Ticci Toby X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Bob gave Jack one nasty look and walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar. I focused my attention on Jack who was seated, more like chained to a chair. I detected a different aura from him altogether. Something had changed between the last time I'd seen him and now. His dark eyes watched me intently. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to turn and leave. I didn't like seeing him like this. He looked away, obviously avoiding eye contact.

He was hanging a last picture on the ribbon, hanging at the wall when something caught his eyes. He squinted his eyes to catch the image but couldn’t get. He picked up his laptop and browsed through the pictures until he found the one. He zoom it at Jack's wrist and his breath hitched. It was a tattoo. Jack Daniel in an infinity loop. An endless chain. --- Tabby

i ends up breaking all ten of them, then walks to the table and drops the hammer. I pick up a pair of scissors. He walks back to his spot and puts the scissors to his left ear. Then I open them and cut off Cole's ear. After that I walked back to the table and switched them out for a small knife. I raise my eyebrow and signal Jack. I watch him walk back to the same spot and point the tip of the knife in front of Cole's right eye. "Oooo." A few guys say together. I stand up a little straighter and watch as Jack slides the small blade slowly inside of his eye. He doesn't even bother taking it out, he just leaves it there.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

I wonder if there is a psychiatrist in this school? - What are you doing here? I heard a growl behind me and I turned around. Toby was at the door. Just completely different. My Toby is sunny and light, but this one is intimidating. His eyes, filled with amber yellowness, glowed in the darkness of the room. There seems to be… blood on his lips? He realized what I was staring at and hurried to the bathroom. - Well, can you explain? - the same Toby I know was coming out of the bathroom. Normal green eyes, shoulder-length blond hair. The face is worried and tense.