Player two | Eyeless Jack x M!Oc

Chapter Six

Since I was out for two weeks, I instantly pushed myself to getting the mansion back into order.

Feeding everyone proper meals, dusting, sweeping, cleaning in general, laundry, making sure everyone was still following ground rules.

On top of all that I decided to start participating in killing.

"Hey Jack?" He turned to me while I was drying my hands at the kitchen entrance.

"Yes?" He had his mask on.

"Do you think you can make sure no one gets in or out? Unless of course it's over ridden by Slenderman" He nods and gives me a thumbs up.

"Sure can do" I nod in a thank you and put the towel in the kitchen. I quickly grab my pouch putting it on a loop on my jeans then a paper with names, addresses and a few phone numbers on them.

"I'll be back." I grab a spare burner phone incase I need it. Jack nods and I leave.

Jenna K. Frence
69th Elms ST, ______, _____
666-666-6666

'Nice phone number man' -

I Ran out the forest to the address. Perched on a street light I double check the address and text the number on the burner phone. I hear a google from inside the house.

666-666-6666

Hello.

Uh Hello? Who's this? 😐😑😐

That doesn't matter :)
What does master is
Are you?

Am I what? 🙃

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'Window' - Ben

I could see them typing and steadily and quietly made it into their room through their conveniently open window.

I held the phone in my hand facing me, as they sent the text it kitty up illuminating my face. She heard the ding and quickly looked to me and screamed.

'About 5 minutes before the police arrive' - Ben

Before she knew it her throat was shut and her eye was replaced by a die. I sat and ate her eyes for a minute before hearing sirens. I made sure to leave no trace but the body.

I looked at the card I used and carved an A with a heart on her collar bone shoulder area and jumped out the window fleeing the scene.

I stretch and look at the next bit of information.

Henry O. Dickingson
690 Hem ST, ______ , ____
777-777-7777

I once again perch on a street light. I pull out the phone then text them.

777-777-7777

Hello.

Who the hell are you?

No matter that.