Witness {Eyeless Jack x Reader}

Witness {Eyeless Jack X Reader} Chapter 8

  It'd been nearly two weeks since that first day when you met your... friend? You've come quite a bit in such a short time, in a way you weren't sure if it was good or not. You were more accustomed to being around a killer and your moments of fear were less frequent. Of course you could never forget that he could easily kill you, and remove your organs, just the thought made you shudder. Despite this you felt mostly safe around him, he never showed any signs of wanting to hurt you.

Sure he'd tease you, sometimes giving threats but they never scared you much. That's a lie, but they were starting to scare you less. Aside for his teasing he liked asking a lot of questions too, it seemed he really wasn't used to interacting with people and barely understood other humans. He even talked like he wasn't human sometimes, but it was insane to think he could be anything else. Obviously supernatural beings and aliens don't exist. Jack was a monster, you couldn't forget, but not in a literal sense.

His questions were simple and usually got easy truthful answers. As you got more comfortable speaking to him, or you could get words out without fear of him lashing out, you'd ask the questions back to him. His response was always interesting. Sometimes he'd answer, sometimes he'd ignore the question, and sometimes he'd fully admit he doesn't have an answer. In the end you really didn't learn much about him. He didn't spend a lot of time around others, when he wasn't killing, so he didn't seem to fully understand certain things you considered normal.

Over the course of the past few days you'd gotten less and less alone time. At first you kept a pattern of trying to stay in the living room most of the day until around the time Jack came, but that didn't last long. He started coming sooner, to the point where you couldn't tell how long he'd been waiting for you. Upon realizing he wasn't going to stay strictly a night visitor you just stayed in your room most of the day and entertained yourself with the computer. Your family understood your hesitance to go outside again, though you were starting to want to at least go into the yard for a bit but you hadn't yet.

As for your police protection, after the night they ran off and left you alone they didn't come back. You weren't sure but you had a feeling Jack was involved in that somehow. When an officer came to apologize and ask if you'd still like them to watch over the house for a few days your mother sternly told them no. Thankfully she was on your side after hearing the cops just made you more paranoid. That was the truth but you were sure you pushed it so hard since Jack would be unhappy with the police still around.

Look at you, your life had become centered around a killer. Staying with him like a pet and making sure he was always happy. This wasn't how you ever saw your summer going, it seemed too crazy to be real sometimes. If anything less than your life would be at risk you'd tell Jack to leave forever then call the police on him. Or you thought you would, you weren't confident anymore. You'd gotten so used to his company it was almost nice.


An annoyed groan left your mouth as you threw yourself back onto your bed. What were you thinking? He is a killer, you needed to stop thinking like this. You weren't going to be some victim getting attached to her captor. Well you weren't really being held captive per say but it was a similar situation.

"What was that for?" His voice startled you a bit and you shot up again, slightly wide eyes staring agape at the male who just climbed through your window. You know, now that you think about it you're pretty sure that window had a screen before summer break started. Of course that wouldn't stop a killer but you'd have to make sure your parents didn't find out.

"Ah uh... Just-" You needed an excuse so you didn't have to tell him you were thinking about him, and getting frustrated. You moved your hands around the bed looking for something to give you inspiration before finding your phone, the screen open to your recent texting. "I asked my mom to get me some food and she said she's coming home late! I was just irritated I wouldn't get any snacks." Even when nervously grasping for lies you still spoke a lot calmer and almost happier when talking to Jack now.

He seemed more comfortable around you too, at least you thought so. As he'd started doing, he immediately came in and sat on your bed facing you. He even pulled his hood down, letting you see his pretty, messy, soft looking hair. Focus, don't get distracted by that every time! You moved yourself a bit to give him more room, since he was a pretty tall person and your bed wasn't the biggest. Your feet, pulled up to your chest almost, were just a few inches from his legs, which were crossed. The idea of physical contact still made you nervous for many reasons.

You were a little awkward with it in general, even to your friends at times. He was technically a boy, who you assumed was around your age. He was a serial killer. You actually found yourself liking the small amounts of affection you'd had before and didn't want it to go further, you didn't want to get attached to this man!

His response to your lies was a short nod, making his hair bounce just a little. It was kind of cute. The topic of food, brought upon by you, reminded you of when you had the great idea of asking what he liked. At first he didn't answer but then he said he didn't want to tell you yet. Let's say that day was full of horrible theorizing, and a few joke thoughts, but an answer was never found.


"Hey Jack?" You spoke up suddenly after a few moments of silent staring at the killer. He stared back at you, his head tilted ever so slightly that you took it as an invitation to keep talking. "... I-I was wondering um-" You found yourself getting nervous again, it was always easier to talk when he started. "Why don't you ever take your jacket off? It's summer and my room isn't that cold." It was your turn to tilt your head at your own innocent question.

At first there was no kind of acknowledgement to the question at all. Then he moved to start pulling his sleeves down a bit. "It's to hide my skin. I don't have much problem with it but many humans find it odd and will stare if I'm not covered. I wonder if seeing it will make you think I'm a monster again." Going off only his voice, it sounded like he was teasing you whilst pulling the black hoodie off of his body.

You weren't really prepared for what you saw, but after his ominous words it was tame compared to your imagination. His skin was just an unnatural grey color that looked kind of gross, you wouldn't say that though. Without the jacket he was left in just a plain dark short sleeved shirt, giving a good view of his grey arms.

You weren't really thinking, just running on impulse, when you reached out a hand to run it along his lower arm. An odd shiver went down your spine, you blamed it on the awkwardness of human contact mixed with the coldness of his skin. It wasn't freezing but it clearly wasn't average body temperature. It was, however, smooth and felt kind of nice. He didn't say a word in response to your touch, he just sat and watched you.

"Are you scared again yet?" There was a hint of teasing to his tone, like he wanted you to be scared and shake from his gaze alone again, but it also sounded like a real question. He wanted honesty, he wanted to know if you feared him still. While you did you were also overwhelmed with the hope and trust that he wouldn't hurt you as long as you didn't upset him. Your answer was soft, nearly a whisper, and you didn't look up at him either as you spoke. You just said what felt right, what you really felt without thinking too much into it.

"Not really..."