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AAF: Window pt.3(Eyeless JackXKiller!Reader)

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You were currently taking a shower in a motel.

After getting away, Jack drove the car until it ran out of gas on the highway, the sun having gone down already. You were able to flirt attract someone willing to give you both a lift to the nearest gas station. It was a pickup truck and Jack sat in the back with your scarf around his masked face. You had to make small talk with the creepy guy driving, lying by saying that Jack was your boyfriend and that you were pregnant. All the while gripping the box cutter in your coat pocket. You convinced him that you would get a ride back out to make him leave you alone at pump. You went into the gas station and got something to drink and a pair of sunglass. While you two walked in the mid fall night, you tried desperately to convince him to use the sunglasses and scarf instead of the very suspicious mask. He refused all arguments, though he took the glasses anyway. You guys walked until the wee hours of the morning where you proposed you'd both stay at a cheap motel. You still had $100ish in your bra from the other world and you even found $50 trying on clothes.

When you got your room, you immediately passed out on the bed. It was more comfortable than anything you slept on in weeks and made you forget to watch Jack. He didn't do anything, falling asleep also.

You had another strange dream. It wasn't as bad as the last one, but that's only because you couldn't remember it as clearly as the last. You woke up feeling the same unease and was sweating horribly. You had to hold yourself until you felt calm again. Jack was sleeping in a blanket cocoon the whole time, his mask on the nightstand. It almost noon when you checked the clock and got up to take the shower.

When you get out, you feel sqeaky clean with the (hair color) dirty mess that was your head being tamed and all the blood and sweat completely off your body. You left the bathroom, having put on yesterday's dress shirt and pants, and immediately run into Jack standing in front of you. He grabs your shoulders tightly, almost hurting, and moves you to the side. He lets go and walks into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. You stare at the closed door a little frazzled but mostly confused. You shrug it off and start the TV. 

You watch the news and weather channels mostly. You found out the date and the weather along with confirming that this world is basicly yours without a you. Or maybe you exist but aren't a murderer? Could you meet an alternate universe you?  See what would have happened if your life didn't get so fucked? This freaked you out a bit, so you blocked it out and turned on some day time television show.

Jack came out of bathroom on your thrid episode of Maury. You guess this was his first time taking a shower instead bathing in a tub in who knows how long. He came out without a shirt, still drying his hair. You managed not too be obivious as you checked him out again. His long wet hair kinda hung in front of his masked face, before he pushed it back. He really was attractive and it made you even more curious about his face. You wondered if his face is more distorted than the rest of him, imagining melted features or just a gaping hole with teeth. There was also the black stuff you see every once in a while. It was on the scarf when he gave it back earlier and when you looked at the pillow of the bed, you could see the black substance again. Was it coming out of his face hole or something?

Jack finished getting dressed and sat at the foot of his bed. He watched the TV a minute before getting up and getting his notebook. He wrote his thoughts in sharpie.

"So what do we do now?"

You sigh. You haven't given much thought into what you wanted to do now.

"I'm not sure. I have no agenda or goals. Nobody is waiting for me and I'm not being looked for anymore. I'm pretty much waiting for something to give me purpose."

"You were being looked for?"

You still haven't told him anything about the other world or being a wanted murderer. You didn't feel like he would believe you earlier and he might think your crazy, but now...

Why the hell not.

*15 minutes of explanation, 5 minutes of life story, and 4 minutes of clarification*

"So do you plan on staying a killer?"

"I already told you I don't know. Up until this point I had some inkling or hint of what to do because of the voice. Without that... I just... don't."

You felt yourself start to tear up. You always thought of yourself as self-reliant, but without the voice, you were just drifting. It made you more frustrated than sad, but you would be lying if you said there was no sadness at all. You wiped your eyes and took some deep breaths, before continuing.

"Anyway, I guess there is nothing for me to do right now. What about you, Mr. Mask. Do you want to reveal some backstory or plan of action?"

Jack looked down in thought before he started to write.

"hold on"

He wrote for nearly an hour and a half. You had gotten up at one point to eat some bread you took from the mansion and had started to watch TV again. You would occasionally  look over at him to him writing furiously. Finally, he waved several papers infront of you. There were 5 pages that were filled front and back with neat handwriting. You glanced at him and he made a move as wanting you to read them.

(wall of text backstory alert and detailed gore alert! It gets pretty dark and not  pleasant. It is also kinda my head canon for him so... yeah. You were warned.)

"My whole name was Jack Iles. I had a decent life with no major issues. I had just gotten out of high school and was accepted to a good university to study in medical. I had always wanted to be a doctor. I was doing ok, but falling back a bit. I wasn't into the party scene so I didn't have real 'freinds', just aquaintaces and colleagues. I didn't have much contact with my family because I didn't want them to see me so strained and tired. Then one day during one of the breaks, I got a call that my parents got into an accident. I rushed to the hospital and found out my father had died and my mom was in critical condition. My mom never woke up and I went into a depression.

I continued school, but my grades continued to decline. I got a part time job to pay for the medical bills that the rest of the family took care of mostly. I felt more and more hopeless as time went on and this is when the cult found me. Maybe it was their talk of finding a path through a person's brain and my mother's coma, but they pulled me in like fish. I had quit my life and everything about it. I was staying in one of their group houses, giving them all my money, doing menial labor just for them. I had been with them a year when they chose me to summon him. They made it seem like I would be a prophet. They took me to that mansion and set everything up in a building in the backyard. It was basicly a tent and it was filled with the most evil looking ritualistic crap that any satanist would cut off his arm for. I was confused, but that didn't stop me from particapating.

I can't tell you what happened next. Partly because it gets blurry after entering. I do know what happened while in the middle of the ceremony, but I'll leave that out too. After the ceremony, they assumed it had failed and were coming to get me rid of me. When they saw me though they were excited. I still was mostly intact and had a body. I still looked the same except my eye were apparently black. They thought they could use me for later. It was when they heard my voice that they felt fear. I was able to escape and went back to the hostel, thinking they could do something anything. They ended up either running or trying to hurt me. I couldn't even tell them it was the cults fault this happened me. I just ran and ran and hid. I was scared to go to my family and I had no other relations, so I was on my own.

I lived in the woods for a long time. It was a park that had those restroom buildings. I stayed in those and since I didn't get hungry, I had no reason to go out. It wasn't until I
did get hungry a couple months later that I went out into town. I broke into someone's house and ate everything in the kitchen but it didn't fill me. Each day I felt hungrier, the pain spreading from my stomach to the rest of my body like fire. I became more animal like, unable to remember what was happening in those days beside my the pain. It felt like I was losing a part of my mind every hour I wasn't full. I had been in a little park sleeping in the bushes. I had smelled something that made me wake up fully alert. I sprinted  toward the smell and found a bum under a tree. I think he was beat up earlier. He was bleeding and barely noticed me approaching. 

I tore him apart. I ripped open his clothes and his stomach and ate all of what was inside. It was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten I savored every bite. When everything stopped hurting I came back to my senses. I saw myself covered in blood and a mutilated man's body infront of me. I was disgusted with myself. I was suppose to be a doctor, but I murdered this man in the most violent way. I really cried that day, but no tear fell. Only this black ooze. When I saw it, I went to find a mirror. I had changed so much. My skin was dark and teeth had gotten sharp. My eyes weren't black anymore. They were gone altogether. I could still see but it was like looking through a filter. It was-
The paper looked be worn from erasing.- different. Things looked different, felt different. I was so distrested that I ended up going to my mom. 

She was being kept with my aunt from before. I broke into the house while my aunt was gone and went to her room. She looked thin and was connected to an IV. There was a pile of boxes in the room of her stuff. I ended up seeing this box on the top that looked like a present. I thought it was for my mom for when she woke up, but looking at the tag, it was for me from both my parents. I opened it and it was surgical tools. It was a knife set with all the replacable blades and scissors. I went to my mom's bed side and  just wept, calling for her like a child. Next thing I know, I feel her moving. I look up, and she looks directly at me with her eyes all wide. She opens her mouth and I thought she was going to comfort me like in the movies.

She didn't.

She let out the breathiest scream ever. It almost sounded like a whistle. She did this for several seconds and then died. Later I realized my voice was probably what woke her up, ironicly, but she died from seeing my face. After that, I just ended up leaving with my present. I became kinda disconnected from reality, sleeping or staring into space. When I got hungry again, I let my body lead me to where I needed to go. I ended up sneaking into this guy's house and room. While he slept, my hand pulled out the scalpel. My hands cut my fingers so they would bleed on the scapel, covering it in the black stuff in my veins. It then started to cut into him, but not like before. It was using it like a scalpel was supposed to be used. I slowly got into it as I took out his insides, peice by peice. The man never woke up, me cutting out his heart to finish him. I laid out the organs in rows on the man's floor and before I ate each one, I'd say everything I know about it: scientific name, size, funtion, possible diseases, etc. By the time I Ieft, I felt like something was found for me again.

Time passed quickly. I would get hungry about once a month and killing people was almost like a therapy of sorts.I started wearing the mask as a kind of mourning mask. It's kinda symbolic with the lack of mouth and covering my face, don't you think so? I started stealing books on the human anatomy and psychology. I read medical  text books like from college, teaching myself the material. I wanted to try and understand this thing inside me more and possibly do
something about it. As the year progressed though I came to except it as a real part of me. A trait of my being. I figured out that eating organs was what kept my body from becoming sludge like the other creatures in the basement. It was as if everything inside me was emptied that first couple months and it would eat the rest of my body and mind if not fed. I'm also stronger after I eat, like super human strength. 

I did this a little bit more than a year. I gained the attention of the police as a serial killer, but wasn't caught by them. The cult had apparently tracked me through the state. They found me just after my last kill and waited until I needed the next. They were prepared with noise cancelers and dragged me back with as little attention as possible. They had taken all my books and research and used it it further their own progress in the dark arts of insanity. They kept me for study and eventually figured out those other abominations were saying and I could undestand and translate. They forced me to it down in a more understandable and less traumtizing way. They fed me the bare minimum to keep me weak, but sane. I had been stuck in that basement a year or so when you came down there.

Thank you by the way. I never mentioned it this whole time but I really am grateful for letting me out. I'm not going to say I owe you anything though :-P. I think I'll just continue from where I was before I was taken.


You reread the papers twice. You looked up at Jack. He pretended to watch tv but you knew he was looking at you. You looked back to the notebook papers. You had no idea what to say. You two sat there silence, the tv filling the quiet. Finally, after some time, I spoke.

"Do you still have the scalpels?"

He turned toward me slowly, his emotions unreadable. He slowly nodded and wrote on the notebook.

"That's what I went to find in the storage room."

"Can I see them?'

He lowered his head in what you think was contemplation. You said something before he answered.

"Show you mine first, if it makes you feel better."

He looked atyou, his head tilted questioningly. You reached into the pocket of your pants and pulled out your trusty box cutter. You could see the dried blood on it's handle. There was probably a little blood from all your victims since you didn't want to wash it off. The blade was a bit rusted from it but it was still sharp for you. You held it out and Jack took it from your fingers. He was gentle the way he inspected the weapon infront of his mask, at one point sniffing it. You raise an eye brow and he just shrugs, handing the blade back. When you get it, you slightly sniff it, a bit curious. There is a slight odor, but its not enough to deter you from it. Jack stares while you do this and you just smirk. 

"Nows your turn."

He looked away, got up and went to his bag. His reached in and pulled a pouch out. He came back to his bed. He unzipped the side and opened it up so you could see. The metal tools were not the silver you imagined. Instead they were a deep shiny black. The glint that came off them was tinted red. You wanted to look at it closer.

"Can I pick one up?"

"I guess. Your more or less immune to corruption, so it shouldn't bother you..."

You slowly reach in and pull a scalpel from its spot. The the metal was icy to the touch and had certain weight to it. You held it to your eyes trying see any scratches or a reflection. You looked hard at the blade and you think you see the movement of a reflection. you look closer and deeper until it was a couple inches from your nose. Suddenly, something flashed inside that made flinch and fumble it in your hands. Jack's hand shot out to your shaky ones to stead the blade in your palm.

"S-s-sorry." you stutter as you give the scalpel back.

He quickly takes it and puts it away. He then grabs hs notebook.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you say, your heart still thudding.

"What happened then?"

"Nothing."

He pushed the last sentence in your face, reinterrating it. You pushed the paper away.

"It was nothing! I just thought I saw something."

"What?"

"I don't know..."

He stared at you and you felt uncomfortable. You got up and started for the door.

"I need some fre-"

You were cut off as you were pulled back by your arm, falling backwards onto the bed. Jack gets on top of you and pins your flailing arm to your side. He bends down toward your face so have to look at the black cloth that cover the eye holes of the mask, his longish hair tickled your cheek and forehead. You didn't know his emotions were, but you didn't care.

"Get off!"

"No." 

His deep echoed in your ears and made you pause to look at him.

"Just tell me what you saw."

He sounded like he was just holding back his anger. It was filled with command with the slightest bit of pleading. The words made a cold streak go up your spine, hitting the back of your skull with a throb. You knew you could not get him off, him being just strong enough to keep you down.

"I... I thought I saw s-something move in it. I thought ... I thought saw it's eyes."

"It's?"

"Th-the thing in my dreams?" 

You said the last part in a whisper, the words coming out unsure. You had no idea what that thing was, but you felt like you saw it before. It was like the feeling from the night you slept in the cell. It was waiting for you and you didn't want to know it.

Jack let go of your arms and started to move off you and the bed when something caught his eye. He looked down at you and pointed to your neck. You looked confused until you looked down to see the necklace. He was staring at it and his pointing was a question. 

"I-Its just a necklace I found in the storage closet," you lied hoping he'd just get off you.

He didn't though, instead reaching for the slightly foggy jewel. He just barely touched your skin that was under the jewel, when he let out a startled yell and recoiled his body away. He moved so much that he went flying off the onto the floor between the beds. You scrambled up quickly and looked at where Jack lay, holding his hand in what you assume was pain. You looked at the hand that touched the jewel and gasped.

His finger tips were a very pale pink with his nail being long but normal shaped.

Jack breathed heavily and then hissed as the black from the rest of his hand traveled back up through his veins. He thrashed a little as the black consumed the normal skin, turning it back into gray talons. When it was done, he laid still on the floor and breathing hard. You looked at him on the floor.

"J-Jack. You are okay?"

He nodded, still looking at the ceiling. You sit up on the bed and looked at the necklace you were given. It seemed less smoky than when first got it, but was still not clear. You glance back at a grounded Jack and got off the bed. You put on you trench coat from before, and grabbed your bag. You grabbed a sheet from the bed and threw it over Jack before leaving out the door.

You went to the desk person and made sure the room was for tonight and tomorrow morning. You'll also told them not to bother the man either as he wasn't feeling well.

Then you started walking. Not in any particular direction or route, just moving. You went by resturants and a car dealership. You cut through empty lots, jump over a small creek and followed sidewalks until to they broke apart into grass, but never lost track of where you came from. You ended up stopping in a high grass lot . You laid in the weeds, not minding anything that might still be around in the mid fall cool. The sun was to the far side but still visible looking up. It was probably around 5 and you had been wandering about 2 hours.

You didn't have anything to do. You pulled out a bag of chips you bought from a gas station you had passed and munched them while looking at the clouds.

You were really wandering without Author in your head. At this rate, you'll be killing again just to give yourself a purpose and possibly end up like before.You honestly wanted to stay with Jack a bit more, if only to make things more interesting and have someone to talk to. You were aware of the risks of being friends with a cannibal demon thing. But you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little attached. If you had someone else or even a sign you would follow it no questions asked. But there were none. The only things you could grab on you was the necklace and Jack.

It is now comfirmed that the necklace has been keeping sane around Jack. That itself seems like a sign. Author gave you the necklace so you could do something. That may or may not include Jack. It could have been for if you got captured by the cult for real and they tried to do with you like they did Jack. There are dozens of possiblity, but that doesn't change what has passed.You were away from that place and with this guy.

You continued to think, alone in your head, silently asking for a sign. You waited until the sky started to darken to sunset. You started sitting up when peice of paper blew your way. It landed just to the side of you, getting stuck on the grass. You pick it up and see uneven handwriting.

Hey (name), how you feeling? I forgot tell you something earlier! By this point, I think you know what the jewelry does and if you don't then you are not bright. Anyway, I wanted to tell you the longer you wear it, the more of it's effects last when you take it off. So if you leave it on a long time, when you take off, the effects will still be with you for a while. Just thought this might be important later. Also don't give it to Jack. It doesn't work the same way on him and will probably fuck things up.

Words and love, Author-sama.

You read the note dumbfounded. 

Did the author see what was going on right now? Was she HERE? You jumped up looked all around you, all you saw was weeds and the cars in the distance. 

You looked down at the note. It said not give the jewel to Jack. I wouldn't say that if I expected you to leave Jack anyway. That means you were supposed to stick with him... maybe. Probably. You'll just go with that for now. (OH MY GOD JUST GO BACK TO YOU HIM ALREADY! DX )

You pick up you stuff and head back toward the motel. It wasn't that far and it only took half an hour to get back. You get to the door and open it slowly. It was dark except for the tv lighting large shadows. Jack laid on his stomach on the bed. His mask was on the floor infront of the bed when he turned toward you.

"Why are you back?" He said confused. His face was mostly hidden in shadow, barely making out any features, besides kinda a nose and forhead.

You shrugged walking in.

"I got a note," you said picking up his mask from the floor. You looked at the inner part to see it completely black. There were two rectangles under where  the eyes would be.

"A note huh? What it say?"

"Just that I should stick with you awhile."

"Oh." He said simply more moving and grabbing his notebook.

"Does that mean you ARE going to stick with me?"

"Pretty much. Until another sign shows up anyway."
Sorry for this one coming a bit late. I was having a hard time to convice you to stay with Jack. Anyway, there will be 1 or 2 morer parts with the next one having a huge time skip or something like that.

The backstory was an unedited shortened version of my headcanon. I never developed it well before now so having to write it was a challenge. I kinda wished I worked more on it but that would havie taken a lot more time and words (I shortened the backstory drasticly when I edited)

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