My New Family (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 6: Jack Nayras (Eyeless Jack) [Part 1]

"Who the hell..." I muttered to myself, fully turning my body towards the TV. I squinted at the fuzzy picture. I could make out a slim, tall figure with a bright blue mask. There were oversized eye holes, with black fluid dripping from them. 

"What the fuck," Toby said, removing his orange goggles. He walked up next to me, and ran his free hand through his disheveled brown hair. 

"He sounds interesting," I admitted. "But we can't have him stealing our kills." 

"Talk to Slenderman about it," Toby replied, slipping off his mouth guard as well. "Maybe he can join us, or if not we can assassinate him or something. Either way, we get something out of it." He shrugged his skinny shoulders, and sauntered into the kitchen. I heard the fridge door open and then close, and Toby's footsteps echoed as he walked upstairs into his room. I stiffly grabbed the remote off the couch arm and turned off the TV, feeling unnerved by the large black eyes of 'Eyeless Jack'. Even though there was no way he'd be anywhere near me or the forest, or in the mansion for that matter, I still felt a chill down my spine. I double checked that all of the windows and doors were locked before hurrying into my room and checking every possible place someone could be hiding. How ironic that the murderer fears there's a killer in her house. I flopped down onto my bed and ruffled my hair, before standing back up to retrieve my laptop from my desk. I opened up YouTube, and clicked on a random video to take my mind off of what I'd seen. 

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A heavy knock echoed through my room. I looked up. "Come in," I said. Slenderman opened my door and peeked inside. His brow bone was furrowed. "Hi," I said. "What's up, Dad?" 

"Toby told me about this so-called 'Eyeless Jack'", he said. "I can tell you're pretty freaked out." 

"Well... Yeah," I admitted. "Those huge black eyeholes just really unnerved me. I don't know why, I mean, I have the same ones, and so do Jane and Tim." 

Slenderman crouched so he could fit into my room without bumping his head on the ceiling. "If it's not too much to ask, I want him in our group. If he really bothers you that much, I can send Tim and Brian to kill him." He sat down on the edge of my bed, his large white hand smoothing out my white duvet. His forehead wrinkled with worry. 

"No, it's okay," I replied, trying to sound confident. "I'm fine. I want to go and bring him to you." 

Slenderman's brow relaxed. "Thank you," he said. He patted my arm, and got up. He walked out the door in one fluid movement, and the door closed behind him softly. I stretched, and then closed my laptop and clomped down the creaky stairs. Tim and Brian were watching the news intently, and I saw Jeff raking his knife up and down the wall across the room. A small pile of white paint chips and wood were below the incision in the wall. A line of drool was sliding down his chin, and his icy blue eyes were wide and glazed over. "What the fuck," I muttered. I walked over to him and snatched his knife away. He instantly wiped his chin and snapped his head over to look at me. His large eyes narrowed and he snatched for his knife back. 

"Give it back, asshole," he snapped, grabbing for it again. I held it above his head. 

"Not so fast, kiddo," I said blocking his clammy hands with my free arm. "You can't do this shit." 

"The hell do you mean?" Jeff snarled, kneeing me in the stomach. I failed to dodge it, and kneeled over, clutching the sore spot. Jeff snatched his knife back and scowled at me. 

"I mean," I said, looking up at him, holding my sore torso, "don't fuck up the wall." 

"Why?" Jeff asked, crossing his arms. 

"Because you don't own this place. My dad, Slenderman, does, and I know he won't appreciate you doing that." 

"Oooooh," I heard Brian call from across the room. "Better be careful, Jeff, she can fuck you up."