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coming to terms with godhood.

(a jack nichols aka ‘eyeless jack’ story)

the birth of a god is a painful thing. it feels like dying, more than anything. you’d think, after people having worshipped deities for so long, they’d warn you about how excruciating it is to become one. but they don’t.

that was something jack nichols had learned through firsthand experience. recently, in fact. but the worst thing, for him, wasn’t learning to readjust; it felt like all of his senses had been fundamentally rearranged, but that wasn’t what bothered him most. what bothered him most was the trail of bodies it left in his wake.

“burn in hell. ALL of you.” he remembered the words birthing into the open air, but not saying them himself. but he did remember pulling the mask over his face, and he did remember leaving a bloody jenny to die in the forest alone. he remembered kicking away her pleading hands as they pawed at his ankle, her last chance of making contact with her reborn god. only it didn’t feel like jack’s voice, coming out of him. it came from some place far deeper than his chest, and it gushed from his lips like the tar that leaked from his eyes. when he finally scrambled back to civilization, hastily stuffing himself into the nearest gas station bathroom to avoid prying eyes, he puked his guts out. it was an ultimately futile attempt to get that noxious tar out of his body.

it was poisoning him, he was certain. it felt like it coated every inch of his insides, holding back the air in his lungs and turning the food in his stomach to bile. he didn’t want to look in the mirror. he didn’t want to see the state of himself, what those people had done to him, but he needed to know.

he wished he hadn’t looked. because when he did, he didn't recognize what he saw.

beneath the mask, crusted with black tar, festered two black pits where his eyes once were. he was mesmerized by the fact he wasn’t doubled over with the pain of it all. thinking about it, he was just as mesmerized by something else, too.

how am i able to see right now?

it was something that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

sight of chernobog, some rogue thought interjected. then, it came back to him. that was what the cultists had said when they gouged out his eyes and replaced them with…

i should not be as calm as i am, reflecting on this.

jack never had been the emotional type, but this was really pushing it. it was like that tar that covered his insides had dampened his emotions, too.

...or maybe he was just denying himself the time to truly reflect on it. a part of him felt if he did that, he might never get back on his feet again. he’d curl up in a ball and crystalize, and years down the line he’d be nothing but dust.

jack didn’t want that. it was like the mountain climbers he’d read about in one of his medical textbooks. he just needed to learn to acclimate to the change in altitude. this could be okay.

how to acclimate, however… that was a tough one. he couldn’t do it around people though, he knew that much. he needed to be somewhere isolated, somewhere he could collect his thoughts and keep anyone else from getting—

go back to the college, his thoughts interjected again. you don’t know what its like to be truly alone. you don’t want that.

jack blinked, but shrugged it off. in the gas station bathroom’s sink he washed his hair, matted with blood, and made certain to wash off any blood that pooled on the porcelain when he was done. he took the mask, cast aside amidst his previous puking session, and slipped it back on. he slipped the hood of his jacket up over it to hide his wet hair, too, and took one final look in the mirror.

it was months from Halloween. there was no way anyone was going to look at him and think ‘yep, that’s normal’. in fact, jack was pretty sure he’d already gotten a horrified look from a lady filling up her tank before he’d darted into the bathroom.

his only hope was going to be finding somewhere secluded to figure all of this out. maybe, when all was said and done with, he could make up the assignments for the last of his classes online. he was pretty sure west point had a program for that.

his uncle had a cabin in some backwoods area nearby, he knew. jack remembered when he was a kid, him, his parents, and his cousins would all stay there during the holidays. his uncle had a different house he lived in, too, so chances were, the place was empty.

and, it was only a few dozen miles north, if he remembered correctly. he was on the track team back in high-school. it wouldn't be easy, but it would be managable.

it was the best shot he had at figuring this all out.

it would have to work.

whatever it was that had happened with the cult, whatever it was that they did to jack, it would all be a distant memory in a few years. it wouldn’t get in the way of his medical degree, and it sure as hell wouldn’t get in the way of his life.

right?

#oh my god deep #this is phenomenal #him still thinking about finishing up the last of his online work oh my gif… jack… jack… my god jack #this is written so beautifully. as per usual from u #but wow #I love u mr jack #rb

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its tomorrow for me but for most north americans its still tobys birthday. happy happy birthday to these two drunks…

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#CUTE HAHA #rb

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Hbd loserrrr

I’m like. Late but,,, ignore that :3

#omg his hair #so cute #rb

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I DISAGREE

Nina the killer re design

#omfg this is cool #rb

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does blythe ever play tricks on antique store-goers? who in the creepedverse gang know she's haunted? how did they find out?

Blythe is quite the trickster! She does, indeed, mess with the store patrons! Her most favorite game to play with them is the bug dance. She will conjure up infestations of cockroaches and send one at a time towards the store goer’s direction. And one by one, they will climb up the person. She likes to see how many can climb up before they notice and freak out! Store goers are always fun to mess with, but her favorite person to mess with is actually Tobin! She also messes with lighting and the radio if it’s on! But truly, she doesn’t have to do much to be unsettling! Sometimes all it takes is for her to slump to one side slightly and the customer is booking it out of there!

As for the gang, they all learn of Blythe’s nature eventually! Bonnie was the first person to realize, and Blythe quickly took a liking to her because of that! Blythe was very untrusting of some of the gang at first, and for that reason, she didn’t out herself immediately. It wasn’t until she felt they needed guidance (and her immaculate, divine, mega super cool help) that she properly introduced herself!

#holds blythe #love her. #rb #crv

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which creeps were at dashcon

slenderman, first and foremost. + nina & ben.

#thats all #asks

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Your art style is amazing and your vibes are immaculate, have a lovely day!

thank you anon!!!!!!! have a beautiful dayyyy ur great >.o

#asks

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So hypothetically, if I were to eat you would I absorb your creativity?? Bc your super creative so it's gotta be like a super power right.

I FEEL LIKE... i feel like this is almost a threat.

#thank you though ur very sweet LOL #asks

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What do you think Toby thinks of the “SUMMONING TICCI TOBY AT 3:00 AM” videos?

if he's breaking the 4th wall and knows he's a fictional creepypasta character? laughing his ass off. if he's in the lore? he's assuming its people who saw his wanted poster, and he's a lil annoyed cuz he rather lose the infamy.. plus he assumes theyre all just making fun of him, which.. yeah probably are

#asks

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I feel so old

Template by @creeps-and-pasta !

#creepypasta #sweetart #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #ticci toby #nina the killer #clockwork #creepypasta clockwork #laughing jack #Kate the chaser #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta drawing #creepypasta fandom

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Happy bday old man

#rb #beautiful

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Just a little birthday comic for bros birthday. It’s a bit more half assed compared to my main comic but since it’s a branch off mini comic of it I did it in the same style and such! I figured we needed a break from the angst.

#weeping #rb

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Birthday present. Quick sketch

#so sweet #rb

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TOBIAS ROGERS BIRTHDAY ART? YAUDHRJR

#WOOOOOO #RB

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBY DARLING PRECIOUS!!!

DON'T FORGET THE SUN AND ETC!!!!!!!! finally doing the @creek-ink redraw challenge, original under cut + by kastoway

#so cool omg #rb #guy of the year

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Ok maybe I’m funny just a little

#THIS IS CANON #RB

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Kate and Toby sketch because i love them

#holds them in my hands #angels . #rb