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Currently my main creepypasta Au project where I'm fleshing out my own take on the Eyeless Jack origin story, as well as building out a slender-mansion found family narrative to tie into~ Hope you enjoy the beginnings of this passion project!

TW: Gore, Violence, Blood, Substance Use, Sexual Themes- Proceed with caution!

Eyeless Jack - Wendigo Origins

Thank you for purusing my first lil creepypasya comic! This was my inital take on developing a story for Jack, but I've taken the time to refine this lil special into a full script that continues on our story >:) Read on, only if you dare...

Part 1 - INTRODUCTION-Missing Persons Case #009 - Jack Nyras - 20 - Nursing Student 2nd Year -
PLease contact —- — - — with further information, thank you.One new message from, Jack Nyras, on Sept. 23rd, 2014, 4:27am* Beep*“Mom? Mom! I hope to god you’re getting this —-” heavy distortion “Sorry it’s so late but… I don't know where I am . All I remember is I went into the woods to get away from the noise on campus and cause all the Cameron shit from last week came back up- but fuck i don’t know what it was.
Something chased me in here, I think it was a bear or something- I can barely remember at this point. I got lost and it caught up to me… I can barely see and it’s so painful to move right now.
My eyes won’t stop stinging- that bear must have been rabid or something because I can’t hold myself together anymore and I wanted to tell you that… I’m sorry mom. … I don’t think I’m gonna make it through the night.
I’m so sorry- but It feels like I’m getting some bad fever, and my head won’t stop pounding and I can’t even get up without the pain and… and … I’m scared mom. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you again but I love you. Can you make sure the police find me in here?”End of message* Click*The following outlines the Police Notes & evidence
from Jack Nyras’ Missing Persons Case-
-Last seen on 09/19/2014, at a football team launch party held on the lawn parking lot beside the surrounding treeline along the edge of Wilkins Campus, Springfield, IL.-Evidence shows a trail leading deeper into the woods where his backpack: along with his I.D., textbooks, wallet, phone and keys left intact, was left aside on a path bloodhounds continued following. Evidence also found an unidentifiable substance left behind by another animal that potentially tracked Nyras into the woods, leaving him to fend for himself.-As of 09/22/14, bloodhounds failed to track Nyras’ scent due to weather conditions,leaving us to call for emergency search parties to assist in scanning the area for more evidence; however, suspected substance abuse get the special forensics unit involved to help identify the potential hazards & origins this untraceable substance may have.-Follow up investigations find suspects Cameron Sanchez & Mitch Vanberg as the last contacts Nyras had before his disappearance, however only Mitch Vanberg has been found to testify his scene of events, leaving investigators looking into the disappearance of Cameron Sanchez and their connection- See missing persons case file #010 for complete backlog.-Witnesses across the midwest have seen a man of similar description with little to no correlation as of late- Det. Shauna, leading missing case #009 has not reported within the last decade and is deemed off grid.As of 09/16/2024 , the Nyras’ Missing Persons Case has been labeled UNSOLVED due to inactive evidence/Investigation.

Part 2 - Awakening the Beast -
Waking up in the forest is something that’ll always surprise you at first, but there’ll eventually be a feeling of comfort when soft birdsong announces the arrival of daybreak, or the morning rays of sun paint your face with warmth after a long dark night. It's the little things like this that have kept me sane after escaping the beast that started all of this shit- I just hope that no one else has to go through the pain that monster left me with, so I want this to be a word of warning just in case there's someone out there who can believe me. -
Lots of dumb shit happened that usually happened to dumb college kids- hangover headaches before morning classes, somebody can’t stop talking shit, and of course relationship drama. It’s been super exhausting trying to exist on campus when Cameron can’t let me live down a single mistake, but there goes my anger talking. I could see where she was coming from and I knew I was a bad match for her- I never knew what she saw in me in the first place, so it was fun to entertain the relationship while it lasted. But it seems her new boyfriend on varsity is treating her much better than I could’ve so I don’t have to deal with that anymore. The last thing I said to her was at that homecoming party, she was trying to be sweet, but I’ve been through the whole “Ex to friend” cycle: sitting on the sidelines, invisible while she insists I stay and hangout- never been my vibe so I stuck to my usual snide remark and fucked off on my own that night.
It really helps being a hermit & enjoying the little things in life, made it much easier going out to my usual smoke spot, avoiding the supervisors and moochers wanting a quick hit dying to make their night more enjoyable- but the forest that night was surprisingly quiet despite the loud-ass homecoming party happening on the blacktop parking lot beside the treeline. It wasn’t the fact that there wasn’t anyone around, there were crowds of jocks and cheerleaders making the most of their night’s stash, but further in, the trees seemed to be absorbing the sound behind me, creating a serene feeling where you start to fall asleep the second you find a comfortable spot.
Once I settled into my usual spot wedged between a rocky crevice and an old fallen log, I got myself setup nice and high so I could forget about classes & my priorities the next day, almost falling asleep to the quiet forest ambience. With my back to the rocky wall and my eyes glued to the night sky, all I could do was dream of anything better to do with my time after nursing school. Goddamn I wish I could do that again - turn my brain off and imagine a world without a worry to lose in the whirlwind of reality. But it was that snap of a branch that whisked away everything I ever knew.
“Jack?”
It was faint but I could still discern if it was real despite my current state- the panic began to grow, overwhelming in my chest. More quiet steps crunched a couple feet behind me leaving me paralyzed with fear.
“Jack.”
It’s getting closer. Quietly I tried to pack up what I could but I fumbled once I saw the shadows in front of my face jump forward at me, but it was the stench that reeled me back the most. All I could see in front of me were not one but two sets of loose, decaying teeth whispering my name; and what looked to be a horrific costume of deer hide clad around a deflated leathery body adorned ritualistically with skeletal remains of god knows what. My attention was cut short when their voice pierced the air:
“Woe, Pity, Guilt, but nothing tastes better than fear”- and before the end of that sentence left their foul mouth, I never made myself move faster before in my life- sprinting anywhere else but where that thing was. But it felt as if this beast hung over me like a shadow no matter where I went, and when my breath gave away, my pessimism gave me away as claw like hands collided with my back with a harsh push to the ground. The adrenaline wasn’t enough to evade this time, the rough hands held me down with a crushing force as the beast lowered its skull closer to mine- “You’ll be a lovely addition to my family.”
The amount of fear I gave off only seemed to feed it’s motivation, because all I could remember was seeing the creature's dark tears flow down onto my face: drowning my eyes and senses in a malicious flood of hellfire that burned relentlessly, leaving me writhing on the hard forest floor from the vicious pain. The number of days escaped me while I tried to regain any awareness, and when I managed to fall unconscious, I woke suddenly to find the smell of rotting flesh and waste sit in front of me, assumingly left behind by the creature practicing whatever ritual it worshipped and it wasn’t soon after it told me what its intentions were.
“My dear Jack, You must be starving, hungry, exhausted!” It sang sharply, hobbling slowly closer.
“The hell did you do to me-” Despite my weak assertion, my fear and anger began to boil over once I figured out what it’s been bringing me. “Is that- WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS!? WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“NOW that’s no way to talk to your mother! Now eat up what I’ve brought you before it spoils,” and with a heavy shove, a warm weight fell into my hands, splattered in dark red. Looking down at what I could barely make out was the delicate human forearm with an all too familiar tattoo laced around the bloodstained wrist. Emotions running frantic, mind spinning at my new reality laid before me, all I could feel was a strange hunger growing that my morality couldn’t hold back any longer- I’ve never felt starvation drive me this mad before but…
“I’m sorry Cameron, there’s nothing else I can do now that you're gone.”

Part 3 - Keep Moving Forward -
Ever since then, my head hasn’t hurt as much so I’ve slowly been regaining my strength enough to figure out where the hell I’ve been. I lost my phone all the way back where the creature first held me down, lost my bookbag & my drugs too damn it, so with nothing left to do I walked further on. The woods have been very thick and hard to navigate in my shit sneakers and torn up jeans, but getting anywhere other than these damn woods is all I could focus on & eventually a small gravel road opened up ahead of me.
Overjoyed with the thought of finding someone and better yet getting to a hospital helped reshape my spirits enough to set me on my path, on which I noticed how strangely my hunger began to grow. Usually your stomach growls from the empty space within, however this hunger felt more like something inside was overpowering my appetite for itself. It had to have been days since I last had a normal meal, scaring me how my newly developed taste may change for the worse if I do run into someone.
Trudging down that path led me to some old hick’s empty nest with rundown pickup trucks & trailers littered on the unkempt property. Begrudgingly, I started up the front steps, knocking on the door with a rattled echo. From what seemed like a back corner of the house a loud crunch and series of heavy stomping answering my knocks at the entryway, but not with the kind open arms as I was hoping for.
“The hell ya doin on my door?!” Yelled out a drunken voice within, “I will shoot if ya don’t fuck off with ya dumb politics and Jehovahs!” I couldn’t help but chuckle until the door opened with a sudden shove- “weeell??”
“Ah sorry for bothering you sir- I just need directions to the nearest… uh phone, bus, um anywhere…” I asked timidly. Before he answered he gave me a glazed stare of stupor.
“God damn boy, waddidya run into out there? I’m sure whatever it is looks worse than you if you’re still alive,” He gave a hard-bellied laugh at the joke, but I stayed cautious and waited for a legitimate response. “Well, if you’re looking to hike for another couple of days, feel free to hitchhike the hell off of my porch-”
“Sir, I could use more help than that, please. Is it too much trouble if I could use your phone really quick-”
“Like hell you aren’t! Ain’t no one steppin’ foot in my house but me you demanding cnt, now go on and get.” I still wish I realized the risk I took asking some angry man with a shotgun for more help, but my mind was beginning to race quicker than I anticipated, my vicious hunger driving me manic… Impulsive.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop. For fuck sake. I could feel the man’s eyes burning a hole through my chest as I stood there fighting myself.
“Alright you weird lil shit-” But before he could raise the shotgun between my eyes, new instincts kicked in: adrenaline running with little self-control left to hold my hunger back, I grabbed his throat, leaving the last of his sentence in a shocked gurgle, desperate fear painting his expression. And as I watched the white of his eyes grow with panic at his newfound fate, I wrapped my fingers around his jugular, locking my knuckles together tightly as red seeped down my arm and onto the patio mat below.
It still took me a second to grasp what happened - standing and holding this giant corpse in one hand is horrific enough, but my discovered strength added to the fearful realization. Eventually Waking myself out of the violent trance, I laid the sad bastard onto the ground behind him, closing me inside the house that was now this deadman’s new coffin.
Trying to look for a phone was daunting because the home was hoarded beyond belief; but besides that, the quiet static of the tv, the choppy whirl from the busted beer fridge, or even the yellow water that runs from the tap was better than being out there with whatever beast that was stalking me. I took some time to scan the house down to make sure no one else was around, and once I felt at peace after cleaning his crusty couch off, I laidback for a while, finally relieved from the nightmare that I’ve eluded so far.
Despite the more peaceful change of pace, the hunger didn’t go away. Looking around the grimy kitchen wasn’t helpful at all, leaving a sick taste in my mouth after seeing maggots sitting on the corners of the counters eating anything that was left out, as well as mold lining the fridge and its indiscernible contents. It almost felt as if the house was rotting before my eyes, but despite the gnarly scene, my hunger kept itself heard- the body won’t stay fresh for long in a place like this. I felt my feet sink as my eyes drifted to the hallway that connected to the horrific scene I made earlier, slowly returning with kitchen scissors and a steak knife. I hope I don’t need to go into detail on what I had to do to the poor bastard, but it was enough to quiet my appetite and finally set me to rest for a peaceful while.It’s been a couple of nights since I first found this rat hole, but it's better than nothing-. It’s been weird portioning out what I can eat, and I’ve made some involuntary discoveries with my new taste palette to say the least, but goddamn do I miss cooking. I should start leaving in case someone starts looking into this guy’s property and I've debated on looking around for a truck that could get me into town. I’ve kept the news station on incase I hear anything about my family, but I’m glad to know I’m not far car’s ride getting back home, but it just depends whether I’m ready to return to reality with the strange state I'm in.
When the next newscast aired, I couldn’t believe it’d been 4 weeks since I went missing that day after the homecoming party. I could have never guessed that much time had passed since, but then again I’ve only been able to regain my sight over the last couple of days. Once I finally found the bathroom, looking in the mirror was incredibly dissociative: I couldn’t see the whites of my eyes anymore. My eyes wouldn’t stop leaking this black substance, leaving long, staining streaks down my face, and worse, my skin seems to be turning gray and cold around the sources that endlessly spilled this- whatever it is, it won’t stop streaming down and staining my face. Damnit, my actual eyes are covered in this shit, but it explains how my sight’s been this terrible, so I think I may be adjusting to it now…
Later that night, trying to drown out the growling appetite with the sounds of late night talk shows and infomercials, I heard what sounded like a car engine rolling down the driveway. It was strange seeing the clock read a strange hour like 2:34 am; who in their right mind would be meeting this bastard at this time? Leaving the tv on, I took my things and headed into the cluttered bathroom hoping whoever they were wouldn’t look too deeply inside the house. There was an extra window above the sink that I determined earlier I should use as an emergency exit if anything else happened, threat-wise. But my heart sank deeper when I heard the click of the front door open & close with heavy boots stepping over the meat pile that I had butchered to hell and back left in the entryway.
Still not hearing anything, I knew it was too late trying to make any attempts out of the house: whoever was there would hear it over the tiny ass tv in the living room, so I sat behind the door, waiting for my chance to book it. But I knew my time was up when a bright light shone through like a searchlight, the only shielding me from whoever this was, was the decrepit door slowly inching open.
My brain panicked in the moment, but somehow with all my strength I pushed on the other side of the door with a violent slam in an attempt to disorient whoever was trying to enter. “MOTHER FCKER,” they screamed as I pushed my way past them. Despite their back to the ground, they still managed to pull my foot out from underneath me, pulling my weight unexpectedly to the ground. “HOLY SHIT YOU LIL RAT - That effing HURT!” they exclaimed as they put their weight over me, arms holding down the back of my hoodie in clenched fists. Reeling back with a quick turn, I tried to get a kick in before their other arm landed overtop, stopping any momentum I had getting back up.
“DAMMIT man let go! Get off!” I spat out as their hand crushed down on my throat.
“Okay man can ya chill out for a sec. Who & where did you come from? The heck happened to ya?” They asked coolly despite their tired breaths.
I couldn’t see much in the dark hallway but his voice was calmed and serious from the sound of it, so I relaxed trying to answer, “trying to get out of the rain - wasn’t it obvious at the front door?”
“Ha ha ha - Well to be more honest, I've been meaning to feed this piece of shit some of his own shit and you beat me to it.” And now that we were talking, we both relaxed more and sat up, still cautious of each other but laughing at each other’s bluntless. “How long have you been squatting here anyway?” His bigger build and strength left me rattled and questioning if I could trust him, but his demeanor left me feeling welcomed into this conversation that came out of the blue..
“Beats me, think it's been about a week-” and I started to explain what happened, at least the events at this place since he seemed just as angry at the old hick who lived here, yet it was very hard to bypass the fact I’ve been buffeting this man into meal portions for the last couple of days.
“And you left him? LIKE THAT? Man, I better not get on your bad side.” He commented after the rambled explaining, “but it also sounds like you're in some heat too. I’d be happy to help ya outta this crapshoot since im passing through the area-”
“Thanks for the invite, but I’m… I’ll be fine on my own…” I retorted, maybe too wistfully. I don’t know who the hell this guy is and I’m not going anywhere with him if he was unhinged enough to break into someone’s house just to mess with some old dirtbag.
“Ahhahaha sure thing, Unless you wanna barbeque here tonight, I ain’t letting this place sit around to rot any longer.”
“Wait wait wait the hell do you mean- you mean Fire?! - Arson?*!”
“Why not? There’s more than enough kindling for some fun- You coming along or ya wanna stay at the dead bastard barbeque?”

Part 4 - Jeff the Killer
He wasn’t the first person I anticipated running into at this place- despite the pitch darkness, the guy carried a dim phone light in his shirt pocket, illuminating an intimidating stature, but our weird conversation in the dark gave me whatever amount of reassurance I needed to trust him for now.
“Sooo- what kinda history does this guy have with you? I didn’t really mean to do any of that… mess, ya know?” I asked meekly, trying to understand anything that was happening right now.
“Yeah sure ya ‘didn’t mean to do that’- that looked brutal!! But this guy was just a dumb POS I’d mess with once ina while, tapping on his window, killing his dog and such, haha ya know?” He added mockingly, but his tone of voice almost caught me off guard when he mentioned his weird take on trickery- this guy’s got a couple of screws loose, so I need to stay cautious. His actions of scampering around the kitchen sink for random chemicals definitely didn’t help his sanity case either. Should I make a run for it away from this psychopath? But what if that beast knew I came in here and was waiting out there for me? The police could be here anytime to check on the absence of this deadbeat or could be coming after this lunatic!
With the possibilities spiraling and overwhelming my head, it took me a second to realize this maniac was staring, waiting for a response- “If you don’t wanna get outta of this stink hole, I ain’t dragging you out.”
“You’re not that crazy right?” Shocked at myself for asking, it was the only thing keeping me from following this stranger out the door.
“Aww, my feelings are hurt! I thought you were crazy too-” he mockingly joked at me, walking menacingly right up to me, “I’m not scaring you too much, am I?” Feeling my heart sink as I finally saw him closely, scars laced across his face that held a gruesome grin cut from cheek to cheek, piercing eyes that never seemed to blink, keeping themselves pinned on me like daggers, glowing with enjoyment from seeing the fear that grew on my face. ”Don’t worry about it, can’t do much with this big ole grin anymore,” giving me an additional cheesy smile that only added to the horrifying nature of his face.
“UHhm… no no you’re all good, truthfully I’ve seen worse.” I reiterated, hoping to stay on his good side again.
“It definitely seems that way, cause if you havent noticed you look absolutely shit, man.”To be continued?

Thank you for reading through my little Creepypasta Au script! One day I would have seen this through as a full comic but I have more to share in my sketchbook volume in the works! I hope you can enjoy this book as it continues onto the world we've taken a glimpse at here!
Here's some side headcannons that I want to add in eventually :3
--After leaving the house, they styart collecting shit, load up in the shitty car
--Jack discovers diet can no longer handle certain foods, jeff takes amusement out of this discovery having him try new things
--After jack gets overwhelmed and triggers wendigo instincts, his will teeth grow, demon substance pours out from body’s digestive rejection, Jeff grows more obsessed with intrigue but chills out letting jack recollect himself for now.If you have any thoughts, advice or suggestions - Please don't feel afraid to let me now via Instagram or Tumblr DM✨ Thank you for your time and appreciation!

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