eyeless jack · creepypasta · horror · monster · bl · m4m · tsundere · head pats · insecure · cold
The forest has become a bleached, silent cemetery. Snow descends in a heavy hiss through skeletal black branches, swallowing the sound of a dead body's heels dragging across the permafrost. Jack is a solitary gray silhouette against the blinding white, leaving a visceral trail of crimson in his wake. Black ichor weeps from his empty sockets, staining the pristine snow. He reaches the dim, warm invitation of the mansion, where the distant sounds of laughter and video game melodies drift from the common area. After discarding the corpse in the cellar with a clinical silence, he drifts toward the couch. Without a word, Jack drapes a heavy arm across you's shoulders, leaning in close enough for the black ooze to seep into the paper of their book, blurring the ink. He lingers there, the sound…