Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Eyeless Jack X Reader (Part 2)

Ever since that night, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. Not long after the stranger, who called himself 'Eyeless Jack', had left, you had called the cops. It was a long night, they asked you multiple questions, and most of them you didn't have answers for.

"Did you know this man?" One officer asked, he looked bored as he held a notepad, clearly tired.

"The guy in my room? No. The stalker? Also no." You said carefully.

"Why were you targeted then?"

"I witnessed him murder someone, so he tried to get rid of me."

"And the stalker?"

"I don't know."

"Did you know this... 'Eyeless Jack' prior to him supposedly saving your life?"

"No, I didn't know he existed."

"I see..."

The questions kept coming, and slowly got more and more harder to answer. It sounded impossible, inhumane. Eyeless Jack had grey skin and sharp teeth, he had no eyes, he sounded like some fairy-tale monster.

And it was clear the police weren't entirely convinced you were telling the truth. But they knew you weren't the one who ripped a man's heart clean out of his chest, so they wrote it down as trauma and called it a night.

You had also decided to call it a night, having messaged your job to let them know you won't be in tomorrow and explaining what happened. The thought of it being trauma played on your mind as you grabbed a blanket to sleep on the couch; yeah, no way were you going back in your room tonight. Even if the body was gone, the blood was still there.

And you remembered the next morning, smelling bleach and other chemicals coming from your room. When you went to investigate, you found the blood gone, your room was practically spotless; and you knew exactly how it was possible.

Eyeless Jack.

You were on your way to work, having had a few days off (as advised by your wonderful boss), and you still couldn't get rid of the feeling of being watched. Was it Eyeless Jack? Was he currently stalking you right now?

What was his goal? Why did he choose you over any other human?

The guy managed to shove his hand through a man's chest and rip his heart out. He managed to force his way past muscle and bone, and then ate it like it was some sort of delicacy.

What was he?

You reached your job, walking inside and getting everything sorted to start your shift. Grabbing an apron and tying your hair back, turning fryers on, that sort of deal. Your boss saw you and walked over, swinging a rag over his shoulder.

"Hey (Y/N), how are you?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

"Better now, thanks for the time off." You gave him a nod, before looking around the small fast food restaurant, "How busy is it today?"

"Not too busy, I figured I'd start you slow, get you back into the swing of things."

"You're the best." You smiled, before you started cooking the food.

A while passed, everything was going smoothly. Customers would come in, make their order and leave. It was a relatively quiet day, and slowly, the feeling of being watched faded as you were swept into your job.

Until you saw a blue hoodie from the corner of your eye, and you dropped the basket of fries you were currently holding. You turned to the front of the store, scanning the area for brown hair or a blue mask. There was nothing.