Normal III Anti/JackSepticEye X Reader III

Where am I?

-Jack-

I woke up with a start. My head was killin' me as I got out of the covers. Looking around, I saw a room that was cream/black with (f/c) splatters of paint over the walls. I quickly realized this wasn't my room, but when I shot up I got struck with pain. I let out an almost scream of a groan. I gripped my green hair as I heard a door open. I turned to the sound.

He was there.

Still dressed in all black, but this time with socks instead of shoes. His hands with black fingerless gloves held a glass in one and something smaller in the other. He started to walk towards me, and I tried to back away, but the splitting pain made me stop and hold my head. He sat on the bed.

"Here."

He held out his hand, the glass had water and the little thing was a red and blue pill.

"Are ya tryin' ta drug me?"

"It's pain killers. If I wanted ya dead, you'd already be."

True that.

I took the pill and put it in my mouth and swallowed it with the water. Almost instantly the pain left, making my eyes light up.

"Wow! That worked well! Thanks!"

"Don't mention it."

"My name's Sean, but you can call me Jack. You?"

"Not even my neighbors know that question."

"Uh. Okay?"

That made me uncomfortable. I'm in a house, with a guy I don't know, and with no way home. I gulped and he turned to me.

"Nervous about somethin' Jack?"

"N-nah. Ya gotta bathroom?"

"That door."

He pointed a gloved finger to a door in the room. I got up and locked the door behind me. I turned on the sink and splashed water on my face. I looked into the mirror and could have sworn I saw somethin-no, someONE in the reflection. But I blinked and they were gone. I just stayed like that in shock. A pound on the door startled me and I fell on the floor.

"Sorry. Didn't mean ta scare ya lad. Just dot leave the water runnin' unless ya want ta pay the bills."

"Ah!"

I quickly stood up and turned off the faucet.

"Sorry 'bout that."

"No worries."

I got out to see him standing there and waiting. I gulped.

"Ya got a preference?"

"Huh?"

"For breakfast?"

He rolled his (e/c) eyes as I realized what he meant.

"Oh! Bacon and eggs, if ya don't mind."

"Nah. Pick some clothes from the top drawer then come down. Your clothes are drenched in sweat."

He left before I could thank him. I felt my clothes and literally just realized they were stiff from sweat. I took off my shirt and looked through the clothes. I found a green and white t-shirt to my liking and black jeans. I carried my clothes and walked out of the room.

Okay. His house. Was huge.

His bedroom was the master, I think, and it sat on a loft with two staircases to the side. A chandelier hung in front of the railing and there was another door to the left. A delicious smell wafted to my nose, and I ran down the stairs like a child. More rooms awaited me, so I let my nose to the job. Following the smell, I was met with a designer kitchen and the guy was sizzling eggs. As I gawked at the kitchen, he noticed me.

"Hey Jack. You want sunny side up or scrambled?"

"Hm. I'll go with da sunny side."

"Aight'."

As I sat down with my back faced to him, he put down a plate with a perfectly cooked egg and two strips of bacon. He took the seat across from me and started eating his (choice). I picked up a fork nervously.

Jack it might be poisoned.

I know that ya Doof.

Do you want me to kill this person?!

Sorry! Sorry! Don't do anything to him! He's been only nice to us!

Yeah, but he hasn't even told us a name.

Good point.

I started eating and it tasted AMAZING!

"This is great! You're a great chef!"

"Nuthin' much."

"...Hey, I don't wanna sound rude, but can ya give me somthin' ta call ya?"

He thought about it for a bit.

"Ya can call me Jay."

"Jay be a nice name."

"Heh. Don't wear it out."

"No worries lad. I won't."

He stood up and grabbed my clothes, which I had left on the seat next to me.

"Ya mind washin' the dishes? I need to take care of these."

"Uh, sure."

He walked out and I started washing the dishes. By the time I was done, he came back with different clothes. A beanie completely covering his hair, the same bandana, a sweatshirt that went below his waist, and black jeans. He came over and opened a drawer near the sink. I took a peek up to see a bag/box of (fav food). He went on his tip toes but still couldn't reach it. It was then that I realized he was shorter than my shoulder height, which was pretty short. I dried my hands off and grabbed it for him with ease. I could tell he was about to say something when someone spammed the doorbell and shouted.

"Open up!"

I saw him start to the door.

"It better not me him."

I heard him mutter. That voice sounded familiar...

Like a certain red-haired YouTuber....

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Hi! Now, don't spam me about your height like you did last time. You're short here, okay?! Probably last chapter of today. Kirby out!