𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲 | Eyeless Jack X reader

Chapter XII

As the evil-Link-doppelgänger begins to laugh and mutter something to himself I use this time to take charge in the conversation.

"What are you? What are these horrific movies that you make?"

He immediately stops laughing. He looks at me with cold and dead eyes.

"If these tapes are 'so horrific', then why are you watching them? You could have stoped."
He begins laughing again.
"But you're one of the self proclaimed 'good' people, aren't you? You're just so moral and pure! You look away at the sight of blood and throw up when you see a corpse in public. But in private... oh in private enjoy this. I know you do."

He comes closer to me, taunting me.
"Why else then you would continue watching after seeing that poor little boys mangled, hanging corpse?"

Then suddenly his entire tone shifts. He pats me on the shoulder, grinning.
"I'm just messing with ya. But you did fall for it though. You looked extremely guilty, you should have seen your face. Priceless!"

I get up from the floor and sit on the couch. As 'Ben' looks around the house, examining. Taking note of everything.

"My, my. You've actually managed to make something of this place. I mean, it's still a dump, you know with you still being here and all. But overall you've managed to clean it up relatively nicely, but there's still quite a lot left to be desired... Good for you though, I suppose."
The little green elf man or whatever he is says as he continues his tour around the place.

He lifts up a few of the couch pillows, looks under them, sniffs one, and puts it down.
He opens the fridge, looks inside. Closes it, then opens it again, stares inside for a little longer and then closes the door again.

"Why have you come here? To make fun of me?"
I ask.

"Originally no, but the real question is why have you come here? You're probably not very bright if you've taken up residence here. There are plenty of homeless shelters around the area. Thought I am surprised they haven't recruited you yet, usually these people have a way to sniff each other out."
He says as he rummages in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"It's never embarrassing to seek help or whatever the saying was, I don't really care."
He turns to look at me, flashing the biggest insincere smile.

I'm left there, truly too stunned to speak. Not only did a little elf man pop out of a snuff episode of SpongeBob, but now he's flying around like it's nothing.

"I'm sorry, but none of this is making any sense to me."
I tell him, hoping he could bring me some closure.

"Oh well, get in line."
He responds in the most nonchalant voice possible and floats to me.

"But I do wonder... how did you find yourself living here? You're pretty far from civilisation and this house has been vacant for well over a decade. So your visit here is not random. Someone brought you here, who?"
He says, sitting on one of the armchairs next to the couch. I stay quiet. Then all of the sudden his facial expression changes. It's as if a realisation hit him. He looks at me, astonished.

"Did EJ bring you here?"
He asks, showing genuine concern.

"Who's EJ?"
I ask in return.

"Eyeless Jack."
He responds.

"Eyeless? What do you mean eyeless?"
He can't be blind, I've seen him move around perfectly fine, I've seen him read labels and I watched a movie with him less than 30 minutes ago.

"Well, as in a sense that he doesn't have eyeballs. But he can still see, somehow, which doesn't really make much sense. But hey, what can you do?"
The green goblin person says casually.