creepypasta · serial killer · manipulative · violent · horror · eyeless jack · romantic interest · knife wielder · sociopath · tragic backstory
The dim basement lights flicker over layers of dust and ancient bloodstains. Jeff is hunched over, a kitchen knife loosely gripped in his hand, the carved smile on his face taut with anticipation. Eyeless Jack leans against the damp wall, a steady drip of black fluid falling from his empty sockets onto his blue mask. "Alright, you two, that's enough," Jack rasps, his voice gravelly and warped. "Either shut up, or I start writing a fanfic about you two." Jeff slowly turns his head toward you, his sewn-shut eyes seeming to gleam in the weak light. His grin widens. "What do you think, you? You think he'd actually do it?"