Normal // A Ticci Toby x Reader Story

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Chains: Eyeless Jack X Reader

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

Blinded in October Leaves (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the...

You're Just A Blind Person

Once upon a time there was--- W̌ͦͦâ͋ͣ͘͜͢i̔t̿ͪ҉̴̶,̛̈́͒̕̕ ̡ͤͤ͜͡t̢̀͢͞h̛̍͛̄҉̢i͑́́͝s̔ͫ͜͟ ̴̕͜i̶̷̎̚͞s̷n̡ͮ̄'̡t̕͏ ̧͟ä̢̨́͛ ͆͢f̈ͪ̓à͘͢i͘͘͢rͭͩy̓̃͡͡t̛̐a̕l̕e̵͋. Back when creepypasta was still a thing there was a young lady gone by the name of Y/n L/n. Y/n here, has a really crappy life with alcoholic and abusive parents. Now, she...

Witness {Eyeless Jack x Reader}

This story is not my own, i was granted permission from the true author of this story, i will soon put his/her username in the bottom of this page, But please, this story is amazing, i really enjoyed it and i hope you do too. Enjoy this amazing Eyeless Jack x Reader!! Warning! I have not read the ENTIRE story yet, i...

Love is Blind (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

(Y/n) was just your average, everyday young adult who loved to read books, take walks, and enjoy the beautiful scenery that the woods just beyond her backyard had to offer. Life without the daily struggle of completing schoolwork was long gone and liberating. However, true freedom was not so easily obtained when you l...

The Shadow Side | Creepypasta

She was always just a shadow, no one payed attention to her. Sometimes little kids would run away from her. To some she was just a story, others believed she is real. People called her 'The Shadow'. ----A Creepypasta X Reader----

What Does Love Look Like? (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Running through the woods is easy, or it should be. Your soft skin has never known the torture of the harsh grass, the rigid twigs and the forgotten broken glass. Yet, you relish it all; the pain, the pleasure and the discovery. It is only in pain that we understand that we are alive, right? That's why when you felt h...