"Hmm, maybe I should call him to make sure he's okay."
You were home alone on a Friday evening. Your best friend, Jack, hadn't been in school for the past week, and you were a bit worried. He was into the kind of stuff that worried you. What if he had hurt himself?
You picked up your cell phone and dialed his number.
"C'mon pick up!" you muttered as you waited for some sort of response either way.
"Hey, it's (Name). Where were you the past few days?" you asked, recognizing the voice.
"I've been... Sick," Jack said.
"Well... Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Will you be back on Monday?"
"I don't know."
"I hope you are. Remember we have that test in Math that she's been annoying us about all month?"
"Yeah. I'll probably be back by Monday."
"Okay... Bye, Jack."
You hung up, and grabbed the remote. Maybe you could find something good on for once.
After about two and a half hours, your older brother came home.
"Hey, have you been sitting here this whole time?" he asked.
"Yep. Go away," you said focusing your attention back on the movie you were watching.
He gave you a whack on the head and went upstairs.
"Should I start on dinner or... Nope," you chose to be lazy as you were pretty tired.
You continued to watch random movies, and fell asleep on the couch after a few hours.
When you woke up, the clock showed it was nearly two-thirty in the morning.
You turned off the TV and walked into the kitchen. You hadn't eaten any dinner, so you were pretty hungry.
"Sandwich," you muttered to yourself, making a (favorite sandwich).
After you finished your midnight snack, you headed upstairs to do your nightly routine.
When you walked into your room and turned on a lamp, you were exhausted. The couch did not make a very good bed.
You collapsed onto your bed (which felt like a cloud at the moment) and fell asleep almost immediately.
You felt yourself being shaken a while later. It was still dark out, so you hadn't slept long.
You assumed it was just your brother, and swatted at the person shaking you.
"Well, that's rude," a familiar voice huffed. And it wasn't your brother.
You sat up and rubbed your bleary eyes.
"Wha?" you spoke through a wide yawn.
"Wakey wakey, (Name)!" through your sleep-blurred vision, you could make out a figure in the dark. You blinked repeatedly until your vision was clearer.
It was hard to see in the dark, but you could see it was male and clad in dark clothing.
"What the fuck?" you muttered, your tired brain not grasping the possible severity of the situation.
"Oh, yeah... You WOULDN'T recognize me! You haven't seen my new style yet," the person said. Why couldn't you place the voice?!
"Well? Who are you then?" you were very annoyed and starting to realize what this might mean for you.
"Aww, I thought you'd recognize my voice! It's me, Jack!"
Jack appeared to slump. That's when you noticed something weird about his face.
"Are you wearing a mask?" you asked, even though the answer was obvious.
"Duh! What, you think my face is ACTUALLY blue?" Jack snickered.
"How are you talking through the mask? It's covering your mouth," you said, trying to keep calm. "Why are you in my house, anyway?"
Why hadn't you asked that question first?
"Well, I can talk because this mask is actually very easy to talk through. It doesn't restrict my mouth all that much. And I wanted to show you my new look, but I couldn't wait until Monday! I wanted to show you now!" Jack explained.
"So you snuck into my house in the middle of the night to show me a new mask. You are bat shit crazy," you sighed.
"Oh, it's not just a new mask! It's a whole new me! Wanna see?"
Jack lifted his mask.
"Turn on the light."
You turned on the bedside lamp, and stifled a scream.
Jack's face... It wasn't even his face anymore.
His skin was the exact color of charcoal, except for his lips and around his eyes, which were a dark blue-grey. He was grinning, showing sharp fangs. But his eyes...
They were gone. His eye sockets were empty, and seemed to be leaking a dark fluid- too dark to be blood.
"J-Jack... What happened to you?" you stuttered out, horrified.
"A little fight. A little deal. And a whole new me!" Jack's grin widened.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that."
You were shaking and feeling very light headed.
"Aww, don't be too scared. I'm fine!"
"N-no you're not! How would you call this "fine"? This isn't "fine", Jack. You're eyeless! You aren't human anymore!"
"Psh, of COURSE I'm fine. You always said you liked seeing me happy. Well, now I'm EXSTATIC," Jack placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Is there any point to you being like this?"
"Yes. The sharp teeth and unusual appearance scare people so they're still so I can take some things I need."
"Organs, (Name), organs. Kidneys especially. I've developed a taste for them."
You felt your brain go numb.
You were utterly silent, trying to process this information.
"Aww, you scared?" Jack put his arm around you, grinning widely.
"Good. Because you're alone now."
"What are you talking about? My brother's right down the hall," you gave a light, slightly hysteric laugh.
Jack's smile turned sympathetic.
"No, (Name), I'm afraid you're alone now, except for me."
You were silent and jumped out of his grasp, standing up and staring at him, disbelieving.
"Y-you didn't... You killed him?" you choked out.
"(Name), I had too! You would have screamed and he would have beaten the shit out of me. It was for the best," he said, standing and hugging you.
You shoved him off.
You were alone. In a relatively remote house. With a cannibalistic psycho who had just killed your brother.
"How long?" you asked.
"Oh, I lost count. Not all of them died, you know. You CAN survive with only one kidney."
His voice was so light. So uncaring.
"Y-you crazy bastard..." You whispered as tears began to flow from your eyes.
"Now now, (Name) don't cry," Jack murmured.
"Y-you killed him... You killed him..." You sounded like a broken record.
"Don't be so sad, (Name)," Jack whispered, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up.
"Why shouldn't I cry?" you choked, shoving him away again and feeling dizzy.
He held you against him and grinned into your hair.
"You're mine now."
You see, I have a theory that EJ made a deal with the devil after having a pretty bad home life.
This is NOT how I imagine Eyeless Jack acts, but I think he's still accepting and getting used to being like this.
That's how he became like this.
There will be more of these! XD More Eyeless Jack stuff.
And there are some Splendy things to come.
EJ- his owner
E.J: O-ow wh-what was that f-for?
Me: for killing my brother and-*turns to her dragon form*-I am not a human. *flies to slender*
Ej belongs to Owner
You belong to Ej
I'd stay with jack, just... first I would have to make him PROMIS HIS HEAD OFF to not eat my kidneys or oragns! and second I would have to become a creepypasta, hmm... first off I must go kill someone.. then I must confront slendy till he makes me a creepypasta, or I can make slendy uncomfortable by doing this:
Me: Slendy~Chan.... Plz make me a creepypasta~!
Me: PLZZZ SLENDY~CHAAAN!
Me: SLENDDDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! *Grabs knife* I will personally show you i'm perfectly capable to be a creepypasta, and if you don't make me one right now i'll cut you into pieces and feed ya' to Smiles!
Slendy: .... Fine.
Jack: Slenderman don't do it! Don't do anything to my angel! No!
Me: *Puts hand over jacks mouth* Tsk tsk! Don't act that way, if I didn't become a creepypasta i'd just me some murderer! Pfft~! Now be a good eyeless jack and SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP AND LET SLENDY DO HIS WORK! Hmf~!
Jack: Ugh fine.
Slendy: Let me do my damn work!
((I'm not good that this. I'm sorry.))
or virginity perhaps? o.o
Virginity is more likely in this story! XD
*throws kidney at Eyeless Jack so that he doesn't steal anything from you*
Well yeah... Like I said, I don't think he actually acts like this. I see him as more quiet "not-speaking-unless-I-absolutely-have-too" kind of person. I'm planning on making another Eyeless Jack where he's more himself. Scratch that- I'm making a lot more EJ stories.
One might be a sort of sequel to this.