Eyeless JackxMale reader: The Doctor's Child: 11 a

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A/N: This one will be LONG. I was going to make this part into 2 chapters UNTIL I decided to make multiple endings, so it's gonna end up like the Bloody Painter x reader.

This is the end.

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Your P.O.V.

You awoke bleary-eyed, and more tired than you probably should have been. You were comfortable, with Jack's arms around you, keeping you warm despite the sheets being thrown off the bed, exposing the entirety of your naked--

Your eyes shot open. Since when had you been naked? You glanced at Jack, who was also scantily clad. Your face lit up as you hurriedly wiggled out of his grasp. He stirred, but merely rolled over, and mumbled in his sleep. Something about... kidneys? You shook yourself off, and threw on a baggy pair of sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt. You trundled down the hallway to the kitchen, only now noticing the brown stains in the carpet, and the large crack in the wall. You felt bile rising from your stomach, but forced it down and gladly downed a glass of water, soothing your dry throat. The stove hissed and clicked as it attempted to light. Heat brushed up against your face as it finally did, the disgusting smell of gas filling your nostrils. You quickly slammed a pan on top of the flame, and flopped a few pieces of bacon onto the pan, listening to the satisfying sound of sizzling fat. You slid two slices of bread into the toaster, and set out to make some tea, making sure to keep an eye on the bacon. A loud snap from the pan drew your attention, and you quickly set the dripping slices of pig onto a paper towel, hoping to absorb some of the grease, and quickly set a few more pieces in. You turned back to the tea, adding two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of milk before placing the teabag in. You poured hot water over the tea bag, smiling as you watched all of the ingredients mix, without you having to touch a spoon. Unfortunately, heat would only get you so far in creating this mixture, so you stirred it with the spoon from the sugar. Jack still wasn't up yet, and you smiled as you thought of something fun.

You eventually slid the last egg out of the pan, where it had been cooking in bacon fat, and set two tea cups, and two plates onto a small tray, and wandered into your room. Frowning when you realized Jack still wasn't awake, you set the tray down on the top of your dresser, and picked up a piece of bacon. It hung just above his face, right where he could smell it best. Gradually, he awoke, and nibbled on the meat hanging in front of his face. You smiled, turning and picking up the food. You sat by him, and you both ate happily, occasionally feeding each other and doing stupid couple shit.

A while later, you found yourself snuggling with Jack on the couch. You were reading a book, and he was channel surfing, looking for something good. Your attention was ripped violently from your reading material when you heard a large crash, as if glass had shattered. You immediately looked to the large window, thinking someone had broken it. Jack laughed at your slight paranoia, and kissed your head. "It's just the telly, hon."

"I know, I know," you sighed, relaxing again, and leaned back onto the cushion. Your toes and fingertips tingled from the sharp jolt that had occurred when you jerked upright. You flipped to the next page, once again getting lost in the beautiful world of Jo Larouche and Odd Fish. The scene had been set in the Dome of Doom; Jo and Fiona were hurling ridiculous insults at each other; They were mounting their--

You gasped, and admittedly hissed, as a thin line was sliced across your index finger. Small droplets of blood began to pool at the surface as you and Jack watched on. After a moment, the stinging sensation egged you to get up and once again head into the kitchen. You stopped dead in your tracks, though, as you turned the corner, and your blood ran cold.

"(y-y/n)--" You brother nearly whispered.

"What are you doing here?" You spat. He recoiled slightly at your tone.

"I-I had no where else to go," He spoke warily, flinching again when Jack entered the room, stopping right behind you. You thought his skin looked a bit more ashen, but you blew it off as the lighting. "I could ask you the same thing. Weren't you in Los Angeles?"

"I came back," You replied coolly.

"Why?" Your brother's retort was quick and sharp.

"Oh, I dunno," Sarcasm dripped from your voice, "Why don't you ask mom?"

"That was an accident!" He growled.

"Just like hitting me over the alarm clock was an accident? Just like all of the times Mom would have to go apologize to the kids you beat up?" Your voice raised in volume. Tension was beginning to hang thickly in the room.

"Look, I know what I did, and I'm sorry! I can't even tell you what had even happened! I was just mad, and then I woke up, and she was on the ground, whimpering!" He looked seriously pained to be saying this.

"She was our mother!" You didn't relent. His face twisted into a grimace of regret and anger.

"Can you just drop it and accept that I made a mistake?" He screamed right back.

"No!" You shouted, taking a step forward so that you were peering up into his eyes, "You've slipped up one too many times."

Suddenly, a fist connected with your abdomen, and you were sent flying back. Jack caught you just as you were about to hit the floor. You blinked; his skin was definitely darker. And it puzzled you, because it wasn't that he was getting tanner, he was getting... greyer...

At some point, he'd run and grabbed a mask of some sort, and your breath hitched as you recognized it. It was posted all over the news and internet. It was blue, and was quite unevenly painted. From the eyes there dripped a black substance that resembled blood in consistency, but old paint in color, and in the oily film surrounding it. Jack's mouse-brown hair suddenly seemed to be seared a smoldering copper color, and as he pulled the mask down over his face, he smiled, revealing teeth that looked like they'd be more at home on a shark than your boyfriend. He pulled on a pair of black gloves, which covered his still darkening epidermis.

"Y-your eyes..." Your brother stammered.

"Just empty, black sockets, I know," Jack chuckled darkly.

You were crouched on the floor behind Jack, your head spinning with so many questions, and you saw your brother shift into a shaky fighting stance. Jack reached into his pocket and out slid a scalpel, crusted with rust and blood. Your brother gagged, and stumbled back, landing near the knife rack. He pulled the largest butcher knife he could find at an off-glance, and wielded it as if it would protect him from the much more skilled fighter sauntering towards him from across the room.

Something sparked in you, and you scrambled to your feet. Both your brother and Jack were shocked when you planted yourself firmly between the two of them.

"No!" You shouted, and the whole room seemed to shake. "No one is going to kill anyone!"

"(Y/n), stand aside," Jack warned.

"No! I won't! And you can't make me!" You snapped your head in his direction, eyes full of fiery determination. Jack sighed and took a gentle step forward, reaching out to you. It took you aback when he pushed you out of the way.

"He hurt you," Jack's muffled voice sounded adamant, "And I won't let anyone do that." Then in a blur of motion, Jack leaped for your brother, the blade of his scalpel aimed straight for his heart.

It's a good thing your arm got there first.

The surgical tool sank deep into your arm, and you cried out. Your shoulder collided with the ground as you curled up on yourself, a deep wound bleeding profusely on your right forearm. Your back slammed into a cabinet as you slid across the floor. You looked up just in time to see Jack bolting down the stairs and out of sight, and the front door opening, and slamming shut. The walls trembled, as did your brother, and you raced to follow Jack. You knew you weren't nearly as fast, and quickly lost him in the mass of trees surrounding your house. Tears stung your eyes as you headed back, but a small path became visible in the brush. Not wanting to go home just yet, you followed it, looking around at the darkening trees. You wondered if it was going to rain soon.

You gripped your arm tightly, the scalpel still lodged into the soft skin on the underside of your arm. It stung, but not as badly as did the fact that your boyfriend was a serial killer, and a cannibal, and had just tried to murder your brother. You would've forgiven him, though, you thought.

You stumbled over a rock that was jutting out from the ground. Its jagged edges contrasted with the surroundings. You were going slowly enough that you didn't fall, but you scuffed up your shoe really badly. Too bad, too; it was your favorite pair of shoes.

In your lamenting over the loss of yet another pair of shoes to a rock on a trail, you realized where you were.


Jack's P.O.V.



Black tears obscured my vision as I sprinted to the one place I felt safe. I knew (y/n) wouldn't follow me there, after what I did. How did I let myself become so careless as to hurt the one person I cared about? Was I really that kind of monster? I wondered to myself, laughing cynically, if I wasn't really destroying anyone's life other than my own. I kept digging myself a deeper hole with the law, if I'd ever be caught by it, that is. I reached my destination, and began to muse hopelessly about being put to death. I crossed the bridge into the open space where I had first told (y/n) about anything sort of personal at all. Where I first felt close, and connected to him. Tears streamed faster down my face, despite being thick and sluggish to fall. Thunder rumbled, and not a moment later, rain came pouring down in buckets. I didn't mind, though. The coolness of

I heard a yelp from behind me on the trail, and I quickly ducked under the bridge. Surely enough, after a few minutes of waiting, I heard labored breathing and heavy footsteps on the wooden planks above me. I was adept at hiding, and kept my breathing even, and slow. I made no movement, save the beating of my heart. This time, though, it was pounding, as I knew who it was looking for me.

"Jack!" thump-thump.

"JACK!" thump-thump. thump-thump.

"JACK!" thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.

"I love you."

I choked back a sob as that simple, three word sentence reached my ears. It was futile, as I heard the anguish in the voice of the person I cared so much about. Fresh tears splashed from my mask and into the water, the viscosity making the sound distinctly different than the rain. I tried to press myself deeper into the shadow of the bridge, but as my back scraped against wood, I realized those attempts were fruitless.

There was a splash as (y/n) jumped into the shallow water and looked around frantically. Spotting me, he ran over, a look of pure relief washing over his face. But why? I thought to myself.

All thoughts were washed away as (y/n) embraced me. One handed as it was, he was sobbing, soaking my hoodie more than it already was. His blood stained the water a deep red, and I pulled us out from underneath the bridge. He clung to my shirt as I carried him back to his house.

I opened the door that lead into the kitchen from the garage, only to see (y/n)'s brother huddled in the corner of the kitchen. I ripped the phone from its socket with my foot, so that he couldn't call the police, and I think he got the message. I proceeded to lay (y/n) in his bed, his body was shaking from pain and shivering from cold, and I set out to find the first aid kit. It wasn't too difficult to spot, and I strode back into (y/n)'s room.

After all was said and done, I had my scalpel back and (y/n) had about thirty stitches, but was covered in blankets and drifting off to sleep. I stood to shut off the lights, but paused. Lifting my mask, I kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, "I love you too."
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Holy crap, this series was great! BUT THE ENDING BROKE MY HEART! :iconcryingplz: