Eyeless Jack x Ticci Toby

1. Creepy Tree Guy

Murdering my dad? Probably not one of my best ideas.

I mean, it could have been much worse that it was. For example, I could have not made it out of the fire and burned to death, or I could have made it out of the fire only to be caught and serve time in prison. 

That's not the point though.

Right now, I was face to face with...a blank face? So not quite face to face. I, personally, had a face, but whatever was in front of me didn't.

It was a tall figure, maybe around 10 feet, who wore a suit. Its skin was a pale white, which was bright due to the moonlight shining through the trees.

Despite the fact that it didn't have eyes, I could feel it staring at me. It was like it was examining me, trying to figure out how much I was worth.

I knew I looked bad. My hoodie had been burned in various places and my hair was singed. I had blood leaking from various scraps across my body, and a large hole on the left side of my mouth.

The smell from my burnt hair filled my nose, making me cringe. I ticced, snapping my head to the side and slightly down.

The creature just kept staring.

I tightened my grip on the hatches that rested in each of my hands.

The air was still. I could hear the sirens in the distance, likely police officers, firefighters, EMT's, probably other people too. All of them taking care of the damage I had caused and people I had either hurt or killed. Other than the sirens, the only sound I could hear was the rustling of the leaves in the slight breeze.

As if coming to a final decision, the creature directed its 'gaze' behind me.

I turned around quickly, and instantly felt something come into contact with my head.

The last thing I saw before I gave into unconsciousness was a white mask.

My head felt like it was full of cotton when I woke up. My thoughts flowed as if they were lava, slowly drifting across my mind. I couldn't focus on anything in particular, though I heard some commotion around me.

There were some voices mixed in with various other sounds, like a radio, creaking of doors, and drawers opening and closing.

The fog that filled my head was slowly clearing, and as it was I felt more and more grounded, the sounds of what was happening around me becoming clearer as well.

I heard a distant thump, and then a man's voice.

"FUCK!"

There was a sound that followed which sounded like a slap, then a girls voice was talking.

"Shut up!" She whispered harshly, "You're going to wake him up!"

"Why does it matter if he sleeps longer anyways?" The man's voice asked, quieter this time, "He's been out for almost a full week at this point, I don't see why he needs to sleep any longer."

I felt my body tense. Almost a week?

"I would prefer him to stay asleep until I can remove his stitches. It'll be much easier if he's asleep." The lady replied.

There was some grumbling from the other person before a door slammed and all was quiet again.

I relaxed my body and tried to move my hand, though only ended up being able to lightly tap my fingers on whatever I was laying on. Since there was no reaction from anyone in the room, I assume they hadn't noticed.

I peaked my eyes open and scanned the room. My eyes took a second to adjust to the harsh light that attacked them, but after a second I could see that I was in what looked like a hospital.