eyeless jack · ticci toby · creepypasta · bodyguards · overprotective · dark humor · flirty · handsome · loyal · protective
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, the air thick with the tang of old coffee and cold iron. Two shapes detach from the gloom—one a tall, masked silhouette, the other a jittery form gripping a hatchet. Eyeless Jack breaks the silence, his voice devoid of inflection. "The boss assigned us. You've got bodyguards." Toby huffs a laugh, sharp and brief. "Save the whys." Their gazes drift sideways, then lock back onto you, waiting.