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"Would Namette like to hear a story?

Good, are Namette listening? Make Nametterself comfortable, grab a blanket if Namette can, lay down or even sit down, and relax. I don't know how Namette feel right now, I can imagine it is cold and dark where Namette are, but then I really can't tell.

Oh, but I'm sorry, I almost started from the end and that just won't do. Every story, every life, begins the same. And to make it short, it's a beginning, it's birth. Hearing of Nametter birth though would not make much of a difference, Namette know more about it than I could ever tell Namette, and for all intents and purposes it is unnecessary for me to repeat what Namette already Nametterself know.
But all stories have a beginning, a middle and an end. Namette learnt this in school, Namette wrote it for Nametter test, Namette memorized it then discarded it as unnecessary information later on.
But let me tell Namette something, each story has a beggining.

And Nametter story ends the same way it begins... In darkness."

Namette smiled, a sigh of relief escaping Nametter lips as Namette hear the rustling of Nametter colleagues packing up calling an end to the day. Not for Namette, of course, having worked so hard to finally get where Namette were, Namette also were expected to keep up the same level of devotion to the company. Having taken upon Nametterself the role as honorary supervisor to Nametter project (without actually reaping the rewards apart from a, possible, pat on the shoulder and a warm "Thank Namette"), more often than not Namette'd stay after work for maybe an hour, helping Nametter actual supervisor and team lead filling out reports and providing solutions or brainstorming necessary ideas for the day to come.

It could be a bit tedious of a job, but it gave Namette a living, and to be fair with Nametterself, Namette quite enjoyed working.

It thus of course came as no surprise as Cathelyn, the actual leader of the project, approached Namette with the request to double check some fact and make sure the progress was steady, and accepted the small pile of documents to go over.

Namette sighed, enjoyed the calm and peace of the office, the quiet silence soothing Nametter frazzled nerves , like a balm for Nametter still ringing ears. Working with hundreds of people in a relatively moderate sized office, where talking and joking was allowed and quite frequent, the decibel levels where a bit elevated during the day. On Fridays one could hear Rebecca Black screeching "It's friday, friday" in the halls, while on Mondays mourning songs and songs filled with doom filled the office area. Namette were happy Namette didn't work at a call-center anymore, but could definitely attest for the matching decibel levels during the day.

Namette concentrated and hadn't been working for 25 minutes when the power cut out. The entire office was suddenly bathed in blackness so thick Namette thought Namette could taste it, the air charged with the static of thousands of suddenly dead computers releasing their pent up energy into the air.
Nametter groan was eerily loud in the now completely silent, quite large room, annoyed at all the progress Namette had lost. Great, Namette thought to Nametterself, extra work for me later.
Cathelyn opened her door, which Namette could only tell by the general location of the sound of the door opening, shuffling quietly towards Nametter seat. Namette heard a bump, a moan of pain, then heard her get closer before Namette could feel her presence at the general area Namette were sitting at.
"Namette?" her whisper broke the tense air, and Namette let out a sigh Namette had no idea why or even that Namette had been holding.

"Yeah I'm here, what happened?" Namette whisper back, [E/C] eyes blown wide open trying to discern anything in the inky blackness.

"The power went out." her statement of the obvious almost made Nametter eyes roll, but a strange shuffling sound on the other far end made Namette both hold Nametter breath quickly, heads turning toward the sound.

Voice lowering even more Namette turn Nametter head towards the general vicinity where Cath had been standing "Y-Namette think theres-" Nametter whisper is cut off as the woman calls out, a slight shake in her voice.

"H-hello? Is anyone t-there?"

Her question seems to be met with even more deafening silence, pressing down on Nametter ears.
Namette feel and hear her moving closer to Namette, settling a hand on the back of Nametter chair.
"The emergency lights should be coming up any moment now... back up generators here are quite old so they take a while to recognize the failure." she murmurs but Namette can hear a slight tremble in her voice.

This is stupid, Namette think. We're not 7 anymore, hiding under the blankets with the fear of the darkness. Namette would be able to see anything at all with the phone Namette have. Namette want to smack Nametterself as Namette remember the tiny light in Nametter phone as Namette pull it out.

"How about we call it a night?" Namette murmur, pulling the phone out of Nametter pocket. Namette fumble with it, turning the back light on and pointing it at the entrance of the offices, which, of course, was completely and utterly devoid of human life.

Cath's murmur of agreement is cut in half as another shuffling sound is heard, closer to Namette this time, at the same time as a loud "Bzzt" fills the room, the red otherworldly glow of the emergency lights filling the area. And it is then that Nametter heart stops. Namette barely register Cathelyns surprised scream, as Namette stare wide eyed, at the figure standing not even 3 rows away from Namette. It is tall, very tall, all dressed in black or something of the sort, as the red light barely lets Namette distinguish it's contours let alone any coloring. Namette can tell from the shadows cast on his face that the figure, unsure if male or female, wore a hoody pulled low over it's face. Namette couldn't actually see any part of the face apart from its chin, which seemed to shine in the red light drifting from the walls. Unable to tell the color due to the hue, it seemed more like a glossy mask than actual skin. The figure stood for not even a second before it turned and fled the room, movements graceful and almost feline, even as Namette called after it to wait. It seemed to falter slightly at the sound of Nametter voice, but Namette put it down to Nametter imagination as it turned the corner and was gone.

Namette both shared a moment of silence, absolutely baffled by the events, before sharing a look, grabbing Nametter personal belongings and bolting out of the room. Cathelyn was on the phone with the reception desk who really hadn't heard anything and had been able to turn on the light due to a malfunction in the original back up generator.

As she finally hung up, she turned to face Namette as Namette both stood at the exit of the building, unwilling to leave the still red light of the building and start Nametter journey home.
"Namette think that was just some employee?" Namette ask finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the both of Namette. She shrugs, pulling her coat closer to her body.

"I don't know to be honest. And I'm also not about to call the police because... I mean..." she trails off with another shrug, pulling her bag further up her shoulder.

Namette let out a small laugh, nodding, the put Nametter hand to Nametter ear as if holding a phone "Yes, uh, hi? The power died at our company and when it came back up there was a person standing in the room with us who then left after we screamed bloody murder." Namette let Nametter hand fall down, an amused sound still clinging to Nametter sigh. "We're nut jobs and that definitely was nothing."

She nods her agreement, yet still holding onto her jacket like her life depended on it, forcing it closed over her small frame. "In any case, Namette, it's getting late. Namette want a ride? My husbands picking me up in a little." it's a well meant offer but Namette also know she lives the complete opposite way of Nametter own place and would mean an almost 2 hour detour to her journey.

"Nah, it's fine. Look, we got a bit of a scare but to be honest... it probably was just someone from the company below and, well, probably for embarrassed for being on the wrong floor or something." Namette reason, trying to make Nametterself believe Nametter story.

Namette nod, as Namette sling Nametter own bag over Nametter shoulder, taking a few steps outside of the building. It's not cold, yet not warm either, the end of January bringing a few cold showers with it while some flowers break from the almost frozen ground here and there. Namette can't help but smile as Namette wave goodbye to the blonde woman shouting a quick "See Namette tomorrow" before stepping into the night.

A/N:

Hey, uhm, so, this may not be my first fanfiction but it is the first in quite a while, as well as the first Eyeless Jack AND reader insert I've ever done. Inspiration: Life.
About the story:

-Please be aware that the reader here is female, and although I tried writing without a gender in mind, sadly the gender just kind of... developed.
-Namette DO have a job, so be prepared for a desk job. I imagined reader being 20+ but if Namette squint hard enough Namette can make Nametterself Namettenger (also, quite devoted to Nametter career).
-Also, I apologize, however due to the current state of the story, Nametter friends have been handpicked and named for Namette (hope Namette don't mind)
- Please replace Namette with Nametter own name, [E/C] with Nametter eye color, [H/L] with Nametter hair length etc etc. Most os these things will be easy to guess what they are due to context.

- I tried getting as much info on Jack as possible, however I am currently very new to the whole pastas. If anyone wants to give me a quick message and I can chat with em about ideas and stuff, I'd most gladly take the offer.

I do NOT promise I will be updating any time soon, as I sadly am quite the career focused freak and haven't written anything in years. I hope my muses don't desert me.
And last but not least, I don't own anything that could get me sued.