𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | Yandere Creepypasta X Reader

𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳. . .

Jack rocked his sibling alongside his body. The younger one is already asleep as they breathe steadily. Even if Eyeless Jack knew he couldn't give off any body warmth, he thought - read: hoped - that the action will be enough to show and give off some semblance of warmth and comfort.

A beep soon resounded through the room and Archer's voice was heard, "Excellent work, Eyeless Jack. Patient Number 08 hasn't been sleeping properly and it clearly isn't ideally wanted, so thank you for the service." In response, Eyeless Jack huffed in pride, "Why of course, I am their brother after all. And maybe it's because you guys just aren't accommodating my sibling's needs properly?" The demon asked in an accusatory manner and behind the mic, Archer looked exasperated, "Must I remind you that your kind is extremely hard to understand? And don't think of bringing the information the Foundation keeps, Zalgo is smart enough to get rid of everything until his sudden disappearance. Plus, we're not even one of the buildings that the Foundation could give a damn to, we don't even have Class Ds in here. We never even knew about the existence of Zalgo, Zahir, Azumi and Chernbog."

If Eyeless Jack could, he'd feel sympathy for them, not knowing anything about the three realms and such. Not like he cared, it was an advantage point really, especially since it meant that once he can get into contact with an ally, this facility wont know a thing about it. Though he does wonder how the last four demons are doing, he hoped a certain two are suffering while the other two are just doing fine by themselves since they haven't really done anything to piss him off.

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A melody was sung through the kitchen softly as a woman stood over a counter and prepared a sandwich. Bread, lettuce, meat, tomato, a slice of cheese, and bread again. She repeated this four times.

She soon looked up at a cupboard and opened it where bowls, plated and chopping boards are stored and she took out a wood chopping board, closed the cupboard and placed the chopping board down on the counter. She checked to make sure it wasn't dirty, no dust or anything on it that could ruin the sandwich she dutifully prepared.

Once she was sure it was clean, she reached over for a knife, placed one of the sandwiches on the board and started to cut it into four triangles and repeated this to the other sandwiches. When she was done, she left the triangle sandwiches on the board, carefully dropped the knife in the sink, opened the cupboard once more to take out a plate, closed the cupboard again and looked at the plate.

It was a pretty plate. Porcelain white and a full circle with the edges curved up, there was a design in the middle, two foxes, one an adult and the other a cub. The two foxes were huddled together above the snow as a few pink flowers were there. She smiled at the design, before carefully placing the sandwiches in a neat pattern on it.

She went on to the sink, turning the tap on to clean up the two items she finished using until she heard soft footsteps approaching her. The scent of her child going up her nostrils as she turned around once she knew her child was at the entry of the kitchen.

"Mama, are you going to be done?" Her child asked and without their knowledge, she stiffened up at the sight. She can't help but feel disgusted at the sight of them, at the knowledge that they no longer carry a flower with them, it's disgusting to the core, nauseating even. Her head started to pound, her vision doubled and blurred as her ears ringed and her mind reminded her of the screaming, cries and moans she had heard.

She smiled, "Sweetie, come here and give mama a hug, will you?" She asked and her child brightened up and quickly ran up to hug her. And the screams were next to be heard.

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"Ugh, Mister Glutton, you've been eating so much lately, it ought to be the time you start getting into a diet." A redhead said, glaring at a large, bumpy and goofy looking toy snake. The redhead took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands, the cloth soon being stained red before it was thrown onto the trash bin with no care. "Then again, there have been a lot of disobedient customers, so I cannot blame you for being 'hangry' as people call it."

"Mister Glutton is looking especially full today, Toymaker." A voice commented, "Too chubby to the point I'm surprised he hasn't exploded yet." He mocked. The Toymaker only rolled his eyes, "Oh, shut it, Puppeteer. Let the snake eat as much as he wants, I'll put it on a diet soon enough."

The Puppeteer chuckled at that, his golden eyes crinkling upwards and changed the subject, "I've heard from a little dove that you gave the prison cube to the proxies so that they can give it to Azumi. Too lazy to go to the place where you belong?" He mocked but the Toymaker didn't give much care, "I just don't want to sully my outfit with the cinders and soot of the Monster Realm, that's all. And I still have a toy store to run and business is business even with all the wealth I have from hacking into my 'mummy' and 'daddy's' bank account."

The Puppeteer hummed at that, he didn't listen but made the effort to give a reply, "Either way, news has it that the Slenderman had finally located his creeps." He announced and the Toymaker now looked interested, "Really? After half a decade of not finding them? It must have really fallen from its grace, has it?" The Puppeteer only nodded his head and continued his announcement, "It's said that the Slenderman will soon recruit a few strays to help him get his creeps back, you know how he is, a recluse and rarely wish to go through more populated areas even when he used to do it back then. I still remember the myths."

The Toymaker stayed silent in thought, moving to clean up his work desk where various blue prints of new toys are laid out, "Well, I suppose that much is expected. No matter how powerful it is, it doesn't like to do the job itself. Any other things the little dove has said?" He asked and his current companion leaned against the wall, "They said that one of Zalgo's kids is in there. The sex toy of his if I recall correctly."

The Toymaker raised a brow at that, wondering who they were implying before asking, "Child. . . Of Zalgo but also his sex toy. . . Is it the one who everyone just magically like?" The Puppeteer nodded his head in answer and Toymaker just nodded, "I see. . . Well, it won't be a bad move for it to capture them then, could be used as leverage against Zalgo if planned properly. I only ask that Slenderman would pay us fairly once we're done helping it."