𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Vol 1: Chapter VI

Y/N woke up in a mess. Her head was thumping, her legs were hurting and her eyes could barely stay open. But once you return from dreamland there is no going back. She knew that all too well.

She didn't know what was happening. No matter how hard she tried, no logical explanation for all of this could be made by her. She didn't understand what was happening around her- it's as if she went to sleep one night and woke up in a dream.

She got up and dressed herself in some sweatpants and the nearest sweatshirt she could find. She put her hair in a ponytail and went downstairs.

It was 8:17 AM. The sky outside was cloudy. The wind smelled of moisture and the leaves were all dull, warm colors. Typical for the fall season.

She walked downstairs to the kitchen, made herself a coffee, and sat down on the table. While she waited she pulled out a plate and poured herself some leftover spaghetti from dinner. She didn't bother heating it- she found the contrast between the cold food and the hot coffee enjoyable, like a little dance on her tongue.

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When she finished eating she went over to Tatum's room to retrieve her things. She found her asleep in her bed, the clothes on from the night before and a pile of books and pens and papers on the carpet. There goes something you don't see every day.
She carried the things over to her room and closed the door. She sat down at her desk and continued her studies.

A few hours passed when she heard noises from downstairs and decided to investigate.

There in the kitchen, she found Tatum. She went up to her.

"Hey, roomie, sleep well?"
Asked the blonde.

"You think?"
Y/N answered as she sat down on the table- burring her face in the palms of her hands.

"Look-
Tatum began
-you don't have to come tonight, I can go on my own."

"No, it's okay, Tate. I'm good."

"You sure about that?"
Tatum smirked playfully at her friend

"Yes, I'd hate to miss my prince."

Tatum chuckled at the response and continued her work in the kitchen

"So-
The blonde started
-about him...."

Tatum said in a serious voice:
"He's kind of an ass. Like your typical serial dater and... so on."

Y/N gave her an odd look. Why had she been promoting him so much to her and pique her interest only to go back and say that he's "an ass"?

Something was seriously not okay with Tatum today, Y/N thought. Just something in her didn't feel right.

"Hey, Tate?"

Tatum looked at her, not saying anything.

"Is anything bothering you?"

Tatum looked away from her eyes. She seemed lost in thought. Then after a few moments, she spoke up:
"I don't feel very well. Like, I'm fine, but it's like, I'm not fine. I don't feel alone, even when I should be.."

A silence followed. Y/N didn't know what to say back to her. It's as if everything was going so slow and yet so fast at the same time. It's as if just 30 minutes ago she made the god-awful decision to go out late at night. Maybe something was genuinely wrong here. Yes, Tatum has a history of worrying without reason, but in any other circumstance Y/N would have brushed her off, but now... things were getting real.

"You know what-
Tatum said
-maybe it's the seasonal depression kicking in."

"Yeah, probably."
Y/N said with uncertainty. She didn't want to scare her best friend into madness and possibly send her down a spiral of worry and paranoia. For she knew the truth- Tatum would not handle it easily. Y/N couldn't bring herself to tell her that she had been feeling the same, that at night she couldn't sleep peacefully, worried that some beast would crawl from beneath the bed and eat her soul.

Y/N finished her meal and went over to the sink to wash her hands. The silence worried her even further, so she decided to break the ice.

"Do you think I can come with you to Yoga sometimes?"

Tatum's face lit up.

"Really? I thought you hated stuff like that."

Y/N smiled and said:
"Well, I hate Mr. Sanders, yet I go to his lectures"

The girls shared a smile. The room felt somewhat calmer, but not yet safe.

"We should probably be getting ready, what do you think?"
Tatum said.

"Sure, just have to do a few more things and I'll be good to go."
Y/N started walking over to the stairs, but she turned around and asked:
"When will we be going?"

"At around 7"

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Y/N sat on her desk, rounding up the last of her work, when a thought popped into her mind. Maybe she could message the woman from the Reddit post. Maybe she would give her some advice, right?

The H/C girl pulled out her laptop and I opened Reddit. She located the post and DM'd the woman.

Hello,
I saw your post over on the
u/humanoidencounters subreddit. Recently I've been experiencing some really strange things and I suspect that I'm dealing with the creature from your post. I don't know what to do. I've looked all over the internet, but this post is the only thing I can find relating to it. Do you have any advice you can provide? I don't know what to do and anything would help.

After finishing up with the message she decided to get ready.

As she was doing that she put on some music to avoid thinking of things that she should avoid.
Y/N didn't know why she was so fascinated with the creature. It's all she thought about, day and night. She thought about it in the shower, she thought about it while trying to revise, and she thought about it while trying to sleep. But no matter how hard she tried that thing didn't want to leave her head. The girl didn't know what to make of everything happening around her. She felt horrified, but of what exactly she didn't know. Was it the cripling worry that her life could fall apart at any second, or was it the feeling that her life had already fallen apart...?

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It was now nearing 7 and the two girls were ready to go.

Tatum had chosen to wear an orange skirt, a yellow turtle neck t-shirt, and a black denim jacket with white sneakers.
Y/N decided to wear (you pick here <3). Her hair was (styled however you want it). (You pick if you want make-up or not).

They got into Tatum's dark gray Honda Accord and they drove to their destination, not seeing the danger they were heading head-first into...