Eyeless Sockets [Creepypasta x Blind!Reader]

Chapter Two: Admiring Eyes~

Ah yes, you were laying on the floor, weren't you?

You still are, if you wanted to know.

After your older sibling had calmed down, he sat on a chair and looked at the three of you seeming to consider something. Interesting.

You rubbed your eye one last time, and slowly sat up from your laying position.

Your eye was all red and puffy because of all the rubbing.

God dammit, I gotta stop rubbing my eye.

Of course you should, you little-
Off track? I thought so too.

You looked over at Jeff. You were wondering what having no eyelids could do to him.

He was just covering his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, but also trying to not get it in his eyes.

Because you'd probably go unnoticed by the pale teen, you stood up, and tried to walk out of the room without any chances of dying.

But Ben was fine, and he felt ignored.

So he yanked you by the sleeve of your shirt and pinned you to the wall where the TV was next to.

He neared your ear, his surprisingly hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Thought you could run, friend? Mr "I've got a cut out smile and have no eyelids" here might not be the one to see and catch your ass now, but honestly, I still exist~"

His sing song voice gave you a bunch of mixed feelings. It was quite strange.

You chuckled at his words. And his small nickname for the taller noodle, which by the way, still is covering his eyes. But now he's growling just like before.

God, you would piss him off only to hear the sweet sound of annoyance coming from the deepest parts of his throat~

Being able to feel the fucking glare he gave you, a grin found its way onto your [S/C] features.

Yep, you would piss him off just for entertainment purposes.

Now you wondered what he sounded like when he was in pain.

Would his breathing become uneven? Would he cry tears of pain? Was he a person that'd enjoy the pain?

Now the idea of him getting turned on because of someone inflicting pain on him couldn't make its way out of your fucked up brain.

After that, just imagining what he'd do once he'd get h-

Alright, let's just stop.

Because your attention was still directed towards Jeff, Ben was feeling ignored. How come everyone ends up ignoring him? Wasn't he interesting enough?

Well, apparently not.

The mentioned blonde's round pools of crimson stared right into your [E/C] one, gaining your attention once again.

Now that you mention his eyes, if you had to be honest, staring into them could entertain you for an eternity. They looked like two glowing orbs, full of mysteries and feelings that would never be shown to others.

Would you be another case though?

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Nah.

. . .

Right?

Is a creepypasta able to even feel love? At all? A merciless killer that brutally murders people for their own entertainment?
I mean, they do have feelings.

Basic feelings like anger, smugness, innocence, and so on seem to be apparent.

But how far can their list go?
How many adjectives can be used to describe their field of emotions?

You'd love to find that out.

Someday.

For now you'll just have to remain patient.

God, you wished you had both of your eyes. You could use the both of them to look in each one of Ben's by themselves.

To your dismay, he looked to a now sitting Jeff, with his sleeve still over his lidless orbs.

Compared to Ben's eyes, his look plain and normal in color, while the shortie's ones are unique. Yes, blood and some other liquids might be leaking out, while his eye is fully black apart from those pupils of his, it still made them wonderful to look at.

Again, you could stare at them for an eternity.

Oh no, you're rambling again-

Talking about eyes, you were good enough in biology to know that having your eyes open for a long period of time dries them up. So Jeff shouldn't be able to see, right?

So wait, how the fuck does he-

Wait, eyedrops exist. Maybe he's using those. Or since immortality could be a thing between all the pastas, it would keep his body in an unaging state, and healed condition. Apart from past scars and such, you were assuming. So, I guess it just keeps his eyes...wet?

Isn't that an interesting thing to think about?

Seriously though, if you wouldn't die by his hands, you'd ask him.

So maybe later.

Yeah, later.