Eyeless Jack X Reader pt.5
A week has passed since what happened and you were very cautious now. You stayed inside your house most of the day and even your parents were worried sick about you; Even if they were on a business trip for 6 months. The only time you come out now is when you go to self-defense class in the night or to school. Brandon's parents kept asking what happened that night but you stayed quiet and tried to ignored that day. It wasn't easy for you because it repeats in your head that day.
'Why do I keep thinking about it?'
You were at your self-defense class and you were practicing with your perverted teacher, Cavitt. He's been teaching you a lot of things with self-defense from boxing and you will always catching him looking at you with a perverted grin. This day was different for some reason. Cavitt wasn't here and the only person here was the new teacher, George. He was around his early twenties with a muscular body. He had light brown hair with
Eyeless Jack X Reader pt.1
You turned off your alarm and got up to see what was today, Friday. You looked at the time and it was 6 A.M. in the morning and you had about 2 hours before school started. You went straight to the restroom to take a shower and other morning routines before you went back to your room to change into a (f/c) shirt, black jeans, (f/c) converse, and your (f/c) headphones. You finished changing and looked at the time and it 6:45 A.M. so you went downstairs to eat breakfast. You ate cereal and once you finished eating, you went straight back up to your room. You grabbed your brush and brushed your hair before you straighten your hair. After that, you grabbed your binder, backpack and your phone and looked at the time, it was 7:15 A.M. and you decided to walk to school right now.
You left your house and started walking down the street until a boy yelled your name behind you. "(Y/n)! Wait up!"
AAF: Window pt.1(Eyeless JackXKiller!Reader)The window was very tempting.
"Oooo That's one of my favorites!" I squeals I jump from my floating chair and air walk up to you.
"Why is it a favorite?"
"Oh, you'll see~."
"... Is it too late to change my pick?"
"Yes, now hold still."
I grab on to your injured shoulder, my palm covering the bullet hole. After a second, you feel a squirminess is your shoulder that makes you freeze up. After a minute its gone and you could feel your shoulder again. I back up and go up to the window while youu test your reformed muscles.
"Now you only need one thing for this doorway."
I reach into the pocket of my pants and pull out a bundle of chains. I let it fall from my hand and let the long chain dangle from my pointer finger. The necklace reached all the way to my knees. From the very bottom dangled a smoky white crystal. I hold it out to you, and after a second of hesitation, you take.
"This is a little charm I was able to get. If you choose to complete my goal, it'll help. If not, its still a cute
Secrets- Eyeless Jack X Reader: Chapter 9 [LAST]Warning! There is mention of suicide in this one! Just another heads-up!
“Mom! Dad!” You shout happily as your parents walked in the door after spending three weeks away. Finally, their business trip/small vacation had ended, and everything was back to normal.
But you still didn’t know where Jack was.
Either way, you shook the thoughts out of your head as you sat down with them. They switched on the TV to a local News channel, and started to tell you about their trip.
You had to admit, you liked your parents. They were your parents after all. But honestly, their stories could get boring. You were looking your mom straight in the eye, but you were honestly just listening to the TV. There were normal things being spoken, but the words you heard next would play in your mind forever.
”In other news, criminal ‘Eyeless Jack’ has been found. Officers failed to take him alive. More tonight at eight.”
Time seemed to s
Chaotic tendencies - Jeff the Killer x Reader ch1-Swearing
-mention of blood
"Serial killers are often quite intelligent with an IQ of above average" said Mr. Weldon, your psychology teacher. "And what's even more interesting is that studies have shown that Serial killers are not considered to be insane, but rather they are considered to exhibit psychopathic behavior. They are unable to feel remorse, guilt, empathy, and lack impulse control." The bell rang signaling the end of class. "For homework I want you all to study the parts of the brain. I would like you to look up The cerebral cortex, listing the four lobes and explain what each section is responsible for. Everyone stood up and gathered their stuff together. You waited quietly sitting at your desk until everyone had gone. Without a massive group of people fighting their way out of the door it was much easier to leave. Grabbing your (f/c) backpack you said good bye to Mr. Weldon and start to walk down the almost empty hallways. The only people left were people in serious
unlikely pair (eyeless jack x reader) ch1 drawnan unlikely pair
(eyeless jack x reader)
you were a HUGE fan of creepy pasta's ever since you first read 'go to sleep: jeff the killer' you belived every single one was true. there was only a few you had not read but one you were now curious about a certain one. eyeless jack. you found the tale and read it carefully, studying every word so closely.
"why did I feel like I had to read that?" you mutter holding you're head "why do I feel drawn to him?" you felt warm breath on you're neck "w-what?" you gasp slightly scared.
"eyeless jack hu? why are you bothering to read that crap when you could just ask me what you want to know?" a rough voice whispered in you're ear
"y-you aren't going t-to take my- kill me are you?" you ask suddering
"why would I kill such a delicate young flower?" he answered you're question with another that made you're face turn red.
"s-so w-what are you?"
"huh? that's one of thing's not even I know, probably part ghost or demond or somthing."
"why are you hear
Weak E.Jack x Reader Ch 8 ~ FINALA / N :: So I decided to finally start wrapping this up. I didn't realize something so silly that came to my mind would become so.. 'desirable' to read. Thanks for all the support, and hopefully you'll enjoy my next works, whatever that may be.
. . H i s P O V . . .
A few months had passed, and the house had calmed. Most everyone has accepted her by now, with a few exceptions. Those people are my only worries or troubles, but for now I enjoy my hand slowly going through her ||h/c|| hair, and admiring her soft pink face, for how beautiful she is.
Though she might never see it the way I do. Her eyes-ironically- are the most entrancing part about her. I adore how sweet her gaze is and how beautiful her ||e/c|| is. Curious and always filled to the brim with emotion.
"Jacky?" I heard her call in a soft voice from beneath me, as I had been hovering over her on the bed. "Yes, ||Y/n||?" My lips pursed together from behind my mask. "I-I uhm, I love you." Not being able to contain my smil
Eyeless Jack x Reader- I love you?~Enjoy
He never thought of himself as a killer. Nor insane. He didn't think of himself as human either, thus, he never thought he was a cannibal. He didn't know what he was, and sometimes, after a good meal consisting of organs, he'd think about it. What he was while he slumped against a tree in the forest. He didn't kill his victims, the loss of organs did. He wasn't insane, he didn't laugh maniacally or get excited at the sight of blood. He knew he wasn't human. Humans have eyes. There blood is red, not black, and there skin isn't grey/blue. And if he isn't human, he isn't a cannibal, because he isn't eating his own kind. He never felt feelings. He was never happy nor sad. He didn't get lonely, or upset. He stayed mutual. He only felt curiosity. Curious to know what he was. Curious as to why he is different. Why he ate organs, and why people call him a murderer or a monster.
Is that what he is? A monster?
He didn't understand. He eats organs and gets called a monster, but
E.J. x Reader - A Special Card
Sometimes things are just hard.
Wither it be from getting up in the morning to climbing a mountain there is always a challenge to everything. The only time things aren't challenging is when you have mastered your activity. Walking was hard at first, but now your a class A walker. Well...compared to then. When you were young the microwave seemed to be a magical box that warmed food, but as you get older it becomes part of your daily routine.
Though some things never get easy, like confessing to the cute girl in town you have been obsessing over since you first saw her. I know it sounds a little stalkerish, and even weird, but there was little to be done when you were wanted by the police. Living in the forest near town I hummed as she walked by, giggling with friends as she headed home. Letting out a sigh hearing her laugh I hummed as I quietly followed her from the safety of th
Eyeless Jack x Reader - Television(Y/N) Had woken up due to loud noises coming from the loungeroom. Getting up slowly from her (F/C) bed, she starts to slowly trudge towards the loungeroom. As she walks the smell of kidneys and blood begins to get stronger.
"It must be E.J." thought (Y/N) rolling her (E/C) eyes. As she peeked around the corner she found out she was right. It was Eyeless Jack watching (TV show) ... While eating kidneys of course. She quickly strode over to Eyeless Jack on the couch, ending with a plop on he sofa, which made him jump. He turned to look at (Y/N), as if asking 'What are you doing here?'. His mask was only above his mouth, not revealing the other features of his face. You already knew he was eyeless, but of course he still kept the mask on. As you looked toward the television, where he was watching (TV show), you raised a (H/C) eyebrow.
"Why is he watching this?" (Y/N) thought as she saw the scenes acting out. Jack seemed to make a coughing sound to get your attention, and your (E/C) eyes q
Eyeless Jack X Reader, Those Lost MemoriesYou wake up to sounds scratching on your window from across your bedroom. You sit up in your bed and squint your (*e/c*) eyes at the window to see if anyone was there. Nothing. Just a full moon outside, shining brightly. You look around your room, only relying on the moonlight creeping through your window curtains. You lay your head back down onto your pillow and yawn. Two seconds later you hear scratching again.. This time on a door. You sit up again and look towards your bedroom door. Nothing. Then you turn your head towards your closet door. You see it slightly ajar.
Your pulse quickens.. You can feel your heart beating quickly in your chest. No you tell yourself, you’re just imagining it. It’s all in your head, now close your eyes and go to sleep. You lay your head down on your pillow. How you wish you had a cat to blame all the scratching on it.Then you see your closet door slightly open just a little bit more. You sit up in your bed and pull your bl
all we do is R U N \\Jeff x Reader CH.1It was as it’d always been- you honestly couldn’t remember anything BUT a life like this. It was far from what most people would want or call desirable. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world. It got tough sometimes but you—(__f/n__) (__l/n__), you were never alone. Admittedly what the two of you did was messy and hard work; but you usually got off easy. But you did what you had to in order to survive. At the moment you laid on a stiff cot in a church littered with the city’s homeless, the runaways, and the assorted lost souls with no home. One might say you’d all count as kindred spirits. But all you and your companion saw was temptation and dinner. Reaching out from your own (__color__) blanket, your hand gingerly touched the patch of gauze that wrapped around your head and covered your left eye. You’d always had a red left eye and a (__e/c__) right eye. You just assumed you’d been born that way. And unless you ate or were with h
Eyeless Jack x Reader Intro
My name? (F/n) Ride. Who am I? Someone living a pretty bad life; abusive drunks for parents, only one friend outside of the internet, and only one on the internet. Snobs at school always picking on me... Hate it all. Why couldn't I be born into a better family at least?
*LETS GET TO THE STORY*
It was a weekend, and honestly, I was glad for it. Nobody to deal with, for now... I looked over at my (insert mobile messaging device) as it began to beep signaling a certain someone blowing up my Pesterchum. I smiled, and pulled it over to me.
[WJ] whovianJacker began pestering [CH] chumHandle
WJ: (F/n), you there...?
CH: Yeah, I'm here Jack!
WJ: Awesome! So um... How's your weekend so far?
I giggled, already knowing Jack was a bit awkward; it only made him cuter. Though I've never seen him, I have heard his voice before.... Hmmmm...
CH: Quite good. Mom and dad aren't home yet ^^'
CH: How is yours?
WJ: Good! Jeff, Ben, and I were
Unmistakable Feelings~Eyeless Jack x Abused!ReaderYour POV
You sat on your bed. Remembering what your father did. The bruises and scars he had caused after your mom died. He's been beating you ever since. Most of the time after school you just went straight to your room to avoid getting hit. Your mother had died when you were only four. She was very ill and weak. You were now fifteen. Sad, depressed and alone. Although you were depressed and basically emo you never cut. You didn't need to add scars to your already damaged skin. Sometimes you had thought of killing yourself, but you didn't want to die the way you were. You wanted to be happy when you died. But you weren't quite sure if that was possible at this point. All you could do was sit on your bed and cry.
I've been watching (f/n) for a few months now. I've seen the horrible things her father has done to her. I felt pity for for her. I think I'll pay her dad a visit later tonight.
It was midnight. (F/n) and her dad were asleep. I climbed through
Movie Night (Eyeless Jack X Reader) One-shotHopping down the last few steps, you slid into the living room in your socks. “Heeeelllloooo everyone!” You said with a giggle, trying hard not to slip on the floor. Jeff looked over at you with an unamused expression clearly written on his face. “Really (y/n)? We’ve been waiting on you forever!” He groaned impatiently. You glanced sheepishly at the TV. It was on the play menu of “The Conjuring” obviously waiting to be started. “Oops. Sorry, I was trying to find my (f/c) pillow.” You said, lifting said pillow in the air for emphasis. BEN smirked, “Little (y/n) scared of the movie already?” He said in a taunting voice, clearly trying to annoy you. You shook your head and glared at the elf, about ready to make a retort.
“Did I miss something?” A voice behind you quietly asked. You jumped in fright, nearly slipping on the slick floor. “God, Jack! Make some noise for once!” You said, panting from the