Forget Something? (eyeless jack x reader)

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I took my time getting off the back seat of the quad. My legs are a little less shaky when they hit the ground. I look to Tyler. His hands still tightly gripping the handlebars.
"I-", I really don't know what to say. I'm scared, I'm confused, I'm lost. What do we do now? "I'll text you later. Tell me when you get home." I finally say. He looks to me, keeping his head down, not making eye contact. I can't help but feel a little pity for him.
"Well, I'm gonna...head in. And uh..change my diaper." I can't help but try to make light of the situation. It's just how I cope. He does a lighthearted scoff and puts the quad in reverse, driving off. I think I need to lay down. Scratch that, I definitely need to lay down. I look to the slight dust trail he left behind and sigh. Dad's car isn't here yet, so Abel is due for a poo. Then again, dad probably wouldn't have let Abel out even if he was here. Walking onto the porch, I wonder more about where we go from here. I mean, nothing really "happened". We just saw somebody else in the hospital, big whoop. I open the screen door push in the main one.

I take a second to let the realization come to me. I don't have keys. I'm the biggest dumbass I've ever met. How could I forget to ask for a key? Choosing to not complain, I start walking to the side of the house where my turret is. The only option I'm left with to get into the house quickly is to climb on top of the back porch's roof and then into my window. Totally awesome. All of this stress is going to make me age faster. I arrive at the side of the house, where the back porch is beginning and the front is ending. I take a second to decide how I'm going to do this, estimating my ascent. Letting out a long, exhausted sigh, I prop one food on the bottom part of the wooden wall where the mesh begins. I jump up and stand. The top of the roof isn't that high, so I won't have to jump to grab ahold. Grabbing the porch's roof, I place my right foot on the houses wall to give myself some stability. Ungracefully, I pull my body up, and attempt to roll my body onto the roof. I struggle and only manage to get my upper torso onto the roof. I take a long pause to gauge my progress. My foot still on the side of the house, I decide I need to use that to kick myself further up. I do a few test runs first, then go for the full action. I do a much larger roll onto the roof to make sure I don't fall off as soon as I get on.

"Huuuuuuuu....fuggghhhkkk.." A full minute passes before I decide to continue onto phase two. The window on the turret is very long, so as long as I can grab on to the windows ledge, I'll be able to open it and slide in. Doing a few preliminary stretches helps to hype myself up for this daunting task. "Who's the man? Yeah, you're the man... I'm the man, I'm the man." I walk up to the bottom of the window. Looking down I reposition my footing. I peek back up and bend my knees, and hop up as high as I can. My fingertips grab onto the ledge, and I quickly throw my right foot up there with them.
"HAAAAGHHHHH FUCKK! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" I overestimated just how much upper body strength I have. I pull my right forearm more onto the ledge, and do the same with my right leg. I push the entire bottom half of my leg onto the ledge. I know my thick ass legs are much stronger, so I release my left hand. Now only having my right hand and leg on the window ledge, I do my best to open the window with my left. I succeed and push myself into my room falling onto my book ledge, and then onto the floor. I immediately shoot up and sniff the air. Searching for any sign that I might have to clean up dog feces. I don't smell anything, but I'm still suspicious nonetheless.

"Abel!" I yell. I can hear his nails on the hard wood coming up the stairs. I take my jeans off and put my jacket back on the hook on the door. Throwing my pants into my dirty hamper, Abel comes into my room and excitedly wags his tail waiting for his much deserved affection.
"Did you miss mama? Awww mama missed you too mwa mwa mwa.." I kneel on the floor to better reach him, petting him on the way down. A minute or two of fawning and cooing over my oversized teddy bear, I put on pajama pants so I can let him out.
Making our way downstairs I look around for any accidents he might've had, but I only see normalcy. I let out a thankful sigh and go for his chain hanging up on the rack inside the back porch. It's gotten much darker, the outside being taken over by a blue hue. Putting the leash on Abel gets him all excited, so his has a fit of wiggles. He shakes his rear and stamps his paws on the ground with excitement. He really is a big baby. Once he gets used to the backyard and coming back inside when we tell him to, we'll let him out without a chain. But for now I don't want him running off and getting lost chasing a squirrel or something.