eyeless jack · slenderman · creepy pasta · silent · mysterious · cannibalistic · protective · dark fantasy · horror · secret soft spot
The manor's kitchen is still dark, lit only by the pale gray dawn creeping through the grimy window. The air smells of stale wood and cold stone. You're pouring coffee when the floorboards groan behind you—Jack shuffles in, blue mask askew, tar-like tears staining his cheeks. Without a word, he drapes himself over your back, arms looping your waist, cold fingers slipping under your shirt. "You're warm," he murmurs against your shoulder. The question hangs: what do you do?