CreepyPasta x Reader

Cooking Lessons- Eyeless Jack

You were always a curious child. Growing up, you always craved knowledge and learning and set out to conquer every skill that you could.
Due to this, you were a master of most musical instruments, had a good grip on pretty much every sport you tried and were even considered a prodigy at various art forms.
Oddly enough you couldn't cook to save your life.
Every attempt to make something more complex than cereal resulted in fires, frostbite or a combination of the two. You once lit ramen on fire while it was still in the water. You needed serious help.
Determined to fix this, you enrolled yourself in some local cooking classes.
As you showed up to the first night, you were filled with nothing but hope.
Sadly after the first five minutes, the building was filled with nothing but fire and smoke.
Luckily you put the fire out, but sadly you were kicked out and banned from ever entering again.
So much for that place.
The next time you tried to take a course in ice-cream making. It was going really well until the teacher brought out the liquid nitrogen. You panicked and ended up spilling the dangerous chemical all over the floor, shattering the carpet into a billion tiny, glittering fragments.
Once again, they chucked you out and forbid you to ever come back.
In your third attempt you tried to take a course on smoothies and juicing but that one...that one ended so badly it hurt for you to think about.
As you walked out of the building, covered in the blood of crushed fruits and vegetables, you couldn't help but feel totally hopeless.
"Hey." A muffled voice called out to you You looked to your side and saw a figure leaning casually against the building, a grey hoodie on with a mask covering their face.
"Yes, you. The one covered in juice." You walked closer to the figure, still staying a safe distance away.
"Yeah?"
"I've seen you around, looking to learn how to cook."
It looked like the figure could be a boy, and the voice, though muffled, sounded to be around your age.
"I guess so yeah. Though after what happened in there I'm ready to give up and resign myself to eating cereal for the rest of my life." The boy chuckled. At least, you thought he did.
He walked closer to you and offered you his hand. "Name's Jack."
You shook hands and studied his mask.
It was blue, with black holes filling in as the eye sockets. There was black goo dripping down from the holes and in that moment you weren't scared, not at all. You were intrigued. You'd seem it somewhere before.
"[Y/N]. Nice to meet you."
"Indeed it is." He said in a voice that made your heart skip a beat.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but it's getting late, and I'd hate to keep you out when it's so dark. This city is a dangerous place for someone as gorgeous as you." He walked off. "I'll see you later, [Y/N]!" He called after him.
"Oh, uh, alright!" You say, standing for a moment, taking in what just happened. Smiling softly to yourself you turn and walk home, temporarily forgetting your cooking problems.
A few days later something peculiar happened. You woke up to find a small plate of pancakes sitting on your kitchen counter. Confused and hungry, you devoured them. Only later did you realize that someone could've put something dangerous in them, but oh well. They were amazing.
Full of pancakes, you began to get ready for your day.
The same thing happened a few days later, though this time it was a bowl of soup with a small note attached.
You picked the note up.
I prefer kidneys myself, but I hope beef stew will satisfy you.
Vaguely concerned you put the soup in the fridge and went about your day.
While sitting at your computer, daydreaming about Jack, it suddenly hit you where you'd seen the mask before.
You googled Eyeless Jack and surrounded yourself with a mass of stories, fanfic and fan art of him. Your crush was really getting out of hand.
It kept happening for weeks afterwards, someone would leave you food and occasionally a note. One day you decided to stay up as see who was doing this, because as amazing as the food was, someone was still breaking into your house to put it there.
That night you hid under the table and waited for someone to come into the room.
Just as you were dozing off, the window slid open. You scurried out, only to see Jack crouching in the window frame.
"...hey?" You began.
He awkwardly waved and in the process slid out of the window onto the counter.
"Uh-hey."
You stood and watched him, heart beating a million miles a second, partially out of fear and partially out of adoration.
"So...the food thing." He sat up and rubbed his head.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"...why did you...why?"
He shrugged. "Cause I could and I wanted to see to again."
"You could've just gone to my front door, you know."
"But you're so much more peaceful when you sleep."
"Maybe even asked me on a date-wait you watched me sleep?" Panic crept into your voice. He chuckled and slid off the counter.
"Nope. But you are right." He said, walking closer to you.
"...what about?" You asked, trying not to make it obvious that you just wanted to reach up and kiss the crap out of his mask. He was right in front of you now, looking down at you.
He slinked his arms around your waist.
"About asking you out on a date." You squeaked and blushed at the contact.
"Uh-yeah, yeah. I mean, yes I'd love to-" You mutter to him.
"I figured." He said quietly. "I mean, I did get you dinner and didn't ask for much in return."
"I know. So how 'bout a little payment?" You said softly, before slowly reaching up and lifting his mask enough for you to kiss him gently.
"...worth it." He murmured before reaching down and kissing you once more.