Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Getting To Know Eyeless Jack

I yawned as I sat up in bed, stretching before making my way into the livingroom. I wore a pair of oversize pajama pants and a tanktop/over shirt, both were (favorite color). I froze in my spot to see Eyeless Jack standing down the hall. I jumped slightly, taking a step back and clutching where my heart is. "Jeez, you scared me", I said sternly, I could barely hear him whisper a sorry. I walked into the livingroom, he followed me nonchalantly, sitting across the couch from me. "Are you hungry, Jack?" I questioned, looking towards him; I watched as he hesitantly nodded his head. "Do you.. eat anything other than kidneys?" I questioned, he seemed to tense, but nodded his head. "Okay.. so, French Toast is good, right?" I questioned, he chuckled some. "Yeah.. it's-it's fine", he said, I smiled slightly. He really was adorable.. I walked into the kitchen, he seemed to follow me aimlessly. I grabbed a loaf of bread out of the pantry, along with some ground cinnamon. Jack pulled out a carton of eggs and some milk, shrugging sheepishly as he put them down next to the bread and cinnamon. "Could you grab the sugar for me?" I questioned, he nodded, coming back with a bag of sugar. "Thank you", I said in a sing-song tone.

"Do you need to take off your jacket? I mean, my apartment's AC is kind of broken and the heat is always on full blast", I said, he headed off, I turned as he walked out of the kitchen. Walling back quickly wearing a grey shirt. He had shaggy brown hair, his skin was Farley pale with a grey tinge to it, he had broad shoulders, the shirt was pretty baggy, but it wasn't hard to see he did have some muscular build to him. I blushed, averting my eyes and looking at the counter. "Ev-everythig okay, (your name)?" Jack asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, I nodded my head. "Yeah, yeah, I-I'm fine", I smiled at him, I imagined he smiled back behind his mask. We both began to cook the French Toast together in some awkward silence. "Hey, Jack", he looked up at me," what exactly do you like to do?" I asked, he shrugged slightly. "I like.. to draw and read... sometimes I sing.." he said, saying that he sang in a quiet voice. "Aw, okay", I said, smiling," that sounds like a lot of fun." "What do you like to do.. in your free time?" Jack asked, I bit my bottom lip. "Well, I love listening to music, I'll dance if in a good enough mood, sing even, I love art, and try to draw, and I like to read and watch television", I said, he nodded. "That's cool.." he said, we talked a bit more about what got us into those hobbies, what Jack likes to draw, which I found to be nature and scenery.

"Jack.. quick question..." I said, he looked at me," how did you get in my house?" He froze momentarily, chuckling. "I have my ways.." he said finally, I laughed a bit. "No, but really", I said, he shrugged. "Hey, breakfast is done, let's go eat", he said hurriedly, trying to change the topic, grabbing a plate and filling it with French Toast, I laughed, rolling my eyes. He doused his french toast with butter and syrup, causing me to laugh. 'Wow, you really like syrup", I laughed, he laughed slightly. "And butter", he added, I slightly pushed his shoulder in a joking way. "Don't worry, I won't get fat.... I'm immortal!!' He yelled yhe last part with power, I laughed harder than I should. "Well, lucky you, I'm already beginning to get over weight", I said, he stopped laughing and looked at me. "I mean, see.. I'm kinda.. meh", I said, he shook his head, embracing me in a warm hug. "I think you look perfect", he whispered, I felt my heart speed up, and I wrapped my arms around his torso, his grip tightening around my waist. I could feel my cheeks grow a dark shade of red, my blushing definitely becoming noticable. He pulled away, chuckling slightly and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"You want to eat?" He questioned, I bit my bottom lip, nodding my head. We sat down in the livingroom, Jack took the remote and turned on Adventure Time, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he laughed. "It's a good show", he insisted, I smiled, going along with it.