Dalmatian.

“Jack! She’s so cute! Do you think we can keep her?” I said, giving puppy-dog eyes. Ironic, right?

“We’d probably have to, anyway. I don’t think Slender would approve of putting up signs with our address in big letters that say ‘Hey! Come and visit one of Slenderman’s custom-made homes! You’ll expose the realm of Creepypastas, but oh well!’” This made my eyes light up. This was Jack’s way of saying ‘We’ll keep her’.

“Yeah, you’re right. But what’ll we name her?” I looked at the little puppy warmly, in hopes of thinking of a name suitable for her.

“My name is Pixel.” I looked around the room confusedly.

“Jack, did you hear that?” I said, looking at Jack. He was looking towards me with a funny look on his face, like an 'Are you going insane? What are you talking about?' look. I looked at the dog. “Did you just talk?”

“Did you just understand me?”