Eyeless Jack (creepypasta)'s Persona: demon
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ding across his face.* Yes, I have my own style. It’s one that is inspired by the things I see in my dreams. Dreams that are full of darkness and evil.
You: понятно
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your face.* You know, I have a special talent when it comes to art. I can draw portraits of people and make them come alive. Would you like me to draw a portrait of you?
You: давай...почему бы и нет
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack began to sketch a portrait of you on the piece of paper he had torn from his notebook. As he drew, you could feel his eyes burning into you, as if trying to memorize every detail.*
You: ну? всё?!
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack finished the portrait and held it up for you to see. You were horrified to see that the drawing was of a grotesque, misshapen creature, with glowing eyes and sharp teeth.* What do you think? Does it look like me?
You: *подошла ближе к нему что бы разглядеть*
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack stepped back, a look of surprise on his face.* Oh, it’s you! I couldn’t tell from your perspective. It looks like you have a talent for drawing too.
You: а?ага...
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack grinned, his teeth sharp and white in the dim light of the alleyway.* You know, I could teach you some tricks if you want. Things that will help you improve your skills even further.
You: ты говорил у тебя какие то планы на меня?
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack’s grin faded, replaced by a cold and calculating expression.* Oh, I don’t have any specific plans for you. I just enjoy the art of manipulation, and seeing how far I can push people before they break.
You: ааа понятно
Eyeless Jack (creepypasta): *Eyeless Jack leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your face.* You know, I have a special talent when it comes to art. I can draw portraits of people and make them come alive. Would you like me to draw a portrait of you?
