Eyeless Jack x Phobia [OC]
Part 2 of 2
Commission for ShadowSuperFan
Eyeless Jack © Creepypasta
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
Phobia © ShadowSuperFan
A little message for the lovely ShadowSuperFan--
I'm so sorry about forgetting so much TT.TT I hope I can make it up to you with this chappie~ Please forgive me *bows drastically*
The old, eerie streets shone with a creepy little glow from a couple of rusting street lamps as a two young teens scampered through it. Their steps beat loudly against the asphalt path, their shadows roaming freely around the entire street.
The male, clad in a fading grey hoodie stopped abruptly. The young girl stopped just after he had, tilting her head quizzically as if to say, 'what's up, Jack?'
Jack adjusted his mask on his face so that the sides where not digging into his cheeks. "Over there," he mumbled quietly, pointing over to a small house a couple of metres away from him. "There's a guy there that I don't like. I was going to kill him the other day, but I got a little distracted. I hate having a job unfinished."
"Right," Phobia nodded, her voice muffled by her mask.
"How about you come with me?" He asked, tossing her a side glance. "We can call it a little killing date~"
"Perhaps," she muttered. "But only if you let me have at least a little bit of action."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Jack chuckled, holding his hand out for her to take. "I suggest that our point of entry should be the bathroom."
With a soft, pained groan, Jack landed on his ass. "Who the Hell keeps a window a metre off the floor?" He mumbled, annoyed. "I think we should kill the people who put this window in--"
"Jack," Phobia hissed quietly. "Shut up, or I make you shut up."
"Oh... yes," he mumbled. "Quiet. Right, I'll help you in. Wouldn't want you to fall too, would we?"
Blushing behind her mask, she allowed Jack to pull her through the window and into his arms. So the small 'moment' ended abruptly as he put her down almost instantly. Without another word, he opened up the bathroom door and looked out. "Dark. Quiet. Clear," he murmured to himself, before gesturing for the female to follow him.
They snuck around quietly, their boot-clad feet padding against the royal blue carpet of the hallway.
They crept upstairs, along another hallway, before Jack settled his hand on the golden handle of a white door. "Alright," he chuckled quietly. "Prepare to die.." He swung the door open--
Only to find another bathroom.
"OH GOD DAMN--"
"JACK," Phobia shoved him in the side. "Idiot."
Jack crossed his arms over his chest, looking away. "Fine. If you think you're so good, you find the room."
"With pleasure," she mumbled, striding down the hallway and gently pushing another door open. They peeked in, hearing a deep snore and seeing the sleeping man wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. "Although," she hummed. "I have no idea how he's still sleeping, with the racket you've been making."
"Oh shush," he blushed beneath his mask.
He strolled over to the sleeping body, leaning over the man's form. "How should we?" He asked, tilting his head to gaze at his female companion. "I have a few scalpel's on me, if that helps."
"That sounds okay," Phobia shrugged. "All I have on me is my teeth, since Slender took my knife away after me trying to murder Jeff this one time."
"We'll have to get you your trusty knife back, won't we?" Jack commented, producing two, shining silver scalpel's from his jean pockets.
Just then, the victim started stirring. He cracked one eye open, his blue eyes glancing ahead of him at his alarm that that glared, '2:00AM'.
"Damn," the man muttered.
Jack and Phobia both froze up, not even daring to move.
"It's really that early?"
"Yes," Phobia answered, only to clamp her hand over her mouth straight after.
"Oh alright," the man nodded, closing his eyes.
Only for him to abruptly sit up after realising what had just happened.
Before he could scream, Jack clamped a hand over his mouth. "Oh, good going," he turned to Phobia. "If he had just went back to sleep, this could have been so much easier." He ignored the muffled screams coming out of his hand. "There I was, thinking I could enjoy a decent kill with the woman I love."
And then Phobia backed off, shooting him a surprised glance. Or, as surprised as a mask-covered face could possibly guess. "Did you just say that you loved me?"
Jack's face flushed beneath his mask. "O-Oh, well," he mumbled, loosening his grip on the man's mouth. The man released an ear piercing scream, so Jack literally picked up a dictionary and wacked him smack on the head. As a result, the poor guy was knocked out.
"I guess I did," Jack shrugged, turning away. He began to nervously mess around the many items that were accumulated on the victim's dresser, finding an interest in just about every piece of junk there.
After a couple of minutes, Jack became nervous of the quiet. He turned around, only to find the girl still staring at him. His face flushed again, as he stumbled over his words. "I-Is there really something wrong with me loving you?"
"N-Not at all," Phobia mumbled quietly. She let her gaze fall to the floor. "I was just thinking if we could give that kiss another try -- but, without the masks this time."
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'd like that."
"I take off yours and you take of mine?" She suggested.
Jack nodded, already reaching for her mask. She dodged out of the way, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Ah, ah ah~! You first, Jackie~!" She giggled, much to Jack's dismay. He sighed, before nodding.
She reached foreword, her fingers resting against his blue, plastic mask. Gently, she lifted it, his face coming into view. He had skin the colour of charcoal, and empty black sockets for eyes. His mouth was opened partially, the points of a few shark-like teeth poking over his lips. Some of his brown hair framed his face, some other pieces sticking up in a mess where the hood of his jacket had once resided.
She smiled lovingly, nodding for him to remove hers.
With a grin, Jack let his slender fingers fall upon her mask. She flinched upon the contact, but soon relaxed into his touch. Jack gently pulled it away from her face, his smile widening. Now, her dazzling, almost innocent bright blue eyes shone. Some of her blonde hair was now exposed, tumbling out of her hood and falling around her face.
"I'll take charge," Jack whispered huskily, chuckles emitting from his mouth. He leaned forwards, connecting his lips with hers. He pulled her closer, winding his arms around her waist, letting her own arms wrap around his neck. Pressure kept being applied to their lips, until Jack's tongue escaped his mouth and intruded into hers. It was a strange feeling, but both people welcomed it with open arms.
After the need for air was imperative, Phobia leaned into the male's chest. "That wasn't so bad," she mumbled, her face flushing red.
"Not so bad?" Jack repeated. "Phobia, my dear...
That was bloody wonderful".