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ೃ⁀➷ WATCHED. (PT. 2)

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem! Reader

Content/Warning: Stalker!Jack, Death(s), Mention of Lust and Being Aroused, Intent of Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior

Note: It's been a while gang... and honestly didn't think I was gonna make a pt. 2 but LONG AND BEHOLD, I made a pt. 2. I hauled ass, it took me like three hours to make it. Art found on Instagram, could also be found on Tumblr by @/angrytyrantgentlemen (account linked in part 1 : PART 1) not proofread

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How did you end up running in the dark woods? The only thing you could recall was you in the kitchen, making a batch of tea for yourself and some friends you invited over. It was supposed to be a calm night- a fun night. However, when entering your living room where your friends should've been- well, they are there.

But with blood seeping out of their necks. Their necks had been sliced, but you didn't dare to stay in the room. The tea fell along the tray that once supported the cups. You clamped your hand over your mouth- muffling the scream that accompanied it.

Your legs seemed to move by themselves as you found yourself throwing up the contents of your stomach into the toilet. The thought of it made you want to cry- curl yourself into a fetal position. You had to call the cops; you needed to call them.

A few seconds after throwing up the contents of your stomach, you fished for your phone. You sat against the wall in paranoia. The door was shut but it seemed to do nothing to calm you down. The ringing of your cell phone echoed in the bathroom.

It stopped. The ringing stopped-

Why did it stop?

You tore the phone from your ear and to your eyes. You have perfect bars; perfect signal... The conclusion that you came to was that they hung up on you.

You were about to call them again but hesitated. The creaking of floorboards was present. A small gasp escaped your lips before you clasped your lips together. Who was that? You were extremely paranoid that you rehearse a prayer in your mind. You hope that whoever it was didn't hear your idiotic noise.

The floorboards creaked as someone continued to move around the house. Luck was on your side, it seemed like they didn't hear you.

You breathed in and out silently. You needed a way out of here, but the only option was going out the bathroom door. Your window was much too small for you to go through. You mentally cursed as you gently placed your ear on the door. Your ears picked up the footsteps that climbed their way toward your room.

Your brain and gut were screaming at you. It only took you a few moments of listening before your brain recognized the pattern of the footsteps. The same set of footsteps were in your home numerous weeks ago. You were almost positive it was the same person. This same scene happened just a few weeks ago as well...

Your phone lit up.

Your breath hitched. Your eyes widened.

Your eyes gazed at the phone that rested in your hands. The screen lightened up with a notification. A text from an unknown number. You can only guess who it was from. Curiosity kills the cat.

You tapped the notification.

I told you I would see you soon.

You can safely say it was from Jack. You recalled the name that he gave you over text. You stared at the text for what seemed like an eternity.

I'm sorry I took so long to come back to you, sweetheart. I got busy. <3

The heart made you sick- queasy. It made you want to crawl out of your skin and die in a hole. You wanted to hide from this man.

What do you want from me, Jack?

You forced yourself to use his name. You hoped it would threaten him in some aspect. Maybe he would back off.

I can't wait to see you. I can't wait for you to call out my name in your voice.

You felt sick- you wanted to throw up again, but your stomach held nothing in it. Sweat slid down your forehead in nervousness, hands; clammy. You wanted to cry, you wanted to be safe.

Leave me alone.

You could barely type as tears trailed down your face. It made your vision blurry. Your hands shook as you typed out a response.

You will have two minutes. You have two minutes to run and hide in the woods. I will let you know when your time is up. You start when I text you again.

That was it. Your chance was presented in front of you. You disregarded his message to go towards the woods. You would go towards civilization.

One of the reasons I find you attractive is the way you think. Go towards the city and I will find a way to hurt the ones you love. Run.

That was your signal to run and hide. You were forced to go towards the woods that were located only a couple of meters. This threat was a promise and you knew well of it. The living proof was in your living room.

Wasting no more time, you stood up before ripping the door open to run.

That's how you ended up in the woods, running for your life. You weren't aware what was chasing you, but your two minutes were up soon. Your feet screamed in agony. The adrenaline was pumping through your whole body.

It took ten seconds before your phone dinged. Your time was up. You didn't need to check to understand that. You didn't halt any movement as you carried your body through the dark woods.

The wind howled and gazed at your cheeks. Unfortunately, the sounds you could only hear were your heart pounding and the wind. You had zero clues if the man was behind you or far from you.

What seemed like forever- you stopped and rested against a tree. You needed to be wary of your surroundings. All you achieved was distance. You just prayed it was enough.

You wobbled and stumbled across the tree lines. You needed to hide- eventually, you found a hollow tree. A space big enough for you to squeeze in. Sucking in a breath, you nervously climbed inside the hole.

You clamped your hand over your mouth. You can hear the wind howling, and the trees swaying and hitting each other.

Five minutes. It took him only five minutes to find you, including the time for you to hide. His shoes crushed the leaves under his weight. He could smell you- smell the sweet scent of yours. He could hear you, your little heart pounding against your ribs- the small intake of air that you needed.

Oh, how he wanted you to be his. All his...

He stood beside the tree that you hid in. He wanted to scare you- he wanted your little heart throbbing like crazy. The smell of fear was radiating off your body and he was almost... aroused.

He took a deep breath before slamming his fist against the tree. The tree swayed and you shrieked. He smirked under his mask as he watched you stumble out of the opening of the tree. Your attempt to run was futile as he wrapped his arm around your waist. His free hand gripped your wrist. He held you from behind.

"Found you," He whispered into your ear.

Your heart accelerated. Your breath hitched. He caught you.

You thrashed in his arms. His grip seemed to tighten as you cried out. "Please! Let me go," You whined and sobbed.

He chuckled lowly, "I can't do that, my love. You're all mine. And you'll understand that soon enough." He spun you in his arms so that you faced him.

His frame was slim- slender, but his strength was the opposite. He stood tall. You assumed he could be well over 6'5. His dark blue mask was stained with a tar-like substance. You couldn't see his eyes due to the mesh of the mask covering it. His brown hair seemed to poke out from his hoodie.

You cried and sobbed in his grip. Your plea to be let go was ignored. He tilted his head as he observed your tear-stained face. It was almost pitiful.

He couldn't help but coo at you, "Awh, look at you." If you could see his expression, you could guess he was driven by obsession and lust. He wanted you so badly- in every shape and form.

You mumbled incoherent words however he picked up some words. "Not.. worth.. please... go." It was extremely obvious what you were referring to. You tugged and moved away from him- or attempted to. It was useless, he pulled you up against him before he spoke.

"You're all mine. No one will take you from me. You're worth everything to me- you're my reason in this god-forsaken world." He confessed with so much adoration and infatuation.

"And you will be mine. Whether you like it or not," He spat harshly before he jabbed something into your neck. Your vision blurred before you blacked out.

The last thing you heard was his chuckles and his humming as darkness collapsed on you.

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olivv33z · 4 months

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ೃ⁀➷ WATCHED.

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem! Reader

Content/Warning: Stalker!Jack, Brief Mention of Torture, Brief Suggestive Content (no smut), Character Death

Note: I had this somewhere in my docs and I need something to post now. Art found on Instagram, could also be found on Tumblr by @angrytyrantgentlemen (PART 2)

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A hand fell through her hair, caressing it gently like it would shatter in seconds. He couldn’t help but catch a whiff of her hair. The same shampoo she always used filled his strong senses. The scent was engraved in his head due to how often he has been in her room. It was a euphoric scent.

He couldn’t help but continue to glide his claws through her hair, he made a mental note of how soft it was.

How long has he been there? Watching, touching her? He couldn’t remember when he entered her house, or how he ended up next to her. He couldn’t care. He was enchanted by the beauty that lay peacefully. She was so vulnerable to him. Something stirred up in him, a primal instinct?

Air-popped from your arms when you propped up from your bed— another exhausting night. Sleep is relaxing for everyone— everyone but you. The feeling of being watched was always there. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of someone or if it was all the movies you’d been watching.

You yawned, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. You stumbled out of bed and began the long day ahead of you.

You picked up the toothbrush to brush your teeth until you heard your phone ring from your room. The phone rang until you picked it up. “Hello?” You murmured, noticing it was your boyfriend’s mother calling you. A frantic cry was heard on the other side, “Is Griffin with you?” She was breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow at no one, “No? I thought he was visiting you.” You carefully formed your words.

She cried at your words, “It’s true then!” What’s true?

You repeated your mental question out loud, “What’s true? What happened?” The sound of panic is heard in your voice. You paced around your room in anticipation— it was starting to eat you alive. She was known to be a calm and collected woman, so why was she freaking out? She choked back a sob before she said anything. Anyone can tell that she was slowly breaking down inside. “Griff-Griffin! He’s been murdered!” She cried.

It took ten seconds for her words to sink in. The toothbrush that you held in your hand fell with a small thud against the carpeted floor. Your mind is blanked out, staring at the wall in front of you. Nothing could be heard, the sound of static filled your head.

“You’re lying. I just saw him yesterday!” You were quick to deny her. Instead of sadness clouding your judgment, it was anger and rage.

You hung up before she could answer back. Your phone could be found on the other side of the room where you threw it. All of your memories of Griffin played through your head— the bad, good, the funny, and the sad memories that you both made are down the drain.

Your phone buzzed. The screen lit up. Your eyes darted up to the screen— it took all your strength to move your body. Unlocking your phone, an unknown number texted you.

Seems like poor Griffin is gone...

Your eyebrows furrowed in disgust. The number gave a mocking text.

That’s not funny.

The text finally made your brain understand the situation. All of your emotions came down at once. Tears drop from your eyes, and your face feels hot. Your knees buckled— dropping down to kneel on the bedroom floor. You sobbed into your hands, this feeling of sadness felt surreal. How were you going to get through this? Your tears dropped onto your phone making it light up. From your cloudy vision, you can see that the unknown number replied to you.

With a trembling hand, you gripped your phone tightly. You swiped into your phone and looked at the text. Due to your blurry vision, you couldn’t make out the words until you wiped your tears against your sleeve.

But it’s so funny.. It was funny hearing him beg and plea for forgiveness and mercy. It was funny when I took his senses away, one by one. Watching him slowly die was funny.

The look on your face was clear. Fear. Another series text came through making the fear inside you rise.

Don’t be scared. I did it for you. Griffin didn’t deserve you. He treated you terribly.

You scoffed at the message. They didn’t know anything about Griffin. He was, honestly, the kindest and most honest man you had ever known. Keyword: known. Now he was gone. Knowing that is a fact makes your stomach churn.

You didn’t know him.

You defended Griffin’s name, but it didn’t matter.

Don’t make me laugh. I watched you both for months. Haven’t you suspected anything when he was gone?

You gulped down your nerves, they seemed to reach a curious section in your mind.

What do you mean? Watching us for months? What is wrong with you?!

You typed furiously, this sick game they're playing is driving you insane. You weren’t sure what caused you to continue playing this taunting game— nor were you sure if they were telling the truth but what’s the harm of asking?

So many things are wrong with me. You wouldn’t want to know. I’m your friend, don’t paint me as your enemy. I saved you from heartbreak, it would’ve been worse if you found out.

You stared confusedly at the texts. Heartbreak? If you found out? How confusing.

I’m calling the cops on you. This isn’t a funny joke. You're sick.

You waited for a reply but there was nothing for a couple of minutes. Groaning in the process, you started to press in the number for the cops. As you dialed the final number the phone ping rang through the quiet room. They messaged you again— gulping down your nerves you opened it. There was a video attached to the text.

You seem to enjoy my company since you waited five minutes… Attachment: 1

You paused to look at the video. The play button was just a couple of centimeters from your fingertip. Their text coursed an emotion through you. Waited? How did they know? Your head whipped towards your windows. Between the two windows was the gray sky. It wasn’t dark out but it wasn’t bright out. Nothing seemed to be out there however that didn’t seem to stop you from moving. You slowly picked yourself up to move yourself inside your bathroom. Your trembling legs couldn’t carry you very far. You closed the bathroom door quietly and secured it.

Your back against the wall— sliding down it. Focusing back on the phone, the video stared back at you. “Fuck it,” You whispered— clicking the video. You made sure to turn your sound up a tiny bit to make sure you heard everything. The sound of the video filled up the void of silence in the bathroom.

The video screen was pitch black but there were moans and groans sounds following after a few seconds of silence, and then Griffin’s voice came on. “Fuck! You make me feel so good.” More sounds came along. A woman’s voice followed, “Why are you even with Y/N if I make you feel good?” Her voice was small and fragile.

Not daring to finish the video, it was paused. The video was over twenty seconds long and you couldn’t bear the fact that it only took seven seconds of the video to make you want to throw up. He’s been cheating on you. How long? You typed out a response.

Who are you…, how do you have this video?

Even if you didn’t see anyone in the video you know what Griffin's voice sounds like and that was him. No doubt. The only question that lingered in your head was who was the lady? Too many unanswered questions.

Well you know I was around the neighborhood and stumbled across him and a lady who wasn’t you…. And you know…. Who I am? I believe we all are trying to find ourselves, don’t you think?

Just tell me. Please.

You typed out. It was foolish to think that you would get the name or anything of the person who murdered your ex-boyfriend but—

An envelope slipped through the crack of the door. You froze in place. A creak was heard on the other side of the door— walking away from you. Not daring to move a muscle until you were sure that you were safe. You subtly dropped your phone next to you and got onto your hands and knees to crawl toward the paper.

Once you get near the paper, you snatch it. Quickly getting back into your original place in the bathroom you clutched the envelope in fear. Your breath hitched when you opened it. They were photos of you with captions on each photo. Even some unflattering photos of you but it seemed like he found you beautiful since each caption would have a compliment about you and the date following it.

Your phone buzzed and lit up— it was from him.

See you soon, sweetheart. - Jack

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