Stag [An Eyeless Jack × Reader]

Little research

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>FAILURE

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>RUNNING SYSTEM AGAIN

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>FAILURE

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>OPEN FILE [WORK_IN_PROGRESS]

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>TRANSMISSION START

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The audio room is interesting. It definitely looks ‘lived in’. 

X-Virus definitely took the time to decorate! A small mattress sits in the corner with a blanket and no pillow. The ground is 70% granola bar wrappers and research papers. 

I pick one up randomly, on the top it says “deer anatomy”. As it says the paper depicts a crude outline of a deer's silhouette with its organs highlighted in different colors. 

I sat the laptop on top of a desk that sat across from the bed. Underneath the desk looked like some kind of hidey hole. 

A large circular metal device that apparently moves. When spun a certain way, one could simply get under it and then spin it back around to hide themselves. 

Why would he have something like that? 

I side eye the laptop, still open on that messaging app Jac- I mean, E.J, told me about. 

I close it and look around the room to get some sort of bearings. There's a box behind a bunch of others labeled “lab coats”. This is probably what Toby meant by clothes. 

Oh, there's another box here that says ‘stolen goods’. I opened it out of curiosity, and what I found shocked me. Watches and duct tape galore. Also, a few pieces of clothing! 

Nothing special, but anything will do. There's no time to be picky about what I wear. 

I start to strip and check my body for any new developments. The antler accidentally falls out of my pocket. I stiffen, fully preparing for it to jump back into my side again, but it seems to be fine now. [I'll just put it nearby, just in case]

There's a large scar on my stomach, but it's very faded, it looks like it'll disappear overnight. That's… nice? 

The only good thing about this situation is my body will repair any damage done to me. 

Where did it all go wrong?

I shouldn't have been out in those woods. I wasn't even clocked in. I should have just headed home for the night and went in the morning. 

Now I'm here in some safe harbor for criminals and apparently they're infecting deer for some… thing. 

Normally, animal diseases have a hard time infecting humans, but by the looks of things, something supernatural is happening here. 

What did they call it? Their “boss”? That creature is definitely at charge here. But it didn't seem that dangerous, just, freaky. 

I change into new clothes that are somewhat comfortable and sit on the bed, laptop beside me.