Nothing he ate stayed in him for long. He had no choice but to starve. Question is; will the demon inside of him let this happen?
He can feel his conscious slowly drifting away, and for some reason, his mind screamed at him to stop it, to try and prevent it as best he could. It’s too late. His mind has already become stained with red, HUNGRY for something…
Jack bought himself a decent dollar burger from the convenience store, and ended up with an emptier stomach than before. He feels his tongue laced with something thick and bitter, yet the aftertaste of something meaty and sweet— which made his sense tingle around his glands.
Other than mushed up burger in front of him, all he saw was blood. What the fuck has he been eating? Does he have a blood clot or something? No, it can’t be… One of the workers of the store step out and glare down at the scene Jack created.
“What the fuck, man? Did you just puke all over the…” he began, but trailed off after catching a whiff of the strong metallic scent of the red bile. “Wait a minute- is that..?”
Before he could finish, Jack bolted off the pavement and ran away, not looking back once despite the workers protests. His stomach lurched again, and soon he puked again in some nearby bushes, next to a kids park. Even more thick, and heavy blood came pouring out, except this time, chunks of pink and dark red flesh came splatting out and soaking onto the dirt floor.
Only one question filled Jacks mind at this point, a question he was afraid to know the answer to; what the HELL has he been eating?
Jack is baffled on how empty his eye sockets are, and continues to try to rationalise the logic of how he’s able to see so well despite his clear lack of eyeballs.
He instinctively makes his way to the basement, his brain automatically “never-minding” the sight of brown blood and chains on the walls as if he was used to it.
The basement was dank and smelled strongly of copper, must, and mould, as if the place had been lathered in water for decades.
He lights the inside of his eyehole with a mini flashlight, only to scream in pain. How strange. His “eyes” felt so much more sensitive than normal…
He pokes his eyehole this time— a dumb mistake on his part, and proceeds to scream in pain once more.
How bizarre, it felt like he just poked an eyeball, despite his finger being able to touch the back of his eye socket, it still gave off the pain of jabbing an actual physical eyeball. He soon feels like a fool, and looks around unable to think clearly.
As time passed in this basement, he sees the details of his surroundings, questions erupting in his mind while he stares absently at all the blood and tools on the medical cabinets and tables…
A sense of doom soon overtakes him as he feels the questions voices get louder in his mind.
Jeff was exceptionally pleased with the Burger Breeze™ service— he truly felt like he was normal again, and in no time, he’d be able to reintroduce himself into society! For now, he knew he’d be put in a mental hospital for his questionable scars and amnesia, but at least he knew (or at least he hoped he knew) his name. So he’ll have to wait a while to take these bandages off.
Hm. Is someone calling for him? He looks, not expecting to meet the frosty eyes of the police officer he saw earlier.
Jack ignored the strange colour of his skin as a trick of his brain, and went for a shower… but as he was washing himself, he noticed how sharp his teeth felt against his tongue, and how pointy his nails were against his skin.
He sure hoped the owner of this house wouldn’t be angry at him, because he accidentally ripped the loofah to pieces with his sharp nails.
He continued to ignore his strange suspicions, until he looked in the mirror.
Waking up with a head wizzing with activity, yet eyes that refused to open easily, Jeff slowly brought himself back to consciousness. He has never seen so much blood in his entire life. Is it his blood? He checks his body, but there are no wounds. What is going on?
Who’s blood is this? A question he feared the answer of.
A day after encountering the strange eyeless monster, Jeff reckoned he should clean himself up— starting from the charcoal dry mop he calls his ‘hair’. The monster looked panicked, and exhausted, even though he had grey skin, he could tell there was a light layer of sweat forming on his forehead and drenching his nose. He couldn’t help but notice he was bleeding too, and shuffling his footsteps… that helped Jeff run away better.
As he snips away, he thinks to himself;
“Why did that monster call me ‘Jeff’? How does he know me? Did he mistake me for someone else?” He questions, but that wouldn’t make sense— how could he be mistaken for someone else if he looks like THIS? Jeff knew normal people didn’t look like this.
The monster kept saying something to him as he crawled towards him desperately;
“LJ… LJ… LJ…”
What could that mean?
“Am I a monster, too?” He asks, looking at the mirror with a greatly troubled expression.
Nothing seemed to make sense at that moment… his skin felt like leather, his scars seemed to have been cut fresh for a prolonged amount of time, and his eyes are black like coal, yet…
Jane the Killer, smiles in her last moments, as Jeff scuttles away dripping with blood, his eyes desperate for life as he calls out to his only friend— to Eyeless Jack… or at least, the friend he thought he had.
His vision blurs, and he collapses, the last thing he sees is the blades of grass stained with his hot blood, and the tears that obscure his vision as he mumbles his fears to no one…
But… in the distance, something secret stands tall and watching.
The smiling fool whistles to himself as he skips along the wooded muck, content with the blood on his hands. His disgusting smile twitched, his irises shook with excitement while his clouded mind played this horrid nights events over and over again like a tape stuck on repeat.
Jack wouldn’t mind hitting a girl in self defence, but it didn’t stop him from being beaten to a pulp by one. Perhaps he had a hiccup, maybe that’s why he’s ended up having to give himself stitches, or maybe there was too much light in his eye?
How amusing. They sit silently in his dank basement, the sounds of trickling water and Jane’s occasional sighs echoing in this concrete room.
Jack tried his best to come up with some sort of solution while he took his time bandaging himself up, for ways he can save Jeff— probably the closest thing he’s got to a friend at the moment…
Or is he? He’s completely insane. Not to mention, Jeff’s tried to kill Jack a few times, in his worst mental states. It wasn’t fair, why should Jack stick up for someone that doesn’t even give a shit whether he dies or not? I guess this settles it then.
Jack sighs, and turns to Jane, making up his mind. Maybe he’ll have fun killing her once and for all, he’s not exactly the type to get so easily beat down, regardless of martial stance. She straightens her posture slightly and raises a quizzical eyebrow at him as he hesitantly opens his mouth to speak.
Finally, Jack can relax at home. His senses have weakened since the three day trip, and as he piled his jars of fresh organs into the fridge, he felt himself grow bit hungry. Should he eat now? One probably should, Jeff once told him how “rabid” he gets when he’s hungry— although he never remembers what he means by that…
Wait. What’s that smell? There’s a faint scent of feminine perfume wafting into his nostrils. He immediately gets up, whipping his head around and sniffing the air desperately.
“I’m right here, you blind bat.” A sultry voice comes from the dark. He mentally facepalms, feeling his cheeks grow red— how the hell did he not notice her before?
“Jane.” He grunts, frowning. Last time they met, she gave him a black eye.
“Hello, Jack,” she smirks, and comes forward, her knife gleaming blue from the fridge light. Jack stayed behind the fridge door, cautiously watching her curvy figure approach him.
“What do you want?” He gets straight to it, not even questioning how the hell she found his place.
“You know what I want…” she growls slightly, black lips laced with poison as her void eyes crinkle in disgust.
‘I don’t think of you that way,’ is what he would have said if he wanted to die. Instead, he bashes down that dirty joke and clears his throat.
“Jeff isn’t here, I’d suggest leaving before I make you,” he grips the door, the fridge beginning to beep in desperation as it’s cold air escaped. He can’t close it. He has a feeling that if he does, she’ll pounce.
“Oh, I know… that is why you will help me,” she reveals her pearly white smile, her eyes crazed with excitement as she says;
“Where. Is. Jeff?”
The beeping of the fridge stops. Her feminine scent is stronger.
Jack has never felt more humiliated in his entire life. The hooded frown left him there all night, and just as the break of dawn appeared, so did a smiling idiot. Jeffrey came strutting down with his usual wide smile, down the gravel road Jack was victimised in, his faded eyes widening at the unbelievable vulnerability of Jack right now.
“JACK?!” He screams, making him jolt a bit and swing back and forth. His foot was beginning to hurt, as his simpleton “friend” Jeff began scratching his chin while looking up at where the rope was hanging.
“How the hell…?” He mumbles, and pulls out a knife from his pocket, which looked like it had been sloppily sharpened way too many times, to the point it looked misshapen. Instead of trying to cut him down, Jeff just stood there, playing with his sorry excuse of a knife, with what Jack imagined was a look of confusion.
“Just get me down, Einstein.” Jack growls, beginning to get irritated by Jeff’s genuine stupidity.
“Oh, right! Haha, almost forgot!” He cackles and launches his knife up to the rope, successfully cutting the rope in its way in one foul swoop. Jack’s head immediately hits the ground, and leaves him on the ground groaning in pain with a complimentary migraine. He would have passed out completely if he were human, luckily his healing abilities had his headache he gone in a minute— all the while Jeff took great pleasure out of seeing his friend suffer on the dirt.
Luckily, Jack has no severe injuries—other than the sting of embarrassment. Jeff’s never laughed so hard in his entire life.
Not even Jack could fight the Operator’s overwhelming sickness. Within seconds, he was reduced to a weak and jumbling mess, drooling on the floor while convulsing violently before the tall anomaly.
He couldn’t remember what happened next, but he knows for a fact he didn’t get hung like this on his own. A camera flash startles him awake, the sight of an unfamiliar hooded frown flashing pictures of him came into vision as his hair floated towards the ground.
His entire body ached, like he had been tensing his muscles for hours… It was safe to say that Jack had learnt his lesson.