The Doe and the Wolf

Fear. Raw, undeniable, penetrating fear. Fear for the royal blue that glows inches from her face. Fear for the ebony tar trails of tears that flow from its abyssal-like eye sockets. Fear for the surgeon's scalpel cutting shallowly into her neck every time she takes a shuddering, irregular breath that warns of an oncoming panic attack. Fear for the monster who sees nothing but all the same sees everything. The faint stench of rotting meat and the undeniable metallic scent from behind the mask brings crystal tears to her eyes, and the demonic chuckle that the beast before her lets out causes them to cascade down her face in rivulets.
"I can smell your terror, little doe," He presses the scalpel closer to her neck, the metal biting further into the soft flesh, "so deliciously taunting it is to a starving wolf."

(I do not own the eyeless jack character, they belong to the original creator nor do I own any other briefly mentioned creepypasta characters///I do own the rest of the characters and the plot of this story///Enjoy!)