Forget Something? (eyeless jack x reader)

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He thought for a second before putting his words together. "Hm.. well, to be honest, I have heard of a few." He took a long drag from the joint. A coughing fit erupting, and as soon as it started, subsided.
He handed it to me, then picked up a small bag of fruit snacks. "I wouldn't want to scare you into never leaving your house though.." he giggled to himself like there was an inside joke I wasn't a part of. "Ugh don't be like that. Tell me the scariest one you know or I'll smear shit in you gas tank.", I was partially serious. I soon after also started coughing after my first inhale.
He did a little schoolgirl giggle again and continued. "My old plug Rodney-" I interrupt him with a quick stifled cough. "He told me this story about these freaks he used to hang out with." His choice of words interested me- "Freaks", he picked up, "He said they did shit for the deep web.. like that really shady stuff no one even thinks about unless you're also fucked in the head."
I hand the blunt back to him and grab my Girl Scout cookies. "Well one of his buddies, he'd tell Rod about what kinda stuff is in these woods. Like these woods, that we're in right now." He emphasizes his words by pointing down where we are sitting.
I gave him a puzzled expression, obviously waiting for whatever "things" he was talking about..
Like..a real Bigfoot? I'd shit myself if I saw a real Bigfoot. "So like Bigfoot?" I asked. Ok maybe I won't leave my house after this.

"No no, like- even worse than Bigfoot." ...
What could be worse than Bigfoot.
I try to take a second to tell myself that the stuff he's talking about isn't even real, calming my reeling head is no easy task.
Especially when Bigfoot is in the picture
"So did Rods friend get like...molested by Bigfoot..?" Part of me asked that out of genuine curiosity, the other, fear. I feel sweat form on my brow.
"Wh- no! There's no gay Bigfoot! Oh my god.." He lets out a higher pitched laugh. I nervously bit down on my samoas, wondering what kinda of end this sick story has.
I try to shake Bigfoot out of my thoughts.
"Rods' friend apparently has a cabin in the woods too, and he like.. makes his own fent ," he snickered. I slap his arm "ok ok, unrelated, sorry. No anyway." He puts himself back on track. "His buddy said that for like weeks, he thought he was being stalked. Seeing someone outside his house, someone following him, the whole shebang. But this one particular time, driving back to his cabin at night, he thought he saw someone watching him. Like from the trees on the side of the road. But he like, figured it was all the drugs in his system talking. Since like, how would someone be able to catch up to a car? But uh, he got back home, went to bed, blah blah. He woke up in the middle of the night though. He woke up and he felt cold, like, like someone was with him- watching him. But dude was a functioning druggie, so he knows to ignore that kinda stuff." He said, matter of factly.

The song changed to Savory by Deftones. I guess it was just a Deftones playlist.
"A few hours later he wakes up again. But this time he can't move. All he can do is blink. And breathe. And obviously he's confused, who wouldn't be? He's never had um.. ah fuck what's it called.. uh, oh! Sleep paralysis, yeah he'd never had..that.. before. But he swears on everything it wasn't that. He said it felt like he was drugged with like tranq or something- he's done ketamine before. And I guess being a junkie, he'd know, you know? And, ah, okay you're gonna have to stay with me on this next part. And like, don't get too freaked out."
As long as Bigfoot doesn't come out of the closet I'm all good. I nod my head taking another drag from the now smaller joint.
"Ha...fuck, I hate rethinking about this." He looks off ahead of him as I hand him the joint back.
"He um.. he said he watched someone crawl out from under his bed." Shit. This is kinda worse than Bigfoot.
"According to him: it was a 6- almost 7 foot thing. Wearing dark clothes. And it's face, ah what was it again..He said he didn't have a face except for like 2 big black eyes.
Oh my god I think I'm going to piss everywhere. He just described the one thing worse than Bigfoot.

Aliens.
I cannot believe what my ears are hearing.
"Thats the worst part, in my opinion. The next part is uh, over the next like 30-ish? minutes he watches him uh, cut him open and take out one of his organs. He wasn't sure which one. Probably because he was too busy pissing on himself. Seriously, when he woke up he pissed the bed, haha!"
Ok that is kinda funny. I allow myself to let out a little chuckle to lighten up my mood.
"Nah but. He thinks it was one of the ones you can live without with. Live with without? I don't fucking know. It was something like an appendix? Like uhhh kidney..or spleen. Something in that ballpark." He takes another rip.
"Aw well.." i look around, trying not to sound startled. "It wasn't that bad. If that was your worst I'm sure I won't have to never leave my house." He whips his head to me. As if I just said the magic words that unlocked the gate of Eden.
"Oh yeah?" He says. Almost a little too fast.
I deadpan. "Yeahhhhhh...?" I say, partially regretting what I just let pass my lips.
"Well if you're up for it... I know a place we can drive to that might actually be haunted."
I would rather do a split on a blender than agree to that.

"Yeah that sounds awesome, actually?" I let out a laugh before saying my next sentence. "You wanna be like Ghost Adventures and record on an old timey camera? I'm sure this town has its fair share of those.."
My crappy attempt at a joke is the only thing distracting my mind from my impending doom of getting probed by a gray alien.
"Okay well, hear me out." He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly looking the other way
"I kinda already carry one around. It's kinda like..uh.. scrap booking? To keep the memories forever. Ugh, actually that sounds corny. It's to like.." he articulated his next words in his head, "It's like, something to look back on?"
"Hey man, whatever floats your weird little boat.. Wait so is it old timey?" I inquired, looking at his face. The former whites of his eyes were now a glossy pink. I imagine mine are the same.
"Kiiinnda? It has one of those screens that flip out to the side- and you gotta like, I'll just show you." He slowly got back up and walked to the quad, tripping slightly over a wood plank on his way back over.
He had grabbed the camcorder from a bag hanging from the base of the handle bars. It wasn't too old looking. It looks like the first thing you'd imagine when someone says "camcorder".
"Oh, not bad, not bad." I admitted. He handed it to me and pointed out certain mechanics. I slid my hand through the fabric strap, and he flipped open the screen. Him saying something about inserting your hand makes us both erupt with laughter. But, it really wasn't that funny. He touched a bottom on the inside panel and it booted up the starting screen.

"Ok so obviously that's the "on" button," he then pointed his index at other metallic buttons above and to the side of his initial starting point.
"This is the pause, so like a cut, press it once then the pause symbol will pop up- press it again and when it disappears it's recording again" he explains.
Another minute or 2 of directions and I'm basically a camera expert. I pick up our trash as we get ready to leave. I try to push the thought of our destination out of my head. And fail. Why am I even doing this? I search for an answer while we're walking back to the quad. The only thing I can muster up as an answer is that I'm lonely. It's been 3 months since my last interaction with someone my age. Well until 2 days ago at the deli. I think I'm just happy to be doing activities with someone I know. Besides, this could be fun. Maybe we find a dead homeless person, or something? Feeling more chipper, we begin our ride to our next adventure.