Eyeless Jack x Male Reader

Out of the Darkness Ch.1

Darkness smothered out any light that tried to squeeze through the

cracks in one heavily guarded

cell.

The horrid stench of blood wafted throughout the building, emanating from the only cell in the lab.

The figure sat lifeless in one of the stone corners, staring blankly into the never ending blackness.

E/c eyes glanced around with a dullness only achieved when submitted to total boredom.

He was starting to enjoy the little experiments, always having to kill a small animal mercilessly and

sometimes, even a human.

The scientists would occasionally be kind enough to let the male rip the corpse open and feast, but

lately those chances seemed to be dwindling.

Lately there have been less guards around and the scientists haven't come by to wash him in two

weeks.

That's why he's been covered in blood and the smell was overwhelming.

They haven't fed him recently either, hunger starting to take over his mind.

He can smell fresh blood from the halls and panicked screams echoing.

Footsteps scrambled to escape whatever unknown threat, eagerness starting to rise in the trapped

male.

Maybe somebody will finally rescue him!

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the door to the cell

burst open.

Instead of the scientists or guards, a tall figure dressed in black stood silently in the doorway.

His face was hidden behind the blue mask he wore and strands of brown hair poked out from his

black hood.

The figure stood there, making no move to help, before he turned to yell something down the hall.

"It's not Jeff, but I found someone!"

His tone of voice sounded almost strained or desperate, like he had seen something that shocked

him.

The male in the cell blinked owlishly, his gaze wary and somewhat intrigued.

He was confused about this person's tone.

Did he look bad?

Maybe it was the blood?

Whatever it was, the being still advanced towards him.

Suddenly feeling frightened, the smaller male pressed himself closer to the cold wall, straining the

chains bound to his wrists.

The other seemed kind of hurt by the action, but still he came closer, holding his hands up to show

that he meant no harm.

Even though his movements were gentle, the scared male still yelped and flinched away when a grey

hand rested on his bare shoulder.

He seemed to try and say something, but maybe he hadn't had anything to drink recently because

only a small squeak resonated from his mouth.

That caused him to start coughing, his lithe form shaking violently from the action.

Again the figure came towards him, and this time he was finally able to speak.