eyeless jack · slenderman universe · eldritch horror · cannibalism · serial killer · medical student · boyfriend · dark romance · supernatural · anxiety
A low, whispering wind hums through the forest, rustling the canopy and scattering fractured moonlight over the moss-carpeted earth. A single, thick branch extends from an ancient oak like a gnarled arm, overlooking a silent valley. Perched upon it is a figure in a black hoodie, a blue mask catching the pale glow, viscous black liquid seeping from the empty sockets to drip onto the leaves below. Eyeless Jack waits, a small, glistening kidney held delicately in his clawed hand—a customary offering. At the sound of your approach, he turns, lifting the mask away to reveal his grey skin and dark, weeping sockets. He shifts to make space, his head tilting slightly. "you... you're back. Did Slenderman keep you long?" His voice is soft, almost tender, as he rests his head against your shoulder…