𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗧 (An Eyeless Jack X Reader Fanfiction) (Short)

𝐀 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤

Y/N pulled a sweater over her torso and fixed her hair in the mirror to look somewhat decent. Smoothing the wrinkles from her pants, she opened the door to see Jack sitting on the floor.

He was basically following her around, like a baby duck would follow its mama. Y/N put a hand on her hip.

"You know, you can go watch TV or something. You don't have to follow me everywhere," she said. Jack looked up at her, tilting his head.

"I don't want to," Jack replied simply. Y/n shrugged.

"Whatever you want," she said, smiling slightly. She glanced as she walked back into the kitchen/living room area, seeing that he followed right behind her.

"The kid will be here any minute now, and his name is Archer," Y/N told Jack, turning to face him. She came to a realization. Archer was going to freak out if he saw Jack. Y/N thought to herself, knowing that the coat and scarf wouldn't hide much for long, but Archer was going to be here for a while.

"Maybe you should go into my room when he gets here," Y/N said, putting her hands in her pockets. Jack looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"Because, Jack, you're a little... different-looking." Y/n said, trying not to cringe at his own words. "Not that that's a bad thing. It just means that people will see you differently than I do, especially at first  glance." She patted the side of his mask.

"Is it because I'm a scary monster?" He asked bluntly, staring at Y/N. The words were swept out of her, and she took a minute to gather her thoughts.

"Just a little bit," Y/N mumbled under her breath. She looked back up at him. "Who told you that?" Y/n asked softly. Jack almost answered, but he was cut off by the doorbell.

"That's them," Y/n said urgently, gently guiding Jack to her room against his will. Jack let himself be brought to Y/N's room without protest. Y/N shut the door, and it all went quiet. Jack paused for a few moments before glancing around. Something caught his eye—something shiny.

Y/N opened the door with a smile. Archer, a boy with messy blonde hair and brown eyes, glared at Y/N. The mother smiled and nudged Archer inside.

"Sorry for such short notice. Our nanny is out sick," the mother said. Y/N shook it off.

"It's all good; I wasn't doing anything today anyway," Y/N replied, letting Archer inside. The mother thanked her and hurried back to her expensive-looking car.

Archer scowled and went straight to the living room. He put his feet on the coffee table and turned on what he wanted to watch. It didn't fail to make Y/N upset that he had his shoes on the table.

Y/N closed the door and looked at Archer.

"Do you really have to have your feet on the table?" She asked, frowning.

"Yeah, actually, I do," he said in a snarky tone, shooting Y/N a nasty look before resuming his show. Y/N's eyebrows shot up, and he snatched the remote out of his hands, turning off the TV.

"Hey!" Archer whined, reaching back for the remote.

"Dude, you're like four; shut up." Y/N smirked, going to the kitchen and putting the remote on top of the fridge, next to the cheese balls.

"I'm seven and a half!" He argued, standing up. He didn't really know what to do for fun now that the remote was gone, but since he is spoiled, he knew he wanted to be upset.

Y/N scoffed. "The half doesn't count," she rebuttalled.

"It does too!" He said, stomping a foot on the ground.

"I'll make you stand in the corner, bud." Y/N threatened, pointing to the corner with cobwebs in it. At this point, she was just messing with him. She couldn't deny that it was funny to watch his blood boil.

"You're dumb..." Archer grumbled, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed and his face full of anger.

"What was that?" Y/N asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he mumbled under his breath.

Jack walked over to the shiny object on Y/N's desk. It was a bottle of perfume, but to Jack, it looked like some sort of crystal bottle. He picked it up and shook it. Hearing the sloshing sounds from inside, he set the perfume back down.

Jack's eyes went to all the other things in the room. He snooped around for hours upon hours. Occasionally, he could hear Y/N talking with Archer from the other room.

Jack went over to Y/N's bed and sat on it, looking around at all the stuff. He had a lot of patience. If Y/N wanted him here, he was going to stay here. He looked outside to see that it was early afternoon now.

Jack looked between the door of Y/N's room and the window. He quietly lifted the window up and slipped outside. He needed a quick snack.

Archer turned over on the couch with a sour expression. Y/N went back to her room to sleep for the night, leaving him to sleep on the couch. Archer tossed and turned, eventually opening his eyes to the dimly lit living room.

The room was quiet, with only the soft hum of the ceiling fan filling the silence. He listened for any noise from Y/N's room; nothing. His eyes drifted up to the fridge.

The remote.

With a smug look, he carefully pulled the covers off of himself and set them aside. His eyes were focused on the remote as he tip-toed through the living room, past the hallway, and into the entrance of the kitchen.

He looked back in the hallway, making sure Y/N wasn't going to catch him.

CREEEAKKKK.

Archer's head snapped back to the kitchen, where the loud floorboard groaned. A tall, dark, skinny figure was standing in front of the fridge, licking the empty container of cheese balls clean.

Archer's face went pale, and he froze at the horrific sight of the creature's giant, sharp, bloody teeth. He took a step back, but his legs felt like jelly beneath him. Jack's head slowly turned to look at Archer, his tongue licking over his large teeth.

Archer stumbled back and let out a bloodcurdling scream.