My New Family (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 8: Jack Nayras (Eyeless Jack) [Part 3]

"No shit," Jeff muttered, glaring at Jack.

"Don't test me, boy," Jack snapped. "Remember what happened last time."

I remembered the organs in my bag, and hurriedly opened it and showed him the contents. "You like eating organs, right?" I asked nervously, "I got you some as a peace offering." I shook the bag enticingly, smiling hesitantly. Jack sniffed the bag, and then snatched it away from me.

"Well, you did save me hunting for tonight," he muttered, and shoved a kidney in his mouth. "Fresh."

"Yup, got them from a cop a few minutes ago," I said proudly. Jeff's eye twitched, and he looked at me quizzically. "Before I came to get you," I assured him.

"What do you want from me anyways?" Jack asked, swallowing the kidney. He shoved the rest of the organs from my bag into his hoodie pockets. "Why do you keep tracking me down, huh?"

"You see, Jeff and I come from an organization that Slenderman started, called Creepypasta. He wants you to join, and sent us to retrieve you. We provide shelter, food, and safety," I explained. Jack stroked his chin, blood dripping down his exposed gray skin.

"Hm. It would be nice to have a permanent home to be safe in," he observed. "But do I trust you? You're so close with the cops, after all."

"Not any more," I reassured him. "Killed the ones that were close to us."

Jack shrugged. "I was fucking with you. I'll come with you, but we better hurry. They're getting close." He pointed behind us, where police sirens were getting louder by the second.

"Follow me," I said briskly. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and started sprinting in the direction of the forest. It took us a while to arrive, and the police were right on our tail, but thanks to our superhuman abilities, we had the stamina and speed to beat them. We tumbled into the forest, and I clutched my dagger in its sheath as I heard rustling nearby. "Show yourself, coward!" I snapped, brandishing my dagger. Jack pulled out a scalpel, and Jeff had his kitchen knife.

"I surrender!" a hoarse voice cried. A large figure fell out of a nearby bush. He was raked in scratches and deep wounds that had blood steadily flowing out of them. I could tell he was on the brink of death. "Please, put me out of my misery." He dragged his broken body towards the three of us. It was Greg, the cop that Jeff had rendered unconscious, and it seemed like the Rake had gotten to him not long after we left. He gurgled as he coughed up blood, and clung to my leg, spilling blood out of his mouth onto my shoes. I kicked him off, disgusted. "Don't touch me," I grumbled. "These were new." I looked back at Jack and Jeff, who had put away their weapons and were standing awkwardly behind me, watching the interaction between me and Greg. "Leave him," I snapped. "He doesn't deserve to be put out of his misery." I flicked my hair dramatically, and stalked in the direction of the Slender Mansion. "Come on."

"So we're headed to the Slender Mansion?" Jack asked, his lanky legs easily keeping up with my long strides.

"Yup," I replied.

We walked in silence for a while, until Jeff broke it. "Jack, what's your story?" he asked.

"You'll see, eventually," Jack replied smoothly, avoiding the question fluidly.

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"Here we are," I said. "Home sweet home." The mansion seemed impressively large with the full moon shining down on the black shingles of the roof, reflecting beams of moonlight onto the grass, illuminating the small beads of dew from the light rain. I walked up to the peeling black front door, sliding my hands along the chipped metal railing, and twisted the doorknob. The door groaned loudly as I opened it, and Slenderman immediately came to us.