|𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐| A creepypasta story/Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Another day another drug abuser out of the forest!

That's how I would usually start my days- however, today is different my mind critters!

Today, is 'break day'. I used to have a bunch back when I didn't know my friends. So, today is the perfect time to relax with my pals.

It's not like we don't have fun during or after the 'evening duties'. It's more about the bad schedule that fiend had put onto my friends. Day and night, fighting. Only for a restless night's sleep.

Now, that they're allowed to relax- they don't know what to do with themselves! A few days ago, Jack decided to come bird watch with me! This might come to a surprise to some but, I've never had someone offer to do one of my hobbies with me before.

I feel pampered here!

Not only are my friends opening up to me more, I haven't been afraid to go outside since last week!

That's right! No more putting on my mask to go grocery shopping in 'pajamas'. I feel.... like myself again.

I had forgotten for so long why I desired to be living again. Now, I do. Friends. Family. Good feelings. I missed those times. I'm glad to finally get them back-

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Who is it?"

"Tim."

"OuOouh~! Come on in!"

Please say we're going on a drive, please say we're going on a drive,
Please say we're going on a drive,
Please say we're going on a drive-

"Me and you are going on a drive. I need some dip. It'll be short- just to the gas station. If you come, I'll get you a 'Bug juice'. "

"Okay! Let me put on my shoes!"

. . .

Sitting in Tim's truck is nice. Some might say the smell of cigarettes irks them. But, to me it's nostalgic? I know for a fact I've never touched a toxin in my life (unless you count eating uranium glass), yet the smell still reminds me of my former life. In which way? I may have forgotten.

"How do you feel about The Operator?" Oh dear. This wasn't just a 'small trip'.

"He's a bum. And not just to me! Other spirits have deep haterd towards them. An overgrown weed if you asked me."

"What happened? That day I mean. Nobody could fine you, and-... it's just hard to understand."

*Tim turns on the radio. 'You Got It', by Roy Orbison plays softly*

"Well. We had an argument."

"About 'his treatment towards us', right?"

"Right. It got heated. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him all the way to my bunker. I got him there and he wanted to make a deal with me. I refused. I got fed up with them, so I tore at him. I cleaned up the mess."

"Then you just declared leadership? Just like that?" Tim gives me a look of sorrow.

"No, I had already decided that it would have to be me. A long time ago."

"So, it wasn't some manic thing?"

"Everything I do is 'manic'. Haha! Anyways, no. It was something I made my mind up about a long time ago."