Creepypasta fan work (some depictions of the characters might not be accurate, I did my best and I hope you enjoy♡)
It does use she/her for the reader but If requested I don't mind making a male or gender neutral one :)
This is my first fan writing piece, please be merciful 😂
this is just the first chapter so it isnt stated who the reader is meant to be with but I did intend to make it a eyeless jack x reader.
TW: Blood, Violence, Mentions of Bullet wounds, mentions of dead bodies and crime scenes, Mentions of death.
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‘Humans, most anyway, fear space. It makes sense, It’s a vast vacuum of gases and mysteries.
In the bible, any testament, angels always say something along the lines of ‘Be not afraid’, and the times they are illustrated, they are humanized. Angels, biblically accurate angels, do not look human. They are always described as fearsome and mentally shattering.
They are often depicted as eyes, wings and halos. Have you ever seen depictions of black holes, supernovas, planets and stars? They look like eyes, don’t they?
What if heaven is in space? Far beyond where we could see, out of our understanding of space and time, what if angels are planets and stars?’
(Y/n) blinked a few times before she tossed the bible aside with a sigh, she didn’t usually read the bible, but it was aa long day helping funeral directors and families get the caskets into hearses. Being a mortician wasn’t fun, but it was quiet, and she preferred the silence. She looked over the morgue files, she’d already finished filling out all the files she needed to, she always kept the physical copies in the basement when she was finished with them. (Y/n) sighed at the thought of having to go into the basement at Midnight, but she didn’t really have much of a choice.
Exhausted, she stood up and stretched and twisted her waist, she heard a loud crack and pop, feeling a slight pain before a pleasant feeling of pressure flooded her torso and sighed before rubbing her back. She picked up all the files on her desk and left her office, the hall to the basement door always felt longer than it really was, and the shitty lighting felt like a horror movie.
(Y/n) unlocked the basement door and made her way down the spiraling stairs, the darkness was cold and heavy, like a blanket of fog. She made her way through the tall filing cabinets, she made her way to the one for the current year and opened to the current month, before landing on the dated file section ‘22-09-2X3XII’, She slipped the files into the divider and shut and locked the filing cabinet before making her way back up to the morgue, She slipped back into her office and put the basement keys in the small compartment hidden into the seam of her desk. She didn’t want someone breaking into the basement, ever. Those files were important, especially to crime scenes. Despite the large city, she also had the not so fortunate pleasure of also working to perform autopsies. She was certain that it wasn’t ethical or even legal for a basic mortician to be messing with crime scene bodies, but it paid well and the city didn’t really run on ethics.
(Y/n) grabbed her keys and made her way down the hall towards the door before she heard a crash in the freezer room, she almost threw her purse at the sudden noise. She sighed and grabbed a baseball bat that she always kept with her at work, it needn’t be said but it wasn’t the first time she’d had someone break in, usually disgusting perverts. She peaked her head in and saw the back of a very tall figure, she immediately ducked back out and took a deep inhale before lunging into the room, swinging the metal bat as hard as she could at the figure’s legs, sending the figure to the ground. She kept swinging the bat, repeatedly. Once the figure wasn’t moving, she dragged it outside of the morgue. She dumped the guy outside and locked the morgue doors. She carefully eyed the figure before booking it down the street to the bus stop.
She didn’t bother calling the cops, more than likely she wouldn’t get a damn answer. (Y/n) made it to the bus stop and tightly held her purse, she had homemade pepper spray and a very sharp pocket knife with her at all times, she lived in a crime ridden city, the only reason she didn’t have a gun is because she couldn’t legally have one on her at all times, although she did technically have a handgun at home, but that wasn’t legally attained. Now why wouldn’t she not just have a license to carry? She couldn’t take one into her place of work so it would defeat the purpose, also she lived in Canada, they were a little strict with guns. In theory, restricting guns is a good idea, but so is communism, but greed makes things muddy. Not that it really mattered. The few good things (Y/n) liked about her city were the many transportation options that didn’t require a car. There were multiple places for homeless to sleep, cops mostly ignored the homeless. The few clinics that serviced people for free, and the public food pantries, but the city was very mixed, there were a lot of people who spoke French, some only spoke French, hell, there was an entire part of the city where everything was in French. But the biggest issue was crime. Gangs, murder, theft, etc. It’s why there was a recommended curfew, it wasn’t enforced but heavily encouraged.
Once the bus approached the stop, she got on and made her way to the middle of the bus and sat down and watched the scenery past by. (Y/n) lived outside of the city, which was more dangerous now that she compared it, in the city you could run and get help from a neighbor, in the country you could run for what felt like forever and still find no one. Humans could be scary, but what was in the forest could make the toughest man in a prison piss himself in fear. Because the one thing that is scarier than a human? The things that weren’t human but could sure as hell sound like one. Which is why most didn’t live in the country, and the ones that did, well, (Y/n) didn’t really plan to know her neighbors.
The reason she lived in the forest was because her dad and uncles built and renovated the house she was in, it was in her name and actual hers, and well, she’d risk whatever was in the woods. Nothing had come to bother her yet aside from some animals munching away at her garden, but she didn’t mind much, she usually left food outside of her hedge walls for the animals.
(Y/n) felt the bus come to a stop, and she got off, she slipped a 20$ bill into the tip jar and let the bus leave before she began to walk into the darkness of the field near the bus stop. She lived five miles away from the bus stop, and every day she walked to and from her house. The only light being the occasional post she had made and set up beeswax lamps. She had a car, Of course, it worked perfectly fine, but she only drove when she needed to go somewhere out of the city, or wanted to help someone get somewhere, she didn’t mind walking.
As the hour passed, she slowly saw her house, the large and imposing twelve-foot hedge fence enlaced with sharp barbed wires and roses, with the wide electric gate and code. She approached the code box and lifted the panel, revealing the keyhole to automatically open the gate. The keypad was a decoy that let off failure sounds every time a button was pressed four to six times. She shut the small panel and slipped into the yard just as she closed the gates. She looked around the yard and up at her house, it was a simple, 2-story brick house, with a dark blue roof. (Y/n) sighed happily and entered her house and fell onto the couch and snuggled her couch pillow, she grabbed the T.V remote and turned on the TV, “Stacy I can explain-”, “Doctor the patient-”, “Tonight on Get that money-”, “Breaking news-” (Y/n) switched through the channels before going back to the news channel. “This week, three more bodies were recently found on the outskirts of AppleWood Heights, All three bodies were brutally mutilated, Police are claiming animals but the public believes there is a murderer on the loose, These bodies make the total of fifteen bodies in the last month-” She turned on a different channel, not truly paying attention to it, she was thinking about the news. “Liars…It’s Eighteen. I would know unlike those dumbasses in suits.” (Y/n) flinched at the sudden unfamiliar voice erupting from the silence before looking around. She rubbed her face, and sighed. “I’m too tired for this….” (Y/n) softly murmured under her breath as she got up and made her way to the kitchen. She decided to write it off as her mind playing tricks on her, it was unlikely someone would be able to break into her house. Maybe she spoke to herself and just didn’t realize how tired she sounded; she decided to just assume that.
(Y/n) made herself some food, a random microwavable pasta dish, she didn’t really care what she ate if it was edible. She grabbed her food and went upstairs to her bedroom and set the food down on her desk before stripping her clothes off and tossing them aside and changing into a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, she sat on her bed and put on a video on her tv before beginning to eat.
(Y/n)’s mind slowly drifted into her own head, thinking about the news, the sudden unfamiliar voice that she opted to rationalize. Had she not noticed she spoke to herself? It wasn’t like something could break in; she made sure of it. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her head, she sighed and set aside her food. She felt on edge, and being inside felt like hell, So, she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and her lighter before slipping on her sandals and made her way downstairs. The second she opened her back door and stepped out onto her patio she took a deep breath of relief, the crisp and cold air felt like finally being able to breathe after being forced to endure recycled air for years. (Y/n) sat on her bench swing and stared at the sky. She lit a cigarette and took a hit off it, letting the smoke seep in and out of her lungs like a disease, The smoke swirled from her lips like demonic tusks before dissipating into the night air, the soft croaks from her frog terrarium and pond further relaxed her.
She heard something out of the normal, it was familiar, yet she couldn’t put her finger on it. Her frogs had gone silent, not even crickets chirping. She finally realized what the sound was when she saw something crawling over her hedge wall. She grabbed a shovel she had for her garden and sat down, eyeing the figure quietly. Until Another figure crawled over the fence, and then a third. Now, she knew she couldn’t fight three people with a old shovel. So, she put her cigarette out, and quietly went inside, Thankfully, the darkness kept her hidden from the intruders. She crept up the stairs and grabbed her handgun from her bedroom before creeping back down the stairs and into the backyard, the three figures were standing and whispering to themselves, one sounded annoyed, the other looked defensive, and the third was silent. She flipped the backyard lights on, and she noticed that one of the men had a gun on his side, she shot near the men but didn’t hit them. “Put your weapons down, Or I’ll make sure your bodies aren’t ever found.” She hissed out. When one of them tried to talk she aimed at them, another made a quick move to their weapon and she shot their shoulder. “Put, your, weapons, down.” She sneered. The men slowly dropped their weapons. “Get on your knees, now!” She angrily shouted.
(Y/n) carefully watched the men slowly go to their knees with their hands raised. She grabbed some rope she had laying in her backyard from a garden project she had down. She grabbed the rope and tossed it to one of them. “Tie the others up, tightly.” She ordered. She noticed this specific one was…different, he kept making slight sharp movements of his neck, like a popping motion, as well as making an odd sound, like a clicking sound. She immediately realized that more than likely, the man might have a form of Tourette’s. The man grabbed the Rope and tied the others up, going extra tight on the one that had sounded annoyed previously.
“There.” The man quietly spoke, a soft click sound following the popping movement of his neck. (Y/n) took the rest of the rope and tied the man up. She finally turned off the main backyard lights and simply turned on the lamp lights. “Since you listened, Talk, What’s your name?” She pointed the gun at the man that was rather easy with listening. “….” The man stayed silent.
She sighed and turned to the one wearing a mustard-colored jacket and yanked off the mask he was wearing. “What’s your name.” She noticed the man looked shocked at her removing his mask and rather pissed off. “I don’t need to tell you since you’ll be dead by dawn.” The man hissed. She scoffed and stared at him before sighing and rubbing her face, she wasn’t mentally cut out for this shit. “What do you want from me, why come here, I just want to be left in peace for fuck’s sake!” She groaned angrily. The man eyed her before rolling his eyes. “We aren’t here for you, we were being followed, saw this place was secluded, so we hopped the fence, didn’t think the place was owned by a psycho bitch with a gun.” The man scoffed at the end of his explanation. She looked up at him and eyed him, she sighed and looked at his shoulder that was bleeding due to her. Something was off, like a cloud of uneasiness, that if she did any more harm, she might actually regret it, so she decided to make a bargain. “If you don’t hurt me, I’ll help you three, keep you hidden from whoever you’re running from, cops included, and I’ll bandage you up.” She reluctantly offered. She knew it was a dumb thing to do, offering to help a group of strangers with weapons, but She felt a little guilty for shooting one in the shoulder now.
She watched as the man thought to himself quietly, before staring at he with a look of pure suspicion. “Fine.” She slightly relaxed at the man’s agreement. She grabbed her lighter and carefully burned the rope and let the men stand up. “Uhm, follow me,” She waved them to follow as she led them inside and into her kitchen, she got the first aid kit. “Alright, anyone who is injured, please sit, I’ll patch you up.” She set the supplies down, once she looked up, she noticed all three were sitting, she was curious to how all three would have ended up injured, before remembering they scaled a twelve-foot hedge fence enlaced with metal barbed wire and roses.
She started with the twitchy one first, he seemed to be the youngest of the three men. She started tending to the cuts on his hands, she noticed her didn’t flinch or react, but didn’t question it. “Mm…’m To-Toby.” The man’s neck harshly jerked mid-sentence. She softly nodded “I’m (Y/n).” She bandaged up his hands and moved onto the man in the mustard jacket, she noticed he had gloves on, and was mostly covered, then removed his jacket and shirt and she quickly tended to his bullet wound. (Y/n) quickly managed to get the bullet out with some long thin tweezers and sewed up the wound and bandaged it. “You and your friend are welcome to anything in the fridge, I have some leftover meatloaf my mother gave me, have at it. And you can watch TV in the living room.” The one called Toby looked surprised but quickly made his way to the fridge, the one in the coat shrugged and snatched some forks from the drainer and the two went into the living room. “So, what’s your name.” She questioned the man as she began to work on him. “Ya don’t need to know,” The man huffed, before hissing at the feeling of tweezers entering the wound. “True, but your friend gave me his name, why not give me yours? After all I’m being generous and not calling the cops,” She snickered as she worked. “Oh yeah? How you gonna explain your own firearm, Sweetheart? Ain’t guns illegal here?” The man smirked. She paused and laughed. “You’re from the states. Also, handguns aren’t legal, but not all guns are illegal, we can own hunting rifles, we are just very heavily restricted on guns legally.” She explained calmly as she worked, beginning to bandage him up.
“Huh, guess that’s fair since moose are common here...” The man shrugged, when he reached for his shirt and hoodie, she took them. “They are covered in blood, a lot, more than your friend, I’ll wash it.” She started calmly. She emptied the coat pockets and carefully set the items in the sink.
“You’re being suspiciously nice, you always this good to strange men that enter your house?” The man playfully teased. “Not usually, but I also don’t get people coming to my house in general. Anyways, it felt wrong to try to fight any further. Now go rest, I’m going to wash your stuff.” She calmly spoke as she went to the sink. The man eyed her before speaking up, “Hm, ‘Ight, well, can I make a call for me and my friends to get a ride?” The man asked in a cool tone, his tone having lost its playfulness. She gently nodded and began trying to wash the blood stain out of the hoodie.
(Y/n) knew this was insane, letting three strange, likely dangerous men, into her house, and helping them?? She felt like a complete idiot, but she didn’t think she had a choice at this point. After all, It was three against one, she couldn’t exactly say those odds were good, plus, maybe showing kindness will keep her in their good graces.
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Notes: I hope you enjoyed reading this, If you want more I am in the process of making a second chapter, Feel free to leave comments and any suggestions you have or even requests if you like my writing and want me to make a one-shot of any specific creepypasta character you'd like!
