Organ Love: Eyeless Jack x Reader

Morning Munchies

((AN: I don't own these characters and I did not create the art cover, I just did the plot/story. I apologies if i'm OOC with the pastas :v))

          The sun shined through your window of your small room. As the warm rays hit your face you open your eyes and sat up with a soft grunt. With a yawn, you swing your legs over your bed and place your feet onto the hard wooden floor of this big mansion, the Creepypasta mansion to be exact(AKA House Of Pain you liked to call it). You were really excited, because today was your break, well, everyone's break. So that meant no killing, not having to stay up late stalking victims, and just relaxing at the mansion. You start to make your way out of your room to go get breakfast to help wake you up. You really didn't care what you looked like at the moment as you leave your room, with your sports bra and sweats on with the addition of your hair in places physics couldn't explain. Closing your door you make your way down the long hallway. Passing a few doors a VERY loud snore could be heard from Jeff's room. Looking through his cracked unclosed door, you see the back of his sleeping form on the bed with Smiledog sleeping at the bottom of it. As you stared at his back you thought how ironic it was that he was sleeping in today, well sleeping at all really, considering his eyelid issue. Hearing a grunt from the teen as he stirred in his slumber, he rolled over his bed so you could see the other side of him. Slightly jumping a bit as you look at his face, his unblinking eyes stare right at you and his never fading smile facing you. As you stand there for a moment longer, you realize he was, in fact, still sleeping. Giggling slightly you softly close the door and continue down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room was shared with the kitchen. You made your way passed the couch to the kitchen you hear a drawn-out whistle.

"Mornin' babe," You hear, It was that elf fuckboy you presumed playing video games on the couch.

"Fuck you" you mumbled, not making eye contact with the Link-poser.

"I know you would." He replies right after.

"I think you need a lot more Rupees to get in my pants BEN." You say opening the fridge in the kitchen. You hear a defeated grunt from BEN, as you smile to yourself. Looking at the components in the cold container, you grasp your hand around a large glass jar. Pulling it out and shutting the fridge you set it on the counter that looks out on the living room. BEN was there playing Watch Dogs on the TV and you see E.J. sitting there 'looking' at you.

"Good morning E. Jack," You say as you flip up the latch on the cold jar to open it.

"Morning." He replied simply.

"Hey, is it alright if I finish the last bit of lung?" You say again looking at his navy-blue mask.

((Oh? I didn't tell you this reader? Sorry for the late notification, but you are in fact, a cannibal, well more in the organ category. Long (fan-fiction) story short, you managed to find human organs much more satisfying than normal 'human food' you normally used to consume. You enjoy the larger range of organs than the eyeless teen on the couch, whose diet is mostly just kidneys, although you would share each other's food most of the time, considering you were the only occupants of the mansion that ate that stuff.))

"Yah, that's fine." He said again in the same simple tone.

Your eyes sparkle when you flip open the jar and plunge your hand into the cold flesh-soaked water and grasp the last leftover floating organ inside, smiling as you do so. As the pink tinted water dripped furiously down from your hand as you pulled the savory organ out of its container, trying to keep the liquid to not spill on the counter. You bring your head forward to the half-eaten lung, and sinking your teeth into its flesh taking a large bite, trying not to be as sloppy as possible and not to make a mess in the prose's. You feel the juices from the lung gush into your mouth with each munch you took. Some of it drips off of your chin, even some down to your collarbone. You hear a disgusted grunt from the gamer on the couch when he looked at you from the corner of his eye, but looks away to pay attention to his game on the TV. You roll your eyes at him and look over at Jack, who seemed to still be 'looking' at you. When you made 'eye' contacted he just turned his head quickly looking back at the TV and paid attention to the game he was 'watching' being played. You slightly furrow your eyes in confusion, but exit your train of thought when you hear some soft thumps. Swallowing some more down, you look over to the stairs and see one of the other masked males of the household.

"Morning." He greets as he slides into the kitchen with his orange wife-beater and basketball shorts on and goes and opens fridge. The others greet him the same way, besides BEN who does just does an acknowledging grunt as he continued playing.

"Good morning Masky." You say as you press the rest of the light pink organ into your mouth. Chewing the last bit of your breakfast down. Maksy exits and shuts the fridge moving next to you. He sets his plate down on the counter. Just like every day, it's always cheesecake, strawberry cheesecake. He takes his fork with one hand and slices a bite sized chunk, using his other hand to move his feminine mask up to the bridge of his nose. He stabs the part of the cake he sliced off and ate it. Since breakfast for you was over, you took the jar and poured out the remaining water and placed it in the sink to clean later. 'It might be a good time to take a shower' you though whipping some stray juices from the corners of your mouth with your forearm as you make your way back up stairs.