Kaneki Ken x Creepypastas

Chapter 7: Voices

(Art work actually is mine 😁. I also apologize for such a long gape between this chapter and my last update. I had a summer school course to do and then reached a small writers block.)

     Kaneki POV

"Are you ready... Ka~neki?"

Rize. She was back. She was in his head again, voice echoing around in his skull. Kaneki didn't need this. He didn't need the sound of her voice reverberating around inside of his head. Plaguing his right mind. Especially with the hunger he was feeling deep in the pit of his stomach.

     Blocking her out, Kaneki turned his attention back to Slenderman, a familiar feeling came to him as he followed him into the room. Just like when I first came to Anteiku. Kaneki stepped into the room, greeted by the same faces as when he had healed, all sitting comfortably at a large table not to far from an even larger kitchen. All deeply immersed in conversation.

     The sound of Slendermans static filled the air and the dinning tables current occupants heads snapped in their direction. Any and all previous conversation ceasing. "Welcome children, as you can see we have a new member joining us today. Although it is under some unfortunate circumstances, I expect you all to behave and treat him as you would anyone else." Slendy willed. "Everyone please meet Mr. Ken Kaneki."

     Kaneki shifted his body a little, feeling a bit awkward at the attention from the people at the table. All who's eyes were now on his healed form. Getting a good look at the young man who, just a few hours ago, had been writhing on the ground covered in his own blood as his battered body put its self back together. "Hello. It's nice to meet yo-", he stopped himself mid sentence. English! Speak English! He mentally scolding himself for forgetting.

     He spoke again, reminding himself to speak in the correct language. "Hello," he greeted with a voice as neutral as ever, accent accompanying his slightly broken English. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Kane-... Ken Kaneki ." A soft smile graced his features and he bowed ever so slightly.

     A few of the looked pleased at his mannerism and others just didn't seem to care. Slenderman guided the half-ghoul towards the table, urging him to take a seat. Kaneki sat down in an empty seat next to two of the girls he had seen earlier, the one with the the wavy brown hair and clock for an eye and the younger girl with wavy brown hair as well- just clumped together with dried blood, and vibrant green eyes.

     Slenderman took a seat at the head of the table, next to the little green eyed girl. "Why don't the rest of you introduce yourselves so we can get to dinner." He suggested.

  The group nodded in response and the boy dressed as Link spoke up. "It's nice to meet you, I'm BEN Drowned. But you can just call me BEN". He spoke with a smile yet Kaneki was still a tad creeped out at the fact that he had eyes like a ghoul but wasn't one at all. And how his voice sounded all glitchy and wavy and off. Kinda like he was drowning. He nodded towards the younger boy, but said nothing.

     Next was the boy with the black hoody and wooden blue mask. "Hi, my name Eyeless Jack, but everyone calls me E.J.", he also sounded quite cheerful and if he was smiling Kaneki had no idea. Kaneki nodded once again and just as he was wondering why the hell anyone would have such weird names, he understood. E.J. must've been called 'Eyeless' because he has no eyes. Which would explain the black ooze replacing where his eyes should've been. How the hell he could still see was beyond him, although it's not like it was the weirdest thing Kaneki's ever seen. He figured that that meant anyone else with an odd name must've had to do with their creepypasta persona. Creepypasta. Seriously, why such a weird name?

     Continuing to work their way down the table, another one of the girls he had seen earlier in the day introduced herself. "I'm Jane... Jane the killer". She sounded calm but Kaneki knew what a persons body language was like when they were on guard. He didn't blame her for being cautious. Anyone normal person that had seen the gruesome show he had put on, would be. But these people weren't normal.

     She wore a short black dress with a long black wig on her head. A white mask with black lips and black lace covering the eyeholes. Her skin, that could be seen, was pale and leathery.

     Beside her was the man wearing the white doctors coat. Little spots of red blood lacing the bottom. He wore a plain whit dress shirt underneath the coat with a loose black tie and black pants. His mouth was covered in a medical mask, the same as before, with a shark tooth grin drawn onto it. In all honesty, the black haired man reminded Kaneki far to much of Professor Kanou. The man who made him the monster he was, even though he knew that they were two completely different people.

     Kaneki would be creeped out with all the smiles and grins on these people's mask and such... but seriously, who was he to talk? "Dr. Smiley" was what the man had called himself. Black hair covering his scarlet eyes, Kaneki could here the man smiling in his voice. The artificial half-ghoul nodded in the other's direction. It was then that he remembered he wasn't wearing his usual eyepatch, and, if this guy really was a doctor then there was a chance...

"Excuse me Smiley-san," Kaneki asked. Dr. Smiley focused back on the half-ghoul. Humming in response, Kaneki asked, "do you have an eyepatch I could use?"

"Of course. Would a standard medical eyepatch work?" The doctor questioned, digging around his lab coat a moment before finally finding one. Kaneki nodded a response. "Here you go." He said, handing Kaneki the white eyepatch. "If you don't mind my asking, why is it that you require an eyepatch when there isn't anything wrong with your eye in the first place?" He asked smoothly.

Kaneki tensed. Any and all traces of the smile he had worn seemed to have vanished.

Even though they already saw his kakugan, he didn't want them all to know what he really was. They had also seen his healing ability and kagune too.

Kaneki knew these types of questions would turn up eventually. He just didn't think anyone would care so soon. If he told them the flat out truth, who knows how they would nreact. The only way to avoid such a commotion and invasion of privacy would be to tell a half-truth.

Taking an slow intake of breath, Kaneki grabbed the eyepatch in the doctors outstretched hand. He put it on, turned to face the man and stated his reply in a quiet and haunted voice...

     "Because my left eye is the constant and unavoidable reminder of what I have become."