Eyeless Jack x Jeff the Killer

Chapter 3

My feet heave onto the floor, and without realizing it, I notice myself go numb. With Jeff's eye mask in my grasp, hesitation gets the best of me.

As I stood paralyzed, in front of Jeff's room, I felt reluctant to knock on his door. Thoughts boggle through my mind, and remorse falls over me even more than before. Why did those insults make him cry? He has always said something to defend himself when people made fun of him... There must be more going on with him because Jeff crying isn't something I've experienced before.

I take a deep breath and brace myself to knock on his door. I form my hand into a slight fist and knock.

Jeff's POV

My heart beats as I hear knocking from the other side of the door. I quickly wipe away the tears that trickled down my face and heave myself onto my feet. Shit, whoever that is might've heard me. I shift myself towards the door and prepare to twist the handle.

My fingers touch the handle of the door, and I give it a slight twist and pull it open. My eyes meet the sight of Jack, standing in silence in front of me with something in his hands. Aw shit, why did it have to be him of all people?

"What... do you want?"

"You left this downstairs," he replies while holding up my eye mask in front of me. I sigh and snatch it from him. I want to mention that he can fucking leave, but from his silence, I realize that he must have heard me.

I study Jack and sigh. There's no way he's gonna let this go.

"So I guess you heard me," I blurted out, swaying my gaze away.

I notice my face boiling from this stupid situation. I traipse towards my bed and sit on the covers while clenching my hands together. Jack stays silent, but then saunters into my room to sit on my bed as well, right next to me.

"Hey, I didn't say you could come in here-"

"Why were you crying?"

My eyes widen, and I'm reluctant to say anything to him at all. "Why should I tell you?" I look away, crossing my arms.

"Would you rather tell someone else?"

"Of course not," I groan. "But why would I need to tell anyone in the first place?"

Jack sighs. "Jeff, spill the beans. You got caught."

I groan. It's clear there is no point in arguing with him. "Uh... It's because I'm sick?"

Jack looks at me, puzzled. "You cried because you're sick?" He titters over my response. I growl menacingly at his stupid blue mask.

"It made more sense in my head," I reply while letting out a sheepish chuckle.

"Well, if you cried because you're sick in the mind, I guess it would make more sense-"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I face his direction while curling the edge of my lip in pique. I clench my fists as I stare at his stupid mask, and my anger begins to explode through my veins.

Jack sighs, satisfied that he made me feel angry at myself. "Well, whatever you're upset about, there's no point in crying about it."

He shifts himself on the bed, moving in my direction. "Believe me, I've felt it before."

My heart beats as Jack fixes his gaze on me. I've been an idiot to him for so long, but even so, he still has kindness towards me. My eyes widen as I realize that Jack might be the one who's shown the least kindness to me, out of everyone in this house.

That thought, for some reason, made me feel so unsettled. As Jack faces me, I cast my eyes downwards, feeling myself tense up and dismal feelings start to crawl over me from the darkest place of my mind. I lean forward without realizing it at first, and it's almost as if I can't control myself.