LITERALLY STOP READING THIS IT IS ACTUAL GARBAGE AND YOU COULD BE READING THINGS 100× BETTER. I don't know how anyone could be entertained by writing this fucking terrible. Please go find something else to do with your time rather than reading and commenting on this. (No I will not fucking update)

You couldn't stop it. The evil that was taking over, you couldn't control it. You needed to kill. It was telling you to. You've done it before, so why do you stop the blade above this hooded man's chest? You stared into his glowing red eyes, for once since becoming a proxy, hesitating. "I'm not the one who wants to hurt you." Creepypasta. Hoodie x Reader. Mentions Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, and more.

I don't own none of these poems but I'm in a really dark place with no lights so these poems help me a lot and I hope they help you too. If you ever want to talk message me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. As of December 27 2014 at 1:24 am I relapsed with two new cuts.

Jack goes out to hunt and just so happens to run into you while you're out taking a walk. After Jack hurts you considerably, he decides to help you live. For what reason? You have no idea. Now, you're stuck at the Creepypasta mansion until you recover. But what happens when you learn that there's more to the killer then just his mask? Can you save him from the memories that haunt his mind? Or, will everything slip away?