|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

🪔Lovely🪔

Jack's POV

I'm not evil.

Well.. only a little bit evil.

But, the most evilest person I know is [Name]. They're also my best friend, and I think the world of them. Does that make me even more evil? I don't think so.

[Name], is a good type of evil. They do evil things, for others. They weren't even evil at first, but- reincarnation is a bitch. They were turned evil.

I fell bad for them, but if they'd never have died, we wouldn't have even met. Now that, is a true misfortune. I'm [Name]s only true friend! What would they do without me?

All of these other posers piss me off. Especially the one's who see me as nothing more than their kIdNaPpEr.

Toby, Masky, hell even Brian thinks he's better friend to [Name] than me! FUCKING B-R-I-A-N.

They only want to release their own pervations onto [Name] to make them feel better about themselves. The second they told me that they probably had to sleep in another persons bed, other than mine, when I accidentally broke theirs, all because they 'wouldn't fit', I popped a blood vessel.

I know I'm 'bigger than the average human', but couldn't we have come up with a plan? I don't think they wanted to leave me alone, like stupid Brian said! They only had to leave because we we're being reckless! Nothing else.

We hang out every.single.day. Usually by talking, playing around, or gossiping about people in our past lives. I didn't know we had SO MUCH IN COMMON! We both had contact with spiritual beings, we both kinda died, and we're the same age! Maybe? I know that shitass said that Im turning 23 a few weeks from now, but- can I trust him?

[Name] says that he's a simple contract demon, who's had too many slices of his own pride. Whatever that means.

I believe them. However, I'm too scared to talk to the others about it. Especially one of the proxies! They just looooove to dick ride that things 'power' they give them like the others in this house. One time, Masky made me get him 16 packs of cigarettes. Why? You may ask. Oh, it's because I accidentally got him the wrong brand last time he asked me to get him ciggs.

You fuck up one time in front of them and you're done for.

I can't believe [Name] doesn't realize how much they've been influenced. Or maybe they do, and just don't want to 'scare me'.

Sometimes I don't understand [Name].

That's okay though.

I still love them.

Love them? Did I say that? Oh? Oh.

That makes sense. I DO love them! Which way though?

A romantic way? A platonic way? Do they even feel love? I know other people in this house might feel this way. Should I ask them about it? Would they laugh in my face?

'You and them? No way! Not a chance!'

Maybe, I should start small. How about, a little research on the ole' puter?

There's a lot of information on there! A̶l̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶ q̶u̶e̶s̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ p̶i̶c̶t̶u̶r̶es̶.

Let's just get this over with. I don't want to get ahead of myself!

...

Holy shit.

I'm in love.

I want to romance them. Is that the word?

Who would know something about this? What it is to love? Who's someone who wouldn't laugh at me for even thinking about falling in love? Is there really such a person? Well, [Name]- no, no, I don't want them to know yet. Maybe someone they're close to? No- they might tell them!

How about someone outside their immediate circle? Who in this house doesn't know a lot about [Name], is calm, someone I don't want to kill, and wouldn't laugh at the idea of me loving? Helen.

I feel bad to resorting to talking to a French person. Uggggghhhh!

For Y/N! "FOR [NAME]!-"

"Jack? You okay in there?"

Shit. "Uh, yeah, hahaha. J-Just go back to sleep!" Do they even need to sleep?

I need to be a lot more careful around [Name] now. I could mess it up with them! I'd die if they didn't like me back.

I need to talk to Helen, first thing tomorrow! I need to get this lovey-dovey feelings out before even talking to [Name].

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