Trick And Kill~~Jeff The Killer X Reader X Eyeless Jack

Chapter 8 Anger Management Issues

Faint, almost grey light was filling the room around you, coming from the large windows, and managing to disturb your peaceful sleep. You stirred mumbling faintly to yourself in annoyance, as you turned, trying to make yourself more comfortable, avoiding the light in case it would drive sleep away, but as you did, a blunt pain pierced your sides. Groaning loudly to yourself, you open your eyes and find yourself curled up in a ball, on the corner of your room. Your whole body had become stiff from the hours it passed in that particular position, making your muscles grow numb and start hurting you. You stretched, like a huge cat, careful of your hurt leg while you looked around you. You were in the room Slenderman had arranged for you to live in. In the sunlight, even that little sunlight, it looked even emptier than before. Still, you were delighted to realize that your sharp eyesight had returned considerably. You looked around you in awe, trying to test the eyesight immediately. And it was, in fact, sharpened to near perfection. You could actually see the small specks of dust dancing around the air nonchalantly, only being disturbed when they came too close to you.

  You smiled widely to yourself as you were able to discern even the rays of light that peered inside the room, even if –as you could see- heavy clouds were hanging from the sky, threatening with torrential rain at any passing moment. You could smell it. You could literally smell the rain threatening to come down, as it left a refreshing sense in your nose. Along with the rain, you could smell other things also. The moist ground, the snow that had covered it a month ago, the mold that had spread on the tree trunks, covering them all the way up, the cold wind filtering among the trees. And then, there was the smell of moisture inside the room, freshly baked pancakes, cake, a burnt smell of something sugary and another smell, the smell that immediately set your mind in motion and you leaned forward, sniffing the place to locate it. Blood. You close your eyes and inhaled the heavenly scent, only to open them again and leave out a disappointed growl. It was coming from everywhere and it was aged. So maybe, it was the walls that had absorbed the haunting scent.

  You sighed loudly and picked yourself up from the ground. Your whole body was too numb and you heard numerous ‘cracks’ coming from where the bones met, as you stretched yourself further. Outside your room, you could hear the happy sounds of people going up and down the mansion, two of them running one behind another in the distance, someone –Sally maybe- hopping around, on the hallway just under your room. You dusted your clothes off, feeling like a small child inside of them. This Hoodie guy might be around your size in clothes, at least from the others, but you still needed to fold the sleeves to let your hands appear and do the same with the trousers. But, despite all these, the clothes were made from cotton and were quite comfortable and kept you warm all night long, keeping away the coldness and enveloping you in a warm bubble.

  You walked the best you could to the door and slowly opened it. The corridor was full of light and no one was around at the time being. As you opened the door though, something fell in front of you. Looking down, you see a crutch resting just in front of your feet with a small note on it. If you lived on a cartoon world, this was the time a question mark would appear above your head. You looked at it for a moment and then bend down as you could, grabbing both items on your hands.

  The crutch was just in your right size and to your utter surprise, its wood was carved with little Halloween icons and shapes. You let out a chuckle and opened the note. Just a few words were written in it, with curved, amazingly beautiful letters.

Just for moving around~ E.J

Well, that’s kind of him, you thought, a faint smile creeping its way on your face. He was kind when he didn’t try to kill you. it had been really, really long since the last time people were kind to you and helped you out. Well, considering the facts, it turned out that neither one of you in this house was what you could call human and certainly all of you were killers. But killers can show kindness too right? Well, you wanted to believe that, but doubt was too strong inside you. Still, you would thank him, away from prying eyes of course.