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Nox Mortiferum

(Proxies X Reader)(Potential others x reader)

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Chapter 1: Son of the Damned

Your hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning almost white as your vision faded. No, you were angry. You were beyond mad; you were furious. Work was hell today and you just couldn’t wrap your head around how people could be inconsiderate to minimum wage employees. How cruel your coworkers could be to you. Did you think by the time you were twenty-nine you’d be a single mother living with her own mom, no not exactly, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t your reality. You’re unsure who needed to get fired for sharing that personal information about your life, but you planned ongoing to HR tomorrow morning. Moonlight spilled through the window of your dinky car as it stopped in the driveway of your mother’s home. The soft sounds of jazz were heard through the radio speakers. The thin lines on your forehead came through in the shitty light of the car, showing signs of early aging as you looked in the mirror. That reflection in the review mirror was a stark reminder of just how tired you were, how old you were actually getting. You even saw one or two streaks of grey that poked out through your locks of hair, there was a loud shout from the front door stirred you out of your stupor. You blinked a few times,

“Mama!” a boyish voice called from the front steps. Picking your head up, you caught sight of your son and your tired mother standing beside him. His hair was a mess and your mother’s was tied up in a tight bun. A small smile spread across your lips. Seeing the joy on your sons features, he ran up to the car, throwing the car door open and jumping into your lap. The eight-year-old wrapped his arms around your waist, eyes just twinkling with delight. You smiled back down at him.

Brown curls were soft as you run your hand through them. A deep, purr-like sound came from the man settled on your chest. A soft laugh spilled from your throat as you peppered his skin in kisses, the stubble on his face tickling your lips. He grunted, brown eye cracking open to shoot you a pointed look.

“What are you doing, baby girl?”

“Nothin’ Tim. Just loving on you.” You cooed,

“Well, in that case, please continue.” He mused, burying his face into your breasts as his fingers trailed shapes against the skin on your hips.

“Mom, I stayed up waiting for you even though Nana said I shouldn’t, so don’t be mad. I just wanted you to read me a story. She said you’d be too tired, but you’re never too tired for my stories.” You listened as Theo rattled off his excuses for staying up way past his bedtime. He used exaggerated hand motions to make his points. His (e/c) eyes stared up into your own growing big, “Just one story? Please, mom?” Theo shrunk in on himself and picked at the sleeves of his bear onesie.

“Just one. Then right to bed, you’re running your Nana ragged.” You mused, petting the top of his hair. Everything but his eyes screamed his father, from the hair right down to the shape of his face. Your heart ached slightly when you sat down and thought about it.

“Yes!” Theo cheered running back into the house past his grandmother and up into bed, “Night Nana love you!”

“Goodnight Theodore.” She called turning her head slightly, she turned back to face you eyebrow raised, You’re spoiling him you know.” Your mother chastised you, you knew she meant no ill intent with the comment but, you sighed tossing your keys in the bowl by the door as you walked inside.

“I think he deserves to be spoiled. Considering I’m barely around and he doesn’t have a dad in his life.” You argued and your mom clicked her tongue, running her hand down her face.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You took in a breath and looked away from her, guilt gnawing at your empty stomach,

“I know. I’m sorry… I’m just tired. It was a long day,” A sigh spilled from your lips and your mom pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry too. Do you need anything?”

“A stiff drink.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Joking, joking. Have a good sleep mom, I’ll head to bed after tucking Theo in.”

“Sleep well, sweetie.” She gave you a gentle pat on the back before making her way up the stairs, “Don’t stay up too late. There’s leftover dinner in the fridge.”

“Thanks, mom,” you smiled slightly scratching the back of your neck. Once she was entirely out of view the small smile on your face vanished. A sigh escaped your lips as you locked the door and shut many of the curtains on the downstairs floor of the house.

“Tim are you okay?” You blinked tilting your head to the side and watching as your boyfriend paced around your shared apartment. He seemed almost paranoid, triple checking the locks and closing every single shade in the shared living space. Tim’s breathing was ragged eyes distant as he stared through the peephole of the door. His hands were pressed flat against the cool wood, you called his name once more and he ignored you. Hesitantly you stepped forward, this dissociation was linked to his medical history and with everything he’s had to go through in his early childhood a reaction like this wasn’t surprising. You placed a hand on his lower back, rubbing your hand in slow circles. “Come back to be baby…” Time seemed to stop as Tim turned to face you, eyes a little bleary and glazed over, “there he is.” You stood on your toes and pecked his lips, a distressed sound spilling from them, “Do you know where you are?”

“Home. I’m home with you…” He swallowed, and you watched his adam’s apple bob, and you smiled and nodded.

“Good boy,” You grinned brushing your thumb across his jaw, “and?”

“I’m safe.” His shoulders visibly relaxed and his classic smile spread across his lips, you still couldn’t fix the dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. “Thank you, baby girl,” Tim pulled you close and buried his head in your shoulder nuzzling the skin there. “I’m sorry you have to put up with me…”

“Hey. I love you,” you held him tight like you were his last grip on reality, “It’s not me putting up with you. I’m happy to care because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The conversation with your ex played across your mind, Tim was always one to be paranoid buying extra locks for doors and making sure the windows were closed every night. You never held that against him he was mentally ill and in the end, you could only do so much to help him. However, there was something about his paranoia that always sat unwell with you, almost like there was actually something he should’ve been paranoid about. In the end, you supposed, he did have something to worry about. He up and disappeared after all, one night he was there and the next he wasn’t. The day he disappeared was the day you found out you were pregnant, you tried to call pleading for him to come home, that he was going to be a father, that you wanted to raise this baby with him. In the end, the calls you left were always met with his answering machine and his face, along with Jay Merrick’s, would forever be on missing posters around the state.

Your mother never forgave him, in her mind he just up and left you without saying a word then never answered your calls or paid child support. A deadbeat dad through and through. In the end, that’s the story you believed. Made yourself believe. Because the idea that someone ot something attacked Tim and possibly killed him was too much for you to handle. You took a deep breath and headed upstairs to your son’s room, his lights were still on and he was sitting awake in bed a book of fairytales in his lap.

“Alright Beanie what story were you thinking?”

“Red Riding Hood! Please! I love that story!”

“You always pick that one,” you teased “if I remember you wanted to be Red for Halloween this year.”

Theo nodded seriously, “Nana’s making my dress,”

“And you’re gonna look amazing.”

“I know!” he beamed eyes gleaming, you laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek before curling up with him in bed. You smiled over at him and placed your arm around his shoulder and he snuggled up close to you. Your fingers traced the X-like birthmark on his shoulder and he hummed in contentment, “Are you gonna do the voices?”

“Obviously I’m gonna do the voices.” You practically scoffed, and he giggled, as you read the story of Little Red Riding Hood to your son. When the keywords happily ever after rolled off your tongue Theo was snoozing away against your side. You smiled fondly slipping out of your son’s grasp and tucking him into bed making sure the covers were tight around him. You grinned pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head. Approaching the curtains you moved to close them when a flash of white caught your eye, it came from the old woods surrounding your mother’s house. You swore you saw it weaving in and out of the treeline, you swallowed thickly, inhaling sharply through your nose before snapping the curtains shut. Reaching over you flicked your son’s light out and turned on his glow star projector, projecting white little stars on his ceiling. Theo loved space to death, he was convinced he was going to either be an astronaut or an astronomer, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you probably wouldn’t be able to afford to put him through whatever astronaut school was. “Love you Beanie…” You whispered softly shutting the door behind you, you left it open just a sliver allowing a bit of light could flood into the room.

Heading back downstairs you flicked on the lights in the kitchen and opened the fridge, inside was some leftover chicken soup your mom had made for Theodore and herself for dinner. You placed the soup in the microwave and looked over to the window, as you waited for it to heat up. Once again you felt drawn to looking deep into the woods. You could’ve sworn you saw three figures lurking there each with a different colored mask, you felt your heartbeat quicken as the one in the white mask raised his hand in a wave. It took only a blink of the eyes and they were gone from your sight. Instinctively you picked up the house phone on the table, no signal, you cursed patting down your pants trying to find your cell phone. You distinctly remember having it not even an hour ago, you looked back at the window. No one was there. Your throat went dry and you swallowed, you moved your hands up to rub your eyes. No one was there, you had to be imagining it, a trick your sleep deprived brain was playing on you. However, there were two masks that stood out to you, like you’ve seen them somewhere before… the feminine white one and the ski mask with a red frown.

“What’re you looking at?” You hummed looking over Tim’s shoulder, he jumped and you briefly caught a glimpse of a masked man on the screen. Tim slammed the laptop shut with a start, practically shoving it underneath his jacket. A frown broke across his face,

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He growled turning to face you, his amber eyes full of mirth never had he looked at you like this before. You felt your lip twitch,

“Watch your tone.” You raised a brow, “I’m sorry for startling you.”

“It’s fine,” Tim grumbled under his breath, “It’s nothing just a shitty horror film by an old friend of mine.”

“Can I watch with y-”

“No!” He snarled, “No you can’t. Just fuck off already Jesus christ do you ever stop hovering.”

Your nostrils flared at the memory, and you wondered why your brain showed that one to you specifically. The appetite you once had diminished rather quickly as you dumped the soup into the garbage disposal, leaving behind no evidence of the wasted meal. You twirled the promise ring on your finger before making your way over to the hall closet, inside was a deep red flannel lined with fluff on the inside. You remembered when Tim gave it to you; it was one of your first dates and you’d forgotten your jacket, bringing the fuzz up to your face you took a deep breath in. The jacket had long since stopped smelling of his cologne, but you still felt as if you could feel his presence within the fabric like he was here with you in your house. You briefly fantasized about the life you could’ve had with him and Theo, he’d be upstairs reading under the covers with his son and go with you to parent-teacher conferences. You released a shuddering breath knowing there wasn’t any use thinking about a future that would never happen to you.

“MAMA!”

Everything seemed to slow down around you and the sides of your vision turned white, that was your son.

“MAMA!”

Instincts screaming danger at you, his little voice was desperate and frantic. It was like you weren’t in control of your own body you ascended the steps two at a time. The door to the bedroom was flung open the flannel falling off your shoulders, work heels abandoned at the bottom of the steps to give you more mobility.

“MAMA!” You saw your son sobbing in the grip of a man in a black mask, the black mask with a red frown.

“A-aw f-f-fuck I t-t-t-told you to knock the k-kid out!” Your head whipped to look at the other masked man in the room, it hid the bottom part of his face from sight, and in his hand was an ax that was stained with dried blood.

“I’ll handle her.” In between the two was the feminine white mask grunted pulling out a crowbar from his belt,

“Y-ya know M-Masky that k-kid looks-Mrrrow-like you-”

“Shut up already.” The other man snarled at his colleague his eyeholes trained back to you, “Keep the kid still Hoodie, I’ll kill the mom just like the nanny.”

Your mom was dead, and this man was going to kill you next and take your son. You weren’t letting that happen; you didn’t take all those self-defense classes for no reason. “No, don’t hurt her, please! Mama Help!” Theo sobbed and continued to wiggle in his captor’s grip, you looked over at him for just a moment a smile on your features,

“It’s all gonna be okay Theodore, Mama’s got this.” The one with the half mask cackled like this type of thing was entertaining to the sick bastard,

“Yeah k-kid your m-mommy’s -I like Milfs- got this,” He swung his hatchet between his fingers, “her b-blood’s totally not gonna p-p-paint your bedroom w-walls.”

“Stop talking to him.” You snarled and snickers filled the room,

“Toby enough teasing the victims.” The one known as Hoodie said his voice distorted like he was using a voice modulator. “Masky, kill her.”

The masked man charged at you, with his crowbars raised then everything turned to shit. You heard your son’s echoing shriek in your ears and suddenly you slammed back into the wall, your head bouncing off of it like a rubber ball. You groaned ears ringing, and you felt hands touch your cheeks they were little and frantic, you looked up with hazy eyes to see Theo sobbing violently. “T… eo…”

“D-Didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what happened!” He buried his head into your chest and you wrapped your arms around him tight, you looked over his shoulder to see the three intruders on the opposite ends of the walls unmoving, blood covered the walls and ceiling. Your son somehow managed to cause this… “Mom don’t be mad…”

“I’m not mad baby.” You pressed a kiss to his head and all over his face, “Come on let’s get up we have to go.”

As you got to your feet with your son in your arms the masked men twitched, necks rolling at random as they tried to make it to their feet. They were dead; they were for sure dead… the amount of blood in the room made that clear. “Mom…” Theo’s voice wavered, and you took a step back towards the door,

“Holy fuck.” The one known as Masky laughed, he was awake first, “The Operator was right… that kid is strong. He just took out all three of us with his voice,” He popped the joints in his neck, “Just who the fuck did you sleep with doll?”

The way ‘doll’ rolled off his tongue tingled the back of your neck raising the hair that lived there, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You spoke slowly, “Just let us go, please.” Your voice wavered, “I just want to be with my son…”

“We all want a lot of things mommy dearest,” The man took a few threatening steps toward you, “We all can’t get what we want.” His hand reached out to touch you when the sound of piercing static filled your head, you cried out and even the man in front of you cursed. You felt blood trickle down your nose and Theo made a worried sound at the sight. Masky’s hand grasped his hair, and he muttered indistinctly to himself, his hand came to the back of his mask and the clips fell away.

“Masky what the fuck are you doing!” Toby shouted in the first full sentence he’s spoken all night,

“What the boss says goes,” Hoodie stated although there was hesitance in his voice, “do it.”

The mask fell away revealing a sharp jawline and a nice layer of stubble, the sharp jaw lead up to distinct sideburns and your eyes locked with Tim’s amber’s and you felt your soul leave your body. “Tim…” Your voice wavered, hand reaching out and gently tracing his jaw with your fingers in the way he used to like, a sound spilled from his lips at the touch, “You haven’t aged a day…”

“Holy fuck.” Toby muttered, “You know her?”

“No.” Tim spat eyes looking back at you, there was some familiarity there but otherwise, he looked like he didn’t recognize you. “I… He wants us to bring her back too.” He commanded the others in his group never taking his eyes off you, you flinched away from him a little as he reached his hand out. “Who are you?”

“(Y/n).” You answered shakily, “I’m… I was your girlfriend,” The ring that sat on your finger felt like acid burning through your skin.

“No fucking way!” Toby cackled clutching his chest as he howled with laughed, “so the kid-oh my fucking god.” Turning to face Tim again you saw the way the apple’s his cheeks turn red, he reached back and placed a hand on the back of Theo’s head making him look up at him. Theo was trembling in your grip but stared up into the eyes of his father,

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Sounds like she did Tim.” Hoodie chimed unhelpfully, “As much as I’m enjoying this family reunion let’s get back to the task at hand.”

“You’re not touching us.” You snarled baring your teeth at the hooded man instinctively leaning closer to Tim as if he wasn’t one of the men who attacked your small family, as if he didn’t just admit to slaughtering your mother who was sleeping next door.

“You don’t have a choice.” Tim grunted hands gripping your shoulders, “Just be glad The Operator decided to let you live another day by your son’s side.”

You bit back the comment about Theo being his son too but Toby beat you to it,

“You mean your kid too D-D-Daddy.” You made a noise and quickly covered your mouth, your eyes lit up as you giggled into your palm. Toby’s eyes widened in delight at your antics, “You’re baby mama thinks I’m funny Timothy, that’s gotta mean I’m f-f-fucking -please don’t- hilarious!” He twitched rather violently his ear meeting his shoulder in one tense movement.

“Don’t encourage him!” Tim snapped at you, “you’re supposed to be on my side baby girl-” He choked a little at the end of the sentence, “I don’t…” He frowned eyebrow furrowing, he scoffed slipping the mask back on his features, “Let’s get the fuck out of here already.” He turned to shove you out of the way as he stormed out of your son’s bedroom door. The man known as Hoodie turned to you and threw your sons overnight back at your feet,

“Pack a bag for both of you. You won’t be returning. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You have five minutes, don’t try anything. Toby will monitor you.” He moved to follow Tim out the door, you heard the other masked man call Tim’s name with a frustrated scoff. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly his real name was and his connection to your ex-boyfriend turned amnesiac murderer.

“M-mom?”

“Hey Theo…can you pack a bag for me? All the clothes, toys and PJs you like yeah? We’re gonna go on a trip.”

“Is he really my dad?”

You hesitated briefly, “Yeah kiddo… he’s your dad.”

“He tried to hurt us.”

“I know.”

“He hurt nana…”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to go with him, he can’t be my dad…” Tears swelled in his eyes and his breathing quickened. “My dad’s supposed to be nice, and a hero and treat you like a princess-”

“Hey, hey, hey…” you whispered softly whipping away his tears, “Breathe for me Theo.” He took a few deep breaths in but it didn’t seem to do much good. “It’ll all be okay I’m gonna be with you every step of the way. You’re the man of the house remember, I protect you and you protect me. You’re strong, stronger than I’ll ever be we’ve made it through worse.” Theo nodded hesitantly and tears still dripped down his cheeks but he seemed significantly calmer.

“Promise you’re not going anywhere?” He held out his pinky, and you interlocked it with your own,

“I promise.”

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 3 years ago

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This is my main blog where you can request creepypasta or anything else my requests are open! :D

Fandoms and Characters I write for:

-This can and probably will be updated as time goes on-

Marvel:

-Loki

-Thor

-Iron Man

-Burch Banner

-Moonknight (Steven, Marc, Jake and Kohnshu)

-Bucky Barns

- Guardians of the Galaxy (pretty much all)

Anime

-demon slayer (all)

-disastrous life of Saiki K (all charterers except the girls and Nendo)

-soul eater (all)

-my hero academia (all except mineta)

-jujitsu kaisen (all main characters)

-Black Butler (Ceil, Sebastian, Aloise, Undertaker, Will, Grell, Baldaroy, Finny, Pluto, Snake, Joker probably more I’m blanking on)

-Angels of Death (Zac)

- Inuyasha (sessomaru, Inuyasha)

- Tokyo Ghoul (all)

- Ouran Highschool Host Club (all)

-chainsaw man (everyone EXCEPT makima)

Creepypasta

-Tim (masky)

-Brian (hoodie)

-Ticci Toby

-Eyeless Jack

-Jeff the Killer

-Jane

-Clockwork

Undertale:

-sans

-papyrus

-any of the following au versions (swap, horror, fell, swap fell)

The Umbrella Academy

-Klaus

-aged up number five

-Viktor

-Diego

-Ben

-Luther (reluctantly.)

Fire emblem three houses

-Dimitri

-Claude

-Sylvain

-Felix

-Ferdinand

-Seteth

- Edelgard

FNAF

-Glamrock Freddy

-Sun/Moon

-Bonnie (glamrock or normal)

-Monty

-Roxanne Wolf

-Foxy

-Michale Afton

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 4 years ago

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New marble hornets + ticci Toby story in the works. Stay tuned.

Might add EJ we shall see.

Human reader

#marble hornets x you #marble hornets x y/n #marble hornets x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #creepypasta x you

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 4 years ago

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My other account if you want to request creepypasta imagines platonic or romantic, feel free too!

Heyo! Could I request platonic headcanons for how Toby, Liu, Tim, and Brian would react (individually) to a teen (like 13-15 year old) reader with Tourette's? If you don't wanna or don't feel comfortable, that fine tho. Sorry if this is too many characters btw, I didn't see a character limit. Also, can I be 🖌️ anon, please? Have an amazing day/night/etc :)

I did my best to research Tourette's Syndrome so I hope it's to you're liking! -Mod Dayquil

Of course, you can be 🖌️ Anon!

Platonic Toby, Lui, Tim, and Brian x GN!Reader

hcs, fluff

REQUEST: OPEN ~~~

He didn't know you well, he was older around eighteen

Toby was sent on an undercover mission and was currently working behind a counter at some gas station convenience store.

He hated his job, but in order to keep an eye on his target, he had to work there.

Toby worked late nights and was quite surprised to see a teenager as young as you walk through the door.

You didn't greet him, face buried in a hoodie, but he swore he heard you let out a soft 'meow.'

In fact, the sound kept popping up as you walked through the store. It was then he noticed the neck tics.

A hard snap of your neck and a little yowl of pain following after.

Toby understood that pain.

Another ring of a bell and a young man walked in, looking impatient.

He barked at Toby to get him a pack of menthols, throwing money on the counter.

Toby grumbled, his own neck snapping in response to your tics. He handed the man a pack.

"Have a nice-no please- day," Toby muttered, interrupted by a vocal tic, and the man gave him such a dirty look, one that clearly labeled him a freak of nature.

The man marched out without saying thank you. Behind him, you were waiting in line.

Your arms were full of ramen and candy, looking eager to buy the food and leave.

"Just this-Mrrrrow- Please," You hummed and you felt your cheeks burn when he didn't comment on the tic you had.

"Sure-Mrrrow- no problem." He blinked harshly nose scrunching up, his own tics working off your own.

You titled your head, ear meeting your shoulder with a small snap, a shy smile forming on your features.

Toby thought you'd frown, yell at him for seemingly making fun of your own tics, but you didn't.

"Thank you!" You handed him the exact amount of change, your eyes narrowed reading his name tag, "Have a good-fuck off-night Toby!"

"Have a nice night..." Toby responded following your eyes, "stay-mrrow-please no- safe!"

"I will!"

For once in his life since falling victim to The Operator, he really hoped you make it home safe.

To say Liu would kill for you was an understatement.

You had both met when he was squatting in an abandoned building while he was looking for his brother.

Well to say Liu met you first would be incorrect, it was Sully who greeted you first.

The brash alter was ready to kill you at first, but noticing your age made something in him made him hesitate.

Sully knew the twinge of hesitation was from Liu, the urge to make you a younger sibling replaced any urge he had to kill you.

The alter never wanted to do anything to make Liu upset so he reluctantly switched out of the body.

You were terrified of the man who came in covered in stitches, especially when he began to dissociate right in front of your eyes.

He blinked slowly, and when Liu came to front the body, he was smitten with the child immediately.

"Hello...I'm sorry if I scared you." He spoke tenderly bending down to your height, "what are you doing here all alone?"

"I ran away." You whispered, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth, "Fuck off! Sorry! I mean- fuck off! I like your stitches!"

Your body seemed to curl in on itself like you were trying to fight off the urge to curse like it was hard for you to get your words out.

"It's alright, take your time-"

"Tourette's! I have it! I'm s-sorry." You breathed out suddenly, blinking rapidly.

"You're fine." He smiled sadly, "I have dissociative identity disorder."

"What's that?"

"I have multiple personalities, the man you met earlier. His name was Sully." Liu explained, holding out his hand, "Do you have a place to go?"

"No..." You shook your head,

"I'll take care of you."

From then on Homicidal Liu became your big brother.

You both saved each other that night.

The both of you never went out in the daytime, only night.

Sometimes Liu would take you out, other times Sully, who you considered another brother all on his own.

There were times you'd stop at a convenience store, and people would point and whisper at the both of you. Liu didn't care if it was about him, but when those harsh comments were directed at you, it was a whole other story.

If Sully was fronting he'd threaten them and then proceed to beat them to a pulp while you cheered happily.

If it was Liu, he'd smile tensely taking you by the shoulder and steering you out of the situation quickly.

He'd tell you to wait outside then proceed to beat them to a pulp, but you knew what was going on and it made you feel warm and cared for, for the first time in your life.

He didn't quite understand how or why Jay brought you along to find Alex but here you were.

His little cousin, you couldn't have been older than fifteen.

Tim brought it up to Jay once, why you were with them and he remembered his friend sighing.

Jay explained that you had nowhere else to go, you were kicked out of his Uncle's house and he was the next best option.

That's when Jay told him you had Tourettes, honestly, Tim hadn't even noticed, then again he didn't spend the most time with you.

However, he did do his research on the syndrome. If you were staying, he would be learning.

Tim didn't want to accidentally offend you in any way.

He was forced to watch you when Jay went out grocery shopping and you didn't want to go along.

Tim assured Jay he'd watch you, God knows why, but he did.

The both of you didn't talk for the first twenty minutes, he only noticed you blinking rapidly every once in a while.

You wrung your hands together letting out a low whistle, face twisting before relaxing.

After another round of rather harsh blinks, you sighed, "sorry...my tics get worse when I'm nervous."

"No worries kid." Tim waved you off, "I don't mind. I'm sorry I make ya nervous."

"Not your-" Another high whistle, "fault."

Tim licked his lips, he was about to offer you a cigarette, it's what helped calm his nerves but then he remembered you were barely fifteen.

"What usually helps calm them down?" He asked out of pure curiosity, hoping you weren't offended.

You weren't and you crossed your legs over one another on the bed, "um...sometimes it helps when I focus hard on something I like doing. On a good day."

"Well, what do you like to do?"

You fiddled with your fingers, letting out a low hum as your neck twitched to the side. "I like to play cards."

"Wanna play a hand? I'm a mean poker player."

"Poker?"

"Come here I'll teach you."

When Jay came back to the motel to see both of you playing poker, he was surprised.

You were focused, peering over your cards, a pile of what seemed to be coins all on your side of the room. "Hi, Jay!"

"Uh? What's happening guys?"

"I'm playing poker! I'm winning!"

"Don't teach my cousin to gamble!"

"Hey, not my fault they're a natural."

The woods were isolating, that was a fact.

He felt that loneliness every day, but he had to stop Alex and that was a fact.

His world stopped momentarily seeing a young child laying face down in the mud, blood pooling around their head.

Brian thought for sure they were dead, his heart clenched uncomfortably in his chest. Who would just kill a child and leave them there?

He walked over, mask off, gently flipping you to the front. There was a giant gash in your head and both eyes seemed to be swollen shut.

But you were breathing.

Brian hesitated before nervously picking you up in his arms and taking you to his makeshift shack.

He rested you on his thin mattress and cleaned your wounds. He trickled water down your throat and slipped his mask back on for when you woke up.

It took about two hours and the teenager awoke with a gasp for air, their body locked up letting out a plethora of 'fucks' all in a row.

As they came out of their tic attack, that's when they noticed Brian's presence.

They let out a whimper and froze. He understood why his mask was frightening but he wasn't going to share his identity with a teenager.

"W-where am I?" you sputtered hands gathering up his thin sheets.

Brian didn't respond. He only titled his head to the side. You looked around the small shack awkwardly.

"What happened to you?"

"I..." your brows furrowed together letting out a series of clicks in a row, as you did this your head kept snapping to the side. "Got beat up, for my Tourettes."

From underneath his mask, Brian frowned, "And they left you for dead?"

"I guess so."

"Did you see what direction they ran off?"

"N-North, t-towards the highway."

Brian stood up holding his hand out to you. You took it anxiously, "Let's get you home I'll take care of the others."

"Take c-care of?"

Brian only hummed in response, walking you back towards the direction of civilization.

He left you on the doorstep, and you gave him a soft and hesitant thank you.

Taking a detour in his mission shouldn't fuck it up too bad, plus he loved beating the shit out of teenagers who deserve it.

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 4 years ago

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IM IN LOVE WITH UHM THE UH MARBLE HORNETS STORY 😭😭

Thank you so much! It’s so nice to get feedback I really appreciate it, honestly I wrote those so long ago and finally decided to post them! They seem to be taking off a little so I may have to continue it! 😉

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Dust and Ashes

You look into the camera as you balance it on a rickety fence.

“My name is (y/n) and I’ve started these videos to document my journey. I want a record in case something happens to me.” You sigh heavily looking off into the forest behind you, immediately chills run down your spine. “I’m Jay Merrick’s cousin. He went missing a few months ago and I’ve made it my mission to find him. I know something bad happened to him, he’s been obsessed with an old project, from an old friend. I know his last location but that’s it.”

You decided to keep it simple for now. Turning off the camera you gave a large sigh, throughout Jay’s investigation he had always kept you updated. He was an idiot but he certainly wasn’t stupid, keeping you updated could’ve very well been his way of making sure someone knew something was wrong. He was family and you’ll be damned if you didn’t turn over every stone to try to find him.

At the time you didn’t fully grasp what mistake you had made. Opening your phone your fingers trace over the last text he sent to you.

‘I can’t trust Tim. I can’t trust anyone, I’m about to find Alex. I’ll text you when I find him.’

Hint he never texted you back.

You remembered Tim, vividly. You were there when they originally shot Alex’s student film, even if it was only for a brief period while you were visiting Jay. You met them all from Brian the quiet boy with a sweet gapped tooth smile and Tim. The only way you could describe him was ruggedly handsome, in a cuddly grizzly bear kind of way. They both were kind to you on set, even when Alex was at his worst, which you appreciated, just thinking about something bad happening to them made your heart flutter nervously in your chest. That is why Jay’s last text worried you, why couldn’t he trust Tim? What exactly did the both of them find that caused Jay, and Tim, to up and disappear?

Luckily, you had a pretty decent lead, Tim was spotted at an old drug store a few miles from where you currently were searching. Investigations tend to go a lot better when you had friends in other parts of the country, which, unlike your cousin, you had. As you slid into the driver's seat of your car you decided to call a said friend just to make sure Tim was still around that area. After a few rings he picked up the phone, you could practically hear the grin that spread across his face when he picked up.

“Hi sweetheart, what do I owe this pleasure?” You couldn’t help but smile at his cheerful tone, he was just one of those people. Their voice and happy disposition just made others smile even if they felt like doing anything but that.

“Hi, Oliver.” You greeted “I’m pretty sure you know the reason for my call.”

“Can’t a guy hope that you’re calling to confess your undying love to them? Or is that too much to ask for these days?” Your unamused silence was a clear answer for him “okay, okay. As far as I know, he hasn’t left town, he’s still staying at the motel I work at.” Oliver made a sound like he was kissing his teeth. “(Y/n) I can’t help but feel that this is a bad idea.”

“Even if it is I don’t have a choice. I have to find Jay, or at least what happened to him. He’s my family, they stick together.”

“I understand that and if you went missing I would do the same for you, but Tim, he seems really on edge. He goes out to smoke constantly and is always looking over his shoulder not to mention the pills I see him downing. (Y/n) what if something is trailing him?”

“What like the cops?” You questioned with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Maybe, he just seems like he’s losing it. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up after that, you sighed tiredly and kissed your teeth.

If Tim was running from the cops he was probably involved with Jay’s disappearance more than you thought, especially if Jay’s last text to you had anything to say about it. Dangerous or not you were going to confront him. Tim was your first clue, and only clue if you were being honest. Plus, you had too many questions and not enough answers. If Jay was...dead. The thought made you sick to your stomach, then your families deserved to know, and Jay would deserve justice. Those were the thoughts swimming around your skull as you pulled into the parking lot of the motel. Oliver greeted you by your car with a small smile, you immediately hugged him, overjoyed to have actual human contact.

“I wasn’t expecting a hug but I’m not complaining.” He grinned, hugging you back tightly, his ice-blue eyes wrinkling at the corners. His entire body shook with a deep chuckle, you closed your own (e/c) eyes listening to the comforting sound.

“Shut up and let me hug you. I haven’t had a good hug in a long while.” You shot back with a smile of your own, you pulled away from him and he took your (s/c) hands in his own.

“Sweetheart not to disappoint you but that’s very sad.”

“Oh, I’m well aware Ollie thank you. Such is my life.” A smirk spread across your lips as you raised a teasing eyebrow. He let out a laugh and punched you in the arm,

“Stop being so dramatic! You and I both know your life has been at least somewhat tolerable. After all, you met me and I’m pretty fucking fantastic.”

“You certainly are...something.”

“Fuck you.” Ollie scoffed taking your bags and bringing them to his room temporarily, you only smiled at the back of his head. You turned around and locked your car door as the setting sun illuminated the woods around you. Heart catching up into your throat you notice a shadow dart in between the tree line, hand coming up to your jacket pocket you gripped your pepper spray like a lifeline. However, as soon as you saw the shadow it disappeared before your eyes, startled, you jump back to life as Ollie called your name.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, no worries. I just need a drink.” You laughed deciding there was no need to drag Ollie into this as much as he already was, he snorted and held the door open for you. Stepping inside you noted the smell of damp air and dust in the motel room. It was cheap, clearly easy to afford, especially if someone was on the run. There was a small television on the wardrobe, a desk, and a single bed nothing too out of the ordinary. Ollie held out a glass of something you assumed to be whiskey and you downed it with a shiver. Oliver looked ready to pour you another glass of liquid courage and you had to shake your head. “Can’t get too drunk, still gotta confront Tim who knows if he’ll be gone in the morning.”

“If something happens. You know I’ll be here, scream, yell and fight and I’ll be over to his room as soon as I can.” You watched as Oliver swirled the liquid around in his cup, he frowned into the glass taking another swig.

“I will, I promise.” You nodded giving him a tense smile and taking a deep breath you gave him one last hug. “I’ll be alright, I can handle myself. It’s still Tim...hopefully. Plus he is the ONLY lead I have to find out what happened to Jay. I have to do this, Jay would do the same for me.” Hesitantly you pull away, that could be the last decent hug you will ever receive and god was it tempting to never leave Ollie’s arms. “If I don’t contact you after this, call the police if I don’t show up back at the room tell them that I knew that he had a lead on Jay, and I had to follow it immediately.”

Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose but nodded in response to your little speech. You knew he didn’t trust Tim or your judgment but this was something that had to be done. You had nothing left to lose, with clammy palms you adjusted the strap of your bag and headed to Tim’s supposed room. Oliver watched you go, his frown only growing deeper as he walked over to his desk, opening a drawer and glancing at the tape he received a few days earlier before your call. It was titled ‘Wilted Flower’ it arrived in a box and was sent by someone called ToTheArk. The video was chilling, it showed himself talking to you and sending you videos about Tim. With cryptic messages saying if he dug any deeper he’d end up dead, he knew that threat probably extended to you as well. Ollie did his best to try to stop you from confronting Tim but his efforts all seemed to be in vain. He just hoped you knew how deep this rabbit hole seemed to go cause he certainly wasn’t sticking around to find out.

You stared at the number 338 and you felt your nerves burn across your skin like fire; you bit your lip and knocked three times on Tim’s supposed door. There was a loud crash and what sounded like shuffling from the other side of the door. The door was thrown open and you felt the cool metal barrel of a gun placed right in the middle of your forehead.

“Who the hell are you?” Tim practically growled through narrow eyes, he looked different. Not a bad difference like a rugged different, he had the slightest growing of a beard, and his brown eyes pierced into your soul.

You should not be thinking about how attractive he is when he has a gun to your head. A bad plan.

“Tim what the fuck are you doing?! It’s me (y/n), Jay’s cousin.” You hurriedly tried to explain holding your hands in the air. He locked eyes with yours with a furrowed brow as a flash of recognition swam in his eyes.

“H-holy shit.” Tim let out a breathy almost hoarse-sounding laugh, from the smoking you had to assume. The gun, however, wasn't yet removed from your head which you were too nervous to point out. “How did you find me?”

“Jay.” You swallowed “Has been keeping me updated, where is he, Tim?” Tim’s jaw set as he grit his teeth, suddenly he pulled you into his motel room.

Clearing his throat before swallowing Tim turned to look out the window. Seemingly sensing everything was safe before officially turning to face you. “You said Jay was keeping you updated? Tell me how much you know.” There was no friendly tone in his voice, in fact, it seemed filmed with contempt and malice.

“What? No hello or warm hug to greet an old friend?” You gave a smile wiping your hands on your jeans. “Can’t blame you, I’m sure you’re surprised after everything that happened.”

Tim did not seem to notice, or care, about you trying to lighten the atmosphere.

You took another breath “Jay was hesitant to tell me much. He told me it was too dangerous, he told me something was wrong with Alex. That he found you and you and him teamed up like some type of paranormal investigators desperately trying to find Alex.” Turning your (e/c) eyes to lock directly with Tims’, standing a little taller and pointing a finger at him you accused “He said you betrayed him and that was the last I’ve ever heard from of him. So you better fucking tell me where the hell my cousin is before I slit your goddamn throat open.”

Immediately you noticed Tim’s hand go to grab his gun like he’s been threatened way too many times before you. He pursed his lips and breathed in through his nose, he looked like he was contemplating something before speaking up.

“You still are certainly the same spitfire I remember you being.” He cracked a rather awkward and uncomfortable smile. “You’re gonna need to sit down.”

“When it comes to family, I’m going to do anything I can for them.” You sat down on the edge of Tim’s bed as he leaned against the desk in the room. The desk looked the same as Oliver’s did, except Tim’s was messier. Covered with open pill bottles and papers covered in scribbles.

“Jay’s...dead I think.” The realization didn’t hit you as hard as you thought it would, you did have an idea that may be the case after all. You only nodded motioning for Tim to continue before speaking your mind, “I never saw him die. But I saw blood and...the thing we were after...not only Alex but...something else too. I think it took him.”

“Well we have to find it, find it and we find Jay and-”

“No.” Tim hissed almost lunging at you from across the room. You jumped this man could one hundred percent snap your neck in one good hit. You saw the veins in his neck throb seemingly trying to keep his temper in check. “The thing that took him is NOT human. I’ve been trying to escape the thing after I killed Alex.”

“You KILLED Alex?” Your face turned green and your stomach twisted into knots. At least Tim had the decency to look a little ashamed, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

“It was self-defense! He was going insane, working with the that-that thing!” He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I had to stop it. I had no other options…” Tim slouched while rubbing the side of his face. “None...even Brain’s fucking dead...everyone’s gone. This monster got all of them. We are the only ones left. The only one who I think is alive is Jessica, but something tells me she’s not considering the last time I talked to her I blacked out.”

His words chilled you to the bone. The only ones left? How is that possible? Your head was spinning with questions and so many unanswered.

“You look ill. I know it’s a lot to take in, like it or not you’re most likely a part of this now. Jay got you involved the minute he told you he was looking for Alex, you never should’ve tried to find me.”

“A lot to take in! Tim this is a fucking train wreck! How can all of them be dead! Who is capable of all this?”

“The Operator.”

“Who?”

“The monster I’m talking about, it’s called The Operator. He’s tall and has no face. I’ve tried to search for information about him and the only things I could find are things I already know. For now, I’m running from him.” Tim looked anywhere but at you “It’s the only thing I can do at this point. You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth, plain and simple.”

His story seemed crazy. A faceless man? Possessing Alex and killing all of their friends? It was utterly unbelievable but at the same time, Tim’s face didn’t seem to show any lies or falsities. Everything he was saying was true and that chilled you to your core.

“I believe you. I fucking can’t believe I believe you, but I do.” Tim’s head snapped towards you and a sad smile seemed to spread across his face. You had no idea what he was thinking but he looked almost relieved that you believed him. Just how long has he been alone and just how long has he been running from The Operator? “I’m not leaving. We can do something about this together. I just have one question.” Your throat felt dry,

“Shoot,” Tim grumbled seemingly alright that you were going to be sticking around. He probably figured you were already fucked.

“You said you blacked out? What does that mean exactly?”

Tim’s frown deepened tapping his fingers on the table. “Since the beginning, there’s been another group following Jay and me. They call themselves ToTheArk and Brian was a part of it. Dressing up as this masked man and harassing us...I never got to hear his explanation before he fell.” A look of devastation fell across his features and you gently took Tim’s hand on your own. You know how close the two of them were, you couldn’t imagine how hard and confusing that must’ve been for him. He tensed at the contact eyes flickering to your hand intertwined with his, slowly he relaxed and allowed the gesture.

“I...I was a part of it too or something. But I don’t remember any of it, I don’t know.” He groaned “What I do know is that when I take these pills, the less the blackouts seem to happen. That’s all you need to know.”

“Well fuck.”

Tim snorted covering the almost laugh with his fist.

“That’s one word for it.”

“So your plan, for now, is just to be on the run forever?” You ask tilting your head to the side watching him nod. “Is that possible? You’ll eventually run out of money, we have to stop this creature if you can, do you want to be on the run like that?”

“There isn’t a way to stop it even if I wanted to. Plus, didn’t you say we before? We are both on the run now.” Tim scoffed watching you purse your lips before responding,

“Yeah, I guess we’re both on the run now. Still though the money thing.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Sounds like a bad plan, but okay.” You mused sticking your nose up in the air as Tim faintly smiled at your childlike behavior. Maybe this would be a good thing for him, after Jay he’s been on his own and frightened for so long...maybe a partner was something he genuinely needed to keep his sanity. “You won’t be alone again Tim. You have my word.”

If only you could keep that promise. Tim’s faint smile turned sad, you just looked so determined he couldn’t stand to see that smile fade.

“Good to know I’ll have you by my side,” finally deciding on something to say after your final declaration.

You both stared at one another with glowing eyes and tender smiles. Warmth spread throughout your entire body and your nerves buzzed underneath your skin. You both were startled out of your stupor by a loud knock on the door. Gazes snapped towards the door and you moved to answer it thinking it was Oliver. Tim held a hand out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. God his hand was big, it looked like it could fit three of your hands inside it, you bet it was warm and calloused and shit he’s looking at you.

“W-what?”

“I said to keep quiet and stay behind me.” He grumbled like a bear taking his gun in the other hand. He peeked through the peephole brow furrowing upon not seeing anyone, ever so slowly he cracked the door open. Outside was a medium-sized box that looked haphazardly taped closed, on the top of the box there was a crudely drawn smiley face. Tim’s frown only seemed to deepen at the implication of what that smiley face could mean, his brows furrowed and you couldn’t imagine what he was even thinking upon seeing it.

“Here hold this.” He finally broke the silence practically shoving the gun into your hands, you fumbled with it for a moment looking more than a little panicked. Picking up the box in his arms, he brought it into the little motel room and placed it on the bed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, he tore open the tape in one swift movement and opened the contents.

‘Please don’t be a body part, please don’t be a body part.’

“What is it?” You asked hesitantly especially after seeing how pale Tim’s face had gotten once he spotted its contents. With shaky hands, Tim reached into the box and pulled out a mask.

You looked back up at Tim confusion written all over your features, his knuckles were turning whiter and whiter the longer he was holding the cursed object.

“Tim?” You tried once again to get his attention, immediately after doing so you let out a startled yelp as he flung the mask as hard as he could against the wall.

“Fucking god damn it! Piece of fucking shit. Fuck!” Tim let curses spill past his lips as the mask clattered against the shitty walls of the motel room. “This can’t be happening. How did he- He’s fucking-” He growled looking back at you, you had also paled considerably since Tim’s outburst. “Pack your shit we’re leaving NOW.” He practically hissed at you snatching the gun from your hands. You didn’t take the yelling to heart knowing something was very clearly wrong with the situation. Plus, Tim knew more about this crazy bullshit than you ever would you just had to trust him.

“Okay.” You nodded mentally preparing to say goodbye to your car. Besides you, Tim was packing all his necessities into his bags as fast as humanly possible.

“Tim the mask-”

“Fucking leave the fucking thing.” He spat at you heading out the door of the room, as you glanced at the mask you almost felt drawn to grab it. You looked back at the open door before letting out a curse of your own.

“Fuck it.” You snatched the mask up and shoved it in your bag, after all, what was the worst that could happen.

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 4 years ago

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Who Am I Really?

(Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Iron was all he could taste, as he hugged his arms close to his chest. The white snow that speckled the forest floor contrasted greatly with his newly acquired ash-grey skin. He could feel blood crusting under his fingernails, he could feel the sting of the cold snow underneath his bare feet as he walked. Whatever they did to him, he was no longer human that much was clear, his feet turned more animal-like and had ripped through his old shoes. If he was being honest with himself he knew that from the moment he awoke and could still see that he was no longer human.

Jack Nichols shivered as he caressed the hollow sockets where his eyes should’ve been. They were dripping with the black tar that was mercilessly poured in there by Jenny and her cult.

‘That absolute fucking bitch.’ He thought, and an animal-like snarl tore through his throat. He could feel the stretching and popping of his jaw as he ground his teeth together. Killing her and her stupid friends was therapeutic to him, remembering the taste of their blood as it filled his mouth when he tore out their throats made him feel euphoric. Pausing his steps only for a brief moment he let those memories of eating their flesh and organs consume him, it only served to make his mouth water.

What was wrong with him? Why did that memory, which happened only hours ago, make him so god damn hungry? What exactly had they done to him, as much as he tried not to dwell on that thought the hunger that ate away at him even after the slaughter was almost too much to handle. All Jack wanted when he woke up this morning was to go on a date with a cute girl, get a little drunk, and maybe get lucky (though realistically that was just wishful thinking). The true college experience one might say, even for a med student. Especially with a schedule as busy as his...that was as busy as his. He knew he should’ve just stuck to focusing on school and studying his brain out, god why did he have to listen to his friends as they urged him on the date.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

This. This was clearly the worst possible outcome.

What he really couldn’t believe, however, was that he allowed one of the cultists to get a hit on him, and a bad one at that. Turning his head to glance down at the tear in his thigh, it was a deep gash that desperately needed to get medical attention and fast. The only problem the former medical student faced was that whatever was pouring out of his leg wasn’t blood. It was a deep black ooze that stained the white snow that littered the forest floor. In fact, Jack wasn’t even sure if normal medical supplies would even heal his wound. Jack grit his teeth trudging onwards into the forest, a faint buzzing reverberated around in his skull like flies buzzing around a corpse that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He placed his hand against a tree the world spinning around him. Whatever the blood-like substance that was pouring out of his leg was, he was losing it fast. Jack heard the crunching of snow in front of him and a small gasp. It took most of his strength but he picked his head up and snarled. Jack bared his teeth and tried to make himself look as dangerous as possible, he felt like a wild animal that was cornered by the hunter. There was a girl in front of him, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was stuffed under a furry winter hat. She took a few steps back, her brown snow boots making giant footprints in her wake. He could hear the blood flowing through this girl’s veins, as her anxiety levels seemed to spike. The anxiety caused her heartbeat to quicken drastically, hearing the sound only served to increase Jack’s seemingly ceaseless hunger. Jack tried to take another step towards her, flexing the sharp nails on his hands but collapsed under his own weight, his fucking leg. He really couldn’t catch a break, could he?

“What are you?” The girl’s voice held a slight quiver to it and Jack could feel her sharp eyes burning holes into his body. He watched as she hesitantly took a step closer, her (f/c) parka standing out against the muted colors of the forest.

“I don’t know.” He responded with a raspy breath, she smelled divine but he had no strength to attack. Something in his bones told him that he was beyond human, something so much more, a god perhaps? What a silly thought that he couldn’t shake away. Through his quickly blurring vision, he swore he could make out a pair of fancy dress shoes a little bit behind the girl. He saw the girl drop to her knees and cover her ears, his vision went black and the sound of static accompanied the darkness.

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Jack was expecting to be dead. He expected to be accompanied by beautiful white light, maybe an angel or something. However, it caught him very off guard when he suddenly awoke in a rather plush bed. He threw the plaid covers off himself unceremoniously and moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed. The baby god never got far because he let out a howl of pain as a sharp sensation traveled up his thigh. Shit right, his entire upper thigh was practically ripped open. He forgot all about that, glancing down at his wound he noticed it was wrapped tightly in medical bandages and he assumed it was stitched up underneath the dressings. Whoever fixed the wound seemed to have done at least a semi-decent job, at least he wasn’t dead. Sniffing the air with his newly acquired sense of smell he could make out the distinct smell of humans and...was that lavender?

Jack felt his stomach growl and he doubled over clutching it. They smelled delicious. He could practically hear their organs singing out to him, rip open the human, steal us, devour us.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door opening, in the middle of the doorway stood the exact girl he’d seen in the forest. Immediately going on the defense he bared his teeth opening his jaw as wide as he could, he heard the popping sound of his jaw as it extended, he felt something swirl around in his mouth. He felt a chill run down his spine at the unwelcomed sensation.

Did he have more than one tongue?

Shaking the thought away Jack didn’t move to attack, he was never the type. He would always rather listen to rationality before getting his hands dirty, the only issue was he was starving and the girl would absolutely make a fine meal.

“Don’t try demon.” The girl scoffed eyeing Jack up and down, if he was still his old college self he would’ve gotten flustered at the gesture. A girl showing him attention? Unheard of back them. However, after Jenny, he was almost positive he’d never let that happen again. His sockets looked down at what the girl held in her hands, it was a plate, a plate that had kidneys on top of it. He was only mildly aware of the fact that he was drooling all over himself. “Oh gross.” She scrunched up her nose placing the organs on the bottom of the bed.

Without hesitation, Jack attacked the cold meat shoving it in his mouth with vigor. He knew blood was all over his face and hands but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Jack knew the girl’s calculated eyes were watching his every move, even so, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure as the food slid down his throat. Once the meal was finished and Jack was satisfied he finally felt he had enough strength to start asking questions.

“Who are you?” He rasped, whipping his mouth with the back of what was left of his sleeve.

“Really? You’re asking ME that question.”

“I’m not a fan of your attitude.”

“I’m not a fan of you bleeding out on my property.”

Jack growled low and guttural.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” The girl had the audacity to laugh in his face was she not aware of what he was capable of now?

“Nice try but I’m not scared of you. You’re not allowed to hurt me as long as you’re under my care.” She pointed to herself with her thumb, puffing out her chest a little however he could hear her pulse increase just the slightest bit.

Jack only scowled.

“What pray tell is exactly stopping me?” He raised an eyebrow watching carefully as the girl lifted up her sleeve to her sweater. Scared into her wrist was a symbol that Jack had never seen before in his life, but for some unknown reason, he felt dread wash over him. Carved into her wrist was an O with an X slashed through it. “What’s that supposed to prove exactly? That you’re into weird tattoos?”

The (h/c)-ette let out a loud sigh like this conversation was boring her. Oh he’s sorry it’s not his fault he was turned into a fucking organ-eating monster by a cult at his local college! If he still had his eyes they would be rolling so far back into his skull, yet he still waited for the girl to explain.

“My name is (y/n), I’m a medical proxy under The Operator. Currently one of the only ones he has left because we keep getting killed off by rogue killers.” The girl, (y/n), clicked her tongue in clear distaste at the mention of said killers. “Since I’m under The Operator it means if you kill me, he’ll kill you, that’s the deal Jacky boy.” That put him on high alert.

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

“You’re certainly full of questions for someone just waking up out of a coma. If you must know The Operator gave me a brief rundown of your file after we found you in the woods.” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest “It’s your lucky day because you just got hired to work for him.” She gave him a round of applause, but it sounded more mocking than serious and he only grew more confused.

“This doesn't make any sense to me. I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m sure it isn’t. It’ll all be explained in due time. For now, all you have to focus on is getting better so you can begin your training. Lucky for you, I’m your registered nurse and caregiver, so enjoy your stay at castle de la (Y/n). Trust me when I say you should value your time here while you still have it.” A thousand more questions ran through Jack’s mind and his little question and answer session with his self-proclaimed nurse didn’t really help.

“So you’re a med student then?” She made a noise of affirmation picking at the strings of her sweater.

“Was a med student Jack, that pretty much came to a screeching halt after I was scouted by the boss man. That, however,” He watched as (Y/n) put a hand to her lips signaling him to stop asking questions, “Is a story for another day. The first order of business now that you’ve eaten is a shower. Cause no offense but you smell like dried blood, and coming from me that’s saying something cause I smell blood all the time.”

Jack still didn’t trust this stranger fully and it got under his skin that she seemed to know everything about him and he knew next to nothing about her. Yet, a shower did seem nice at this moment, he glanced down at his hands and noticed his nails were caked with dry blood. He could only imagine what every other part of his body looked like, (y/n) clearly didn’t bother cleaning him up aside from dressing his wounds.

“A shower sounds good.” Jack nodded in confirmation and the girl gave a relieved smile.

“Oh thank God you agreed, it took me a week of convincing to get Jeff to go take his first shower.” Jack decided it was best not to ask who Jeff was deciding that that was a can of worms he shouldn’t open just yet. She reached out to touch him and he immediately recoiled back almost biting her handoff, the smile that appeared disappeared into a frown.

“Don’t touch me.” Memories of Jenny’s friends holding him down while he pleaded for his life flashed across his mind. The blade coming closer and closer to Jack’s crystal blue eyes before making contact and-

“Alright, cannibal boy snap out of it. Can’t have you succumbing to blood lust just yet. You don’t wanna injure yourself more.” (Y/n) snapped her fingers next to his ears and he couldn’t help but feel a little grateful that she snapped him out of his stupor. “I was going to help you to the bathroom because you really shouldn’t put pressure on your leg. Is that okay?”

Jack felt himself nodding reluctantly. She was right, he really shouldn’t put stress on his leg or it could cause more harm than good. Especially since he didn’t know the extent of the injury yet, for all he knew he was lucky they didn’t hit the femoral artery. Her arms went around his waist as the god and the human girl hobbled to the bathroom together. On the short walk there Jack was trying to get a feel of the house, in case he needed to make a grand escape in the future.

“I’ll put some fresh clothes outside the door for you, call for me when you’re done so I can help you back to the bedroom.” (Y/n) explained as Jack hobbled into the bathroom, he didn’t feel the need to respond to her as he shut the door in her face. He heard a faint click of a tongue from the other side of the door and listened to the girls retreating footsteps.

Jack leaned against the sink putting most of his weight on his hands. The sink creaked at the newfound pressure and Jack wasn’t sure it was because it was an old house or because he had newfound strength. He glanced up at the mirror, it was weird somewhat seeing when you had absolutely no eyes. It was the first time since the incident he got a good look at himself, he looked about as good as he felt.

Terrible.

His auburn hair curled around his now pointed ears and was caked in mud and dirt. He was almost grateful that (y/n) didn’t touch him aside from the wound while he was unconscious, Jack couldn’t imagine what he might’ve done if he felt anyone go near his face. Speaking of his face, he opened his mouth and saw his teeth were shaved into razor-sharp fangs. His stomach turned as he remembered the exact reason why they were like that, organs. They were like that so he could eat organs. The thought wasn’t nearly as nauseating as it should’ve been.

His skin was unnatural and sickly grey color, as he lifted up his shirt the color seemed to spread all the way down his body. He glanced down at his hands and saw his nails were long and black, almost like those girls who wore acrylics, except he was sure their nails couldn’t rip into people's chests with a single swipe. Continuing down his body he lifted up one of his padded feet, he was correct in his assumption from earlier. They were much more animal-like, he wondered if they made him faster, what purpose could they possibly serve other than that?

Gently letting his footfall back down on the floor he shuffled to the shower and turned it on, the water sprayed out in a burst and he patiently waited for it to heat up. Eventually, he was able to step inside, not before knocking his head not only against the curtain rod but also on the showerhead.

“Fuck!” He snarled glaring down at the showerhead. Jack did a little double-take, okay he was also super tall, at least he got one blessing out of whatever the fuck was happening. Jack had to kneel on the ground in order to let the water roll down his body, with a deep breath he enjoyed the warm water pelting his skin. He fumbled around with the shampoo trying to figure out how to open it without popping a hole in the container. As the lid popped open he was hit with the calming scent of lavender.

~~~

“We’ll send someone to come back and check on him in about a month give or take, see how he’s adjusting and healing.” A figure spoke from the kitchen shaking a cigarette into an ashtray, as (y/n) stood across from him. The man ran a hand through his messy brown hair “Then we’ll reassess him, give him a test and see if he’s fit to come to the mansion.” Meanwhile, the girl heaved a sigh of her own and leaned against the cool tiles of her kitchen wall.

“So it’s gonna be my responsibility to explain everything that’s happening to him? Isn’t that supposed to be your job Tim?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow “You realize he’s, like, almost seven feet tall, has no eyes and eats organs right? I’m not even sure WHAT he is.” She muttered, “The rundown I got really only gave me his background and his clear trauma.”

Tim clicked his tongue like the girl in front of him was wasting his time, it made her ball up her fists subconsciously.

God, the main proxies really got on her fucking nerves sometimes.

“You won’t have to worry about that, The Operator will handle all of that throughout the coming weeks. No need to worry. You also don’t need to worry about harvesting organs for him, and hopefully, once he’s healed he’ll work on doing that himself. But for now, someone on a kill close by will be dropping off organs.” Tim’s nose scrunched up a little and the (h/c)-nette’s did the same, she normally prided herself on her strong stomach, but this was a lot even for her. “The only thing you have to do is monitor his eating, see how much he will need on a weekly basis, and obviously keep him alive.”

“Obviously.” They both seemed to have a mutual understanding about that at least, she fucks up and he dies they’re both in deep shit with The Operator. Tim reached to the side where his porcelain mask sat against the countertop.

“Don’t fuck it up.” He pointed to her before slipping out the door leaving the women alone with an organ-eating monster. (Y/n) mimicked ‘don’t fuck it up' in a nasal voice before kicking off the wall and heading back in the direction of her guest's room, she pulled out a pair of crutches from the closet and rested them by the bedside. She gently scratched at the faintly buzzing symbol on her wrist, this is going to be a long month.

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