Kitten and Yarn. (Eyeless Jack, Sequel.)

Chapter 4

(Is it bad I brushed my newly straightened hair- woop woop!- exactly two hundred and sixty nine times to relieve stress?

Anyways, enjoy the story! ;D)

I watched around the room, to be honest, I was excites as fuck that everyone seemed so happy, it usually had a bad aura around here, everything seemed musky and dark.

Like the universe was clouded with smoke ever since my mother had died years ago.

But, behind every cloud was a sun.

I glanced at Jacky once more, who was just glaring at me darkly.

I paid no mind, he wasn't always like this, only when I did something inappropriate or misbehaved.

Yes, he was like my father.

He muttered some curse words under his breath that I couldn't make out, but I was certain that every one of them were about me.

That brought a smirk to my face.

Let just say, I misbehaved a lot.

I stood to my feet and trotted off to the kitchen, where I found this scary-as-fuck human like creepypasta.

A wide grin was on his face but he wasn't even noticing I was there.

His fingers weren't even skin, just metal.

Like a robots.

I wanted to just poke his shoulder and ask if he needed help, but how would I communicate?

I shrugged and started Rolling some type of meat in flour and plopping it into the fryer.

I guess Slendy was having some sort of get together today.

I let the meat soak in the grease and started making some peas and corn.

The stranger paid no mind and started skinning potatoes and literally mashing them with his iron fist.

It reminded me of Iron Man combined with the hulk.

I watched Jeff walk in, a clear laugh coming from his throat.

I based that off of vision.

Then I noticed what was in his hand.

Liquor.

Oh so it was the kind of get together where I had to stay upstairs the entire time?

Slendermans orders.

I shook my head and watched his arm fling over the other mans shoulder and both started talking and laughing.

Oh what Id do for one mere drink.

I've been wasted once- only by the help of Laughter, but that was back when he didnt give a flying fuck about my age.

Now he's more fatherly, but that fun father every body wants.

I felt his warm arm scoop around my shoulders and his alcoholic breath on my neck.

I cringed and looked up at Jeff.

He wasn't talking to me, just watching my 'amazing' cooking skills to make canned vegetables.

After a while he pat my back and left the kitchen, leaving me and this mystery stranger alone.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, but it was medal.

And cold as shit.

"My name is Reggie." He signed and a smile peeked at his lips.

It was almost like he was forced to grin though, since the grin never left his tanned face.

He had long, black-brunette ish hair and brown eyes.

I didn't take notice in his attractiveness since I knew I was more of a Tomboy at heart , and I don't usually 'check people out' or whatever.

I would occasionally joke around and tell Jacky or Laughter he looked 'sexy' or even Jeff sometimes.

But I never meant anything by it, they just looked nice is all.

What surprised me was that this Reggie could speak sign language.

"Kitten." I signed and held a hand out.

Immediately I felt a sting of cold iron medal grasp my hand.

His shake was gentle, and I smiled my sweetest and kept cooking.

Drunk ass idiots kept running in and out of the kitchen with more and more drinks in hand.

Once the food was done and all of it was set down on the coffee table, Reggie walked out to join everyone.

I opened the fridge quietest as I could and grabbed a low liquor bottle from it.

I was going to try this, only one sip.

I twisted off the cap and cringed at the horrible smell from the nearly empty bottle in hand.

And I thought corpses smelt like shit...

I pulled up my hood with sown cat ears on the top and my name sown into it.

Cheesy, I know, but it was a gift when I was little from the greatest guys I knew.

Jack1 and Jack2.

I gulped down the rest of the bottle and tossed it into the trash quickly, but the taste was still there.

Terrible.

It tasted like crap.

I admit, I had a small buzz, but it was enough to pull off.

I felt like a little kid who found his mommys vibrator.

I was excited, guilty, but curious all at one time.

And after around twenty minutes, I knew it wasn't 'just a buzz'.

I couldn't control my actions.

And sooner or later, I was going to do something terrible.

I sat on the couch and laid my head onto Jacky's hoody.

He was still pissed, I felt him tense up and grunt, making an aimless effort to get me the hell off.

I silently laughed up at him.

"Don't be so angry Jacky, just chill." I signed and a grin found my lips as I lifted his blue mask slightly, revealing sharp ass teeth.

And the answer to the question earlier, I was going to mess up sooner.

I kisses his lips softly, and damn I don't regret it.

(Things are gettin hawt in here!

So take off all yur clothes ;)

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