⚠️ This story contains self harm. I do not pro it. If you or someone you know is harming themselves, please, get help. There will be a note at the end of this chapter about it if I can remember. ⚠️
Eyeless Jack nibbled on an old kidney, savoring the taste. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be; a bit stiff and odd tasting, but still kidney.
His friend, and crush, Ticci Toby stumbled down the stairs, blinking sleepily. He flopped onto the couch, processing what had happened earlier. Sally had gotten hurt, and Jack had gotten thrown into a tree by Nina, the Jeff wannabe, and suffered a bad concussion. Hoodie had gotten savaged by the Rake after shooting to get them away. Sally had then been stolen by Jane and beaten roughly, Jeff saving her.
They still didn't know why... but they thought it was connected to Jeff. Sally was like a little sister to him.
Jack stared at Toby, indifferent. His mask is lifted up just enough to reveal his sharp toothed mouth, which was currently splattered with blood. He wasn't going to take his mask off; no one had ever seen his ugly face in a while, and he planned to keep it that way.
"You alright?" He asked, head tilting. Toby didn't answer at first; he's too lost in his void of thoughts. Eyeless just sighed and went back to eating, not making another attempt at conversation.
Toby stood up and noticed the masked man, smiling like a boyish teen. "Oh, heeey, J-Jack!" He walked over and sat beside Jack, who's heart sped up considerably. He'd liked Toby for a while now, but Toby had always been close to Clockwork, so there was no way he felt the same.
"Yo," Jack responds, attempting to wipe his mouth. He ended up smudging it father under the mask and sighed, groaning softly as he realized to get it all, he'd have to take his mask off, and he'd really prefer not to.
"Today has been... w-weird..." Toby said with a heavy sigh, clearly lacking better words to describe it.
"That's... and understatement," Jack responded. "But yeah, definitely. Pretty damn brutal.. I still feel like I'm gonna pass out, though." He chuckles softly. "I just wonder why Jane has to hold the grudge. Like, yeah, Jeff killed her parents— but I killed my mother, and I don't feel much remorse..." The killer shrugged.
"Yeah..." Toby was studying EJ's mask silently.
Jack fiddled with his bloodstained claws, tilting his head to the side and popping his neck gently, showing his grey skin on his neck. "Mm, another confusing day... as usual, I guess..." Eyeless yawns a bit and groans. "Ugh. I'm so damn tired, but I can't fucking sleep." He stretched slightly.
"Yeah, m-me too," Toby responded. His face was looking a bit pink, but perhaps that was just his 'tired' look. Jack looked a bit pissed when he was tired, then there was Jeff... he looked like someone who's never had a snickers, if you know what I mean.
"What's the reason you're awake?" Jack questioned, head tilting.
"S-Sally," He responded simply.
"Ah. I see. If it makes you feel better, she's perfectly fine. I moved her to her room, figuring she'd be more comfortable. She's sleeping, healing quick, she is," Jack smiled softly at Toby, the young male twitching nervously. His eyes were a bit wide; this was the most Jack had shown anyone his face. Toby's face few darker and he quickly pulled up his mouthguard.
The masked man slowly turned his head toward the adorable guy and gently tugged at his mask, pulling it all the way off. It revealed his ash grey skin, sharp teeth, and deep, eye sockets, a seemingly endless void. If Toby was honest, he was pretty smokin' hot. The black good dripped from his empty eyes, and he watched Toby, waiting for a reaction. He could still see somehow, without having eyes.
