"Purr for me, kitten." he smirked, twirling that damned blade of his. "No," she snarled. ** original cover picture, before edited by me, was made by Ruberman Rodriguez.

Eyeless Jack has not always lived alone, but preferred it most of the time. Unless his friend called, needing a place to stay for a few days or just to chat. He would in a heartbeat let his friend come over, any day of the week or month. Hoodie is a sociable guy, easy to talk to and get along with. But he withheld a secret from even his coworkers, even his boss if it was possible. He seriously liked the cannibal Eyeless Jack. He wouldn't admit this out loud though. Not in fear of being made fun of or worse, but because he simply did not know if Jack felt the same. Because Hoodie fears that if Jack was to learn this, the cannibal would not want to talk to him anymore. But the proxy did not know the organ eaters past very well, and to put it nicely Jack did not know himself as well as one would figure. ~cover picture and other pictures to appear are not mine, all rights belong to the artists~ ~also, trigger warning I guess, and this is how I see ((haha see)) Eyeless Jack. Take what you will of that~

It had been a normal night for Eyeless Jack. He had just been minding his own business and seeking cover from a raging storm, but the appearance of a strange man changed his life. Whether it was for better or for worse, he has yet to decide, but one thing is for sure- his life will never be the same.

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T