Eyeless Sockets [Creepypasta x Blind!Reader]

The maid war! twenty?

Waking up,

To harry and my puff of snow.

Was really just a normal day. Like always, I was laying in my bed, also like always, I got up and wandered around the mansion of horrifyingly yet weirdly nice murderers.

It was a nice morning, it really was.

Until Mr. I can smile but you can't as well as me dragged my ass into his room.

I gasped and posed like an anime waifu, expecting him to yell his undying love to me like everyone else should-

But alas, the disappointments can only disappoint.

"Look, [Y/N], I have to get rid of these things because Masky saw them and that son of a bitch probably won't shut his mouth about this, so I'm getting you to go bury them in the woods somewhere."

He gave me about 10 or something fucking maid outfits.

T e n.

I didn't know he had more than that one I saw that day-

"Make sure that nobody sees you." He said. It'll all be fine, he said.

"You do realize that it's pouring outside, right?", my glare can probably pierce his very soul from the intensity of it.

He smirked, "But of course! You're our maid after all, so you should be able to take care of such simple tasks, right?"

I smiled as sweetly as I could, and told him I'll do it, and even in a special way so nobody could find out.

I'm going to have fun.

"Jeff, at least open the door."

"Open it yourself, I'm too lazy."

And so, the ballerina legged [Y/N] had opened the door so damn majestically, that even the killer couldn't comprehend it.

The poor girl almost fell 5 times, and got her foot stuck on the doorknob because she couldn't get it down.

"F u c k you, J e f f r e y-"

I couldn't close the door because it was open on the inside of his room.

"I don't even care anymore, goodbye-"

And the door got slammed shut right in front of my face. Perfect.

I stood there looking at the clothes carefully packed in some plastic bags, probably for three minutes, until Sebastian showed up and I got an idea.

"Oh, hi [Y/N]." Trust the horned boi to not care.

"Hi Seb. Could you help me open my door, and come in my room, just for a while?"

Now kids, learn that even if it sounds like some plan to steal that dude's clothes and wallet, I'm a weak piece of shit that got kidnapped by him.

L e a r n.

"Sure, why not?"

And so we entered my not-so-evil lair. Cue le not so evil laugh.

I threw the maid outfits next to the door and sat on my bed, patting the space next to me. Seb understood my message since he sat himself down, facing me with a confused stare afterwards.

"Look," I began, "since Jeff is a little bitch, he can't take his business clothes out of his room by himself. I'm responsible of disposing of this evidence."I pointed to the small pile of neatly packed outfits.

"Do you plan on getting people to wear maid outfits to mock him?"

The mischief in his eyes was surprising. I doubt he knew he was going to do it as well, though.