|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

📟Heading Out📟

Your POV

I clasp my hands on my face, trying to go back to my beautiful dream. It was about my lovely stray cat friends! Hehehe, that's a lie. I don't really dream, nor sleep, anymore.

Deciding to not waste time I open my eyes mentally preparing to get rea-

...

There's a man in my room.

...

THERE'S A MAN IN MY ROOM!

I reach for my- wait... I'm not home! I look back to see the man now inches away from my face. "What?"

"Are you awake?"

"....yes...."

"Good. We're going to go get breakfast now. Up." The tan jacketed man lifts me up onto my feet. The cold floor stinging daggers into the soles of my feet.

He grabs hold of my arm and walks briskly into the gross hallway. I blink a few times, only now realising the situation I'm truly in. Masky, the addict, was now taking me away from Jack, my roommate, to take me to go get 'breakfast'. Wonderful. So, is this the part were they saw me up and put my corpse in a bathtub and sell every part of my being on the internet.

Oh well. Goodbye cruel world- "[Nᴀᴍᴇ]! Yᴏᴜʀ ᴜᴘ! Gʀᴇᴀᴛ, I'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ." -how many more times will my internal dialogue get disturbed?

"Yeah, what's happening? Am I getting old yeller'd??"

"Pғғғᴛ! Nᴀʜ. Mᴇ, Hᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ Mᴀsᴋʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ Hᴀʀᴅee's ғᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋғᴀsᴛ."

"Oh. .... So, why am I here then?"

"You're coming with us."

"Cool. I'll pay then, since your taking me out."

"You- have money?"

"Yup, always."

I give them a slight nod. My body seems to fully be awake now. Not that it falls asleep anyway.

Looking at the group in front of me, I notice a huge detail I had missed during my high adrenaline self. They looked- normal? Masky, had discarded his mask, along with Dandelion. And Toby, looks the same- however he has a big patch band aid on his scar that usually spreads across his cheek.

Why not? There's a 50/50 chance they just want to kill me. They won't be able to, but I'll let them try- das wird lustig.

...

I slide into the back of what I assume is either Masky's or Brian's because it smells like smoke and beer. Toby doesn't seem like the type to drive, nor smoke. I can only assume the latter because he doesn't smell like cigarettes. He smells like rain, old spice deodorant, and copper.

Toby slides into the back along with me. Leaving Masky and dandelion to go up front. Brian was in the passenger, and Masky was driving.

I sit behind Brian, and Toby sits in the middle right beside me.

"Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ Hᴀʀᴅees?"

"Once! I busted a predator there and got her arrested. I didn't have time to actual eat there though."

"Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs GOT ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ! I ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴠʏ."