What Does Love Look Like? (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter 2

The door to the dining room opened up unceremoniously. Heads turned, intrigued by the sudden sound. A pair of red pupils suspended in a sea of black stared at the lanky Slenderman, cheeks and green attire stained with tears of blood. The boy looked much younger, his blond hair as vibrant as his youth. Farther up the table sat a woman as pale as Jeff but seemingly more mature, her eyes as hollow as the black dress accentuating her curves and the hair hanging down her shoulders. Closest to the door, however, was another male with features hidden behind his blue mask. Mysterious black liquid seemed to ooze from his eyes and you wondered if it was normal for people to cry this much. Not that you could judge; you felt like crying just by being in their presence.

Slenderman approached the mahogany table, big enough to fit at least a party of twelve. The few guests that had arrived straightened their backs in attention to their host. The tension in the air was rich enough to shut everyone's mouth, even the profane one from the white hooded attacker. You silently observed behind the door frame. The others seemed to have noticed you but didn't say a word.

"Come, child," Slenderman beckoned you to him and you decided to slowly approach the table. "Good evening to you all. I would like to introduce this lovely young lady, [Y/N]."

One of the members whistled in intrigue; you were not sure who. "You getting lonely at night, Slender?" The voice sounded feminine, causing you to stare at the lascivious woman in wonder. You were unfamiliar with her innuendo.

A cough erupts from said man, "That is highly innapropriate, Jane. Besides, our relationship is none of your concern."

"Five bucks he's banging her." The blond boy chuckled; he barely sounded like he reached the age of thirteen. You felt confused, does Slender hit people when he gets lonely? But, he's never once hit you or Sally...

"Knock it off, Ben." Finally, a voice came out from the blue mask. Bored but masculine, his words fell on deaf ears. Everyone other than him and Slenderman were laughing at their jokes. Or what you could only assume were jokes, your past didn't grant you the chance to understand their colloquialism.

"Jack is right," So that's the doctor, "I demand you put a stop to such immature behaviour!" The laughing stopped, and all attention was drawn to the well-suited creature once more. You saw a few eyes wander to you, as if trying to figure out the enigma you were.

"Weren't you gonna do something about your arm candy's hand, Slender?" You heard Jeff's voice, who had now taken a seat at the table. The anxiety of the situation made you almost forget the fact you were still injured.

"Perhaps if you would all shut your traps, I can direct Jack and [Y/N] to the first aid kit in this floor's nearby bathroom." As if on queue, Jack sighed and got up from his chair. He walked towards you and you hid behind Slenderman in defense. A white hand rustled your hair, as if in comfort. You looked up to see an equally white face nod to you in silent reassurance. Your shoulders slumped as your will was shattered by your respect for your caretaker's wishes. You did not look at Jack. Instead, you left for said bathroom, hearing his unfamiliar footsteps following you from behind. "Now, a word about you children's behaviour. Especially you, Jeffery..."

You sat on top of a lidded toilet, carefully watching a stranger rummage through the compartment underneath the sink. Nervously you squeezed your hand, expecting for him to turn on you and attack at any moment. He did not. He emerged from his search, succesfully pulling out a small box of medical supplies.

"Gimme your hand," he presented his hand to you; an expression of distrust graced your face. "Slender's orders, remember?."

You grunted and reluctantly gave him your bleeding hand. He examined it carefully, turning it every which way to get a better look. You realized how deep the cut was, digging a little less than a centimeter into your hand. It stretched across your entire palm and was barely able to clot up any blood to stop the bleeding.