(M/Y)'S POV:
I guess I have to accept the fact that I have to work for someone I don't know.
I guess it's better I went on this weird trip. I now see what's asked and what we're supposed to do?
I'm sorry that sounds terrible...Wait... am I apologizing to myself.
Ugh.
*snap* *snap*
Hand was in sight and the sound quiet literally snapped me back to reality.
Remembering we were supposed to head back now.
I stand up and abruptly apologize for zoning out. It happens all the time but what can I say. Not like I had my own entertainment 24/7.
Jack shrugs his shoulders and walks back towards what I presumed would be the Cabin. Following him awkwardly I get shivers from the wind.
Yeah.
Shivers sounds like a very appropriate word this exact feeling. Man I should have just killed her like Jack would've but sooner.
I'd still have a shirt and jacket on. (😭)
Surprisingly the walk wasn't too long and we were already back.
That was really fast actually...
Weird.
Walking up the stairs past the rake who was still in front of the Cabin. I let Jack in first and I hear him already greeting a few people.
I walk in after.
Closing the door and letting my eyes adjust to lit up room. Still a little gloomy.
"Jack, did you finally kill the rake?" It was the guy with the white face. "Nice to know someone's getting stronger." He gestures towards a small green elf.
Looks like he could be 14 maybe 15. Pointy ears and a green outfit. Definitely an elf in my book.
"Actually it was this guy." Jack moves and points at me.
(Don't forget your character has some body build but not excessive. I'll explain later after you "study".)
Jeff immediately bursts into laughter and starts pointing at Jack. "YOU WANTED JUSTICE.... BWAHAH AHA."
Wow.
That sounds pretty messed up.
The weird elf looks me dead in the eyes and winks.
Did the kid just wink at me?
I ignore it and look away.
"SHE'S DEAD FORVER.. HAHAH." Jeff falls to the ground holding his stomach and crying from pain and laughter.
Jack however.. was taking this very personal. His face darkened and he slowly stacked up ever word he spat out.
Waiting to shove the words back into Jeff's face.
He walk over to Jeff and grabs his throat. I would step in but it doesn't sound like my business.
I try to ignore that too and I look back to where the elf was and he's gone.
I'm fine with that.
A light tap on my shoulder takes my attention and I turn around to see the face that was hoping to be gone.
This weird elf is floating. Laying in his side like a casual guy.
He traces his finger on my shoulder. "You know.... I couldn't help but notice how... nice you look. Ya know, you're in good shape." I step back and push him away.
Looking back at Jack and Jeff. He was still choking him and Jeff's face was going a different color. I walk over and grab jacks arm pulling them apart.
Jack steps back and just walks away.
Jeff now gasping for air and coughing in between Escher breath.
Jacks grabs my arm and drags me down the hall and the last thing I see while looking back is the elf...
Waving and winking. EeeGross.
"You have to talk to Slenderman now. You will behave and speak when told, and only when told. He's not always nice."
He stops and points at the door in front of him. "You will go in and listen. When you come out, go do whatever he asks."
Jack walks away and lets out a stressful sigh.
I turn and knock on the door. Hearing a noise I don't understand I open the door without thinking.
Revealing a room with painted black walls red picture frames and a red carpet.
In the middle sat a desk with a desk light and a sign. One that belonged to the tall man in the chair who wore no face.
Same guy from before but the environment have him a different presentation and more fear.
Like the fear of goring into an adult or faxing adult decisions. His appearance is terrifying.
"Take a seat." A voice with a weird noise to it.
I moved to sit in the chair in front of his desk and his voice still rung in my skull.
"I'm sure you've found out about something's with yourself. Where you lived. The people who "took care" of you." He picked up a folds and hands it to me. "I'm here it gives all the information you need about the people who did this to you. I'll give you something you want desperately and didn't know."
He then grabs a clipboard and hands it to me. "You sign this and give me what I want. A proper blood signed contacts that keeps you under my control. I have things I need and you will get them or eliminate them for me."
This was a lot to take in but after hearing what I get.
Is there really a reason to argue with this.He already freed me and now I get to find out about what really happened.
He hands me a cup and a knife, then the pen. Using the knife to cut my hand I spill my blood into the cup.
It stung and felt cold.
I dip the pen and sign the contact. Looking at my hand a symbol appears and start to burn into my skin.
I grip my hand and the disappears leaving a scar.
A circle and an X over it."I will now hear every word you speak and know where you are 24/7.) That Symbol can't leave your skin and now I may use you. You are free to go."
I stand up without speaking a word and walk out the door.
Making my way to my room to get some rest or maybe look into this folder a little.
The second I turn the corner Jack is standing there and staring at me like he was waiting. "Follow me to my lab." He turns around and a few doors down and opens his weird metal door.
"I'm gonna do a few test to see what we can dig up on your blood. Go ahead and sit down on my table."
He walks to the sink and pits on some gloves.
I walk over and sit down on the cold metal table. The room is just as gloomy as ever.
(See y'all next chapter. let me know if you even like this, I mean I'd like your input if it's bad.)

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Eyeless Jack X Male reader (Yellow Room)
Mystery / Thriller(NOT MY COVER ART) Everything is forgotten and lost in one empty room. Nothing seems to return back to the room except for you. Your grip on time and reality loosened as you feel yourself drift into a state of emptiness. Like an empty sack with no...