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Quiet Nights Chapter 16

Michael had heard your sobs but he didn’t want to barge in when you showered. He was used to being injured, to him nasty bruises were normal. In truth he had worried that when you collapsed you had also died. What would he do then? Go back to eating rats and dogs? He really didn’t want to do that. Luckily you hadn’t died, just passed out so he carried you home and did his best to carefully wipe the blood from your unconscious face. Anger welled up in him once more as he remembers seeing you be beaten by the man from the diner. If he had the ability he would kill the man a second time and a third and fourth and maybe even a fifth. 

He hadn’t cleaned up the crime scenes since he had been so focused on getting you to not die. Michael was sure that someone would stumble across the horrific scene soon. The sewer would be swarmed with police. Knowing this was inevitable at this point he decided to make a trip or two to the old lair and take everything that would hint at someone living there. On his way he stopped at each murder scene to look at the bodies, not even a crumb of remorse ran through him. The killer knew that wasn’t normal for humans but then again how human is he really? 

He watched for a moment at the blood crawling down the tree trunk as it slowly congealed, oozing from the body pierced on the thick broken branch. Her eyes were open slightly, staring lifelessly at the ground. The womans skin had paled and it looked as if birds had already started to pick on her cold body. Good for them he thought, the birds deserve a good meal. He then smelled the first mans body before seeing it. In death the cocky man had shit his pants. It was almost enough to make the masked killer laugh. He remembered how high and mighty the man had seemed and the things he said under his breath while alone. Things like “Michael ain’t shit. I can take him” and “Bitch is just a mamas boy”. His body was crumpled at the base of the tree The Shape had thrown his body at. 

Finally Michael was at the sewer. There was a lot of blood on the walls and floor. He swiftly put together all of the items that might give him away. After two trips to the apartment the only thing left in the sewer was the maimed body of Jack. In the struggle his face had been sliced more than once making him as ugly as he had been internally. Michael was glad that The Shape had murdered the man. Flashes of his human stabbing the man ran through his mind. Their actions were vicious and almost seemed like it hadn’t been the first time they’d stabbed someone. Their knife had been completely coated in blood and Michael decided that it might be triggering to his human so he kept it as a way to memorialize their first known kill, much like how his choice of knife was to his first kill. 

The sound of rats squeaking echoed, drawing the killers attention to the rats that had begun to eat the dead body. The ground under the body was a deep red and his face was still submerged in the shallow puddle. By the time his body is found the rats may make him nearly unrecognizable. Good for the rats he thought, just like the birds they deserve a good meal. Michael Myers took one last good look at the sewer not knowing when it would be safe to return again. He then returned to the apartment where you still lay unconscious. Not long after is when you woke up and tried to stand. 

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Woods Part 3

The sun had started to set and the rain was now a light drizzle. The temperature was also dropping. “How long until they come looking for you?” You asked wanting to know if you’d end up spending the night with a killer or not. “Tomorrow probably. Preston will be there. Ignore him he’s an idiot.” He responded. You pouted, the thought of staying the night in creepy woods with a killer that video taped everything made you shiver. Gathering your thoughts and emotions you realized you didn’t know his name, It seemed like at this point knowing each other's names would be okay. “Um my name is (y/n) by the way. What's yours?” you asked, now facing the disfigured man. “Jesse” his phone said. “It’s nice to meet you Jesse.” You said with a smile. Night fell quickly.

Your stomach growled loudly in the early morning hours. You had barely slept due to fear of what might happen. Jesse woke up to the sound of your stomach, making a confused look he raised his eyes to meet yours. “Oh I’m sorry my stomach woke you. It’s almost like I haven’t eaten in god knows how long since you kidnapped me.” You said with a hint of anger seeping in. A second later you realized you just basically yelled at a serial killer and covered your mouth with your hands in shock. You were about to apologize when his phone talked “You have bite. I like fire” 

“I’m still sorry. I’m just so hungry and tired.” She said apologetically. His phone spoke up again “You would probably be a better addition than Preston” She tried to figure out what he meant and then it hit her “Are you offering me a job?” You asked. He only shrugged. At this point the sun was rising and out in the middle of nowhere it was a breathtaking view. You even smiled at the sight. Unknown to you your forced companion had noticed the smile, he thought it was a beautiful smile. 

The two of you spent the morning rebuilding the fire and adding in anything that made it smoke more. You had come up with the idea of a smoke signal and Jesse was impressed at your thought process. He hadn’t thought about needing to signal your exact location since the phone by this time was nearly dead and not able to transmit it’s gps signal. The smoke signal rose high into the sky, it would be easy for a plane or helicopter to see from a distance. 

Since neither of you had the survival skills to know which plants were edible you sat trying to make a small spear with the use of one of his knives and a stick. Since you were the faster of the two it would be your job to spear the animal. You were not looking forward to it. Jesse tried to reassure you that it would be okay since it’s for survival. 

Finally you got the courage to try. It didn’t take long for you to find a lone rabbit grazing in a field. Doing your best you missed by a lot and the bunny left in a hurry. “Dammit” you cursed. Jesse silently chuckled at you. Even though it was a silent laugh due to him not being able to really make noise you could sense it and so you turned around giving him a death glare. The large man playfully put up his hands in mock defense. “Oh my gods you have  a sense of humor” you said with a dramatic gasp. 

He didn’t show it often but he did in fact have a softer side. At work it was necessary for him to be the stone cold stoic killer that he is, but in free time he was more relaxed and kind. He no longer saw you as his prey or a threat so he let the walls slip down for a bit. She was relieved that his mood had seemed to improve. After a few more tries you finally managed to kill a larger rabbit. With the brightest, most proud smile you had you held up the dead animal. Jesse clapped to show that he too was proud. He knew how to skin and cook the animal and so he did that half of the work. 

By this time it was noon and the two of you sat happily eating the cooked rabbit.  Just as the meal was finishing up you hear the sound of helicopters and ATV’s. Your eyes widen slightly in fear. Jesse easily sensed this and typed “It’s my company. Don’t tell anyone about me being nice.” the phone said as he put a small amount of sap onto his mask to act as a temporary adhesive. You frowned at this, his face was something you’d grown to like, it was friendly and kind. It pulled you back to reality that most people saw him as something monstrous. You wondered if his company even knew what he looked like. 

A gun in your face snapped you from thoughts. In front of you was a man not as tall or intimidating as Jesse. He had black hair and a wicked smile. “Preston” the phone in Jesse’s hand said. “Oh you’re the annoying one J-Chromeskull was talking about.” Your face lit up as you realized this. The smile on Prestons face left in the blink of an eye, being replaced with a frown/scowl. “You little bitch!” He yelled in your face. You only giggled through your fear. This only angered him more. A woman walked up behind Preston and pushed him aside. It was clear he was the lowest on the food chain. 

“Shut your mouth Preston. Jesse wants her alive.” The woman said calmly. Subconsciously you walked back and bumped into someone. “I..I’m sorry” you stuttered out turning around to see Jesse. The sudden arrival of thirty or so people was overwhelming. The woman eyed you before saying “My name is Spann, I work for Chromeskull.” She said. You nodded trying to collect yourself. “I’m (Y/n)” You managed to say. “I know” Spann said. Looking over the womans shoulder you could see a still angry Preston barking orders at the workers. Jesse put a large hand on your shoulder as reassurance. 

“You have two options now that you know about this organization. We kill you or you work for us.” Spann gave you the ultimatum. 

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Wrong House Chapter 5

(Y/n) raced inside fearing the worst. She slammed the door behind her and throwing open the bedroom door. She froze in her tracks upon seeing what looked like a second Ghostface looming over Billy. The injured man looked wide eyed at the woman as she grabbed the nearest item that could be used as a blunt force weapon. 

“Woah Woah Woah, slow down there killer. I know him” Billy said, holding his hands up, wincing. The second Ghostface turned trying to remove his mask as fast as possible seeing the woman posed to attack. “I’m Stu! Don’t hurt me…. I’m far too sensitive.” Stu said trying to seem as non threatening as possible. Billy chuckled at his friend and accomplices' reaction. 

“Stu this is the woman that saved my life.” He gestured to (y/n). “He thought I had been kidnapped.” 

“You dickhead! I thought you got your ass killed.” She nearly yelled, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “Aww so you do worry about me.” He replied, batting his eyelashes.

“Hell no, I just didn’t want my hard work to be for nothing.” She retorted. Stu shivered “Did it just start snowing? Cause that was cold.” (y/n) set down the metal candle holder in her hand and turned to face Stu. “How did you even find him here?” She asked. 

Stu smiled replying “Natural born instinct and a psychic link to my best of buds.” He looked very proud of himself. The doctor put a hand on her hip and looked at Billy for a real answer. “I called him using your landline.” He said, killing Stu’s smile and confident glow. He pouted, crossing his arms like a young child. (Y/n) ignored the pouting man and sighed, rubbing her eyes in frustration. “As long as you’re here you are going to make yourself useful. In the closet there’s a metal stand. Set it up next to the bed near his head.” She ordered walking to the door to get her discarded bag. “You’re putting me to work?” Stu whined.

She poked her head back into the room “Doit or I’ll give you a wound to match your best buds.” She threatened before leaving. 

“What a bitch.” The second ghostface mumbled getting the I.V. stand from the closet not wanting to find out if that threat held weight. Billy only chuckled. The woman set up the I.V bag and expertly inserted the needle into Billy’s arm. For her, placing IVs was routine, she had done this nearly everyday since her residency. The injured man laying on the bed took note at how easily she administered IV and a dose of morphine. 

Billy looked up at the lady as the morphine had begun to kick in. “So you a nurse or something?” He asked, looking back at the needle in his vein. “I’m a doctor actually” She responded while checking the placement of the needle and that the IV bag was running correctly. “Listen, you lost a lot of blood and it’s going to take a while for your body to replace all of it. You need to stay on bedrest for a few more days at the least and if you need to get up ask Stu or I for help otherwise I’ll have to place a catheter. I’m a little impressed that you made it as far as you did without passing out from the blood loss.” 

He was slightly taken aback from her switch into the doctor bedside manner. Clearly she knew what she was doing. It only raised more questions as to why a doctor would take in a serial killer. Hippocratic oath maybe? 

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Wrong House Chapter 4

About an hour had passed when (y/n) walked in with a long white coat in hand. “I work a ten hour shift today. So, I won’t be back until late.” She said. He looked her up and down, taking in her rather professional appearance. 

“What I’m hearing is that I have ten hours to escape this place.” He said with a smirk. 

“Sure, but with that wound you won’t make it to the front door without popping a stitch and bleeding out on my freshly cleaned floor.” She replied to him a little too nonchalantly. The man feigned hurt with a small gasp, “So little concern”

She rolled her eyes before leaving the house.

After a quiet drive to work she put on her lab coat and walked in. “You look tired.” Her coworker, Chase, said. She ignored him to the best of her abilities. “Oh! Maybe you finally got laid.” He poked with a cheeky smile. 

“Ah yes because there couldn't possibly be any other reason. Get your mind out of the gutter.” (y/n) said, grabbing a few patients' files that had been left on her desk. Chase slid over to her desk. “Alright my interest is officially piqued. Share with the rest of the class what happened.” His australian accented voice said as he popped a hard candy into his mouth waiting for an answer. She sat down at her desk skimming through the first file and sighed.

“If you must know Chase, a hurt dog showed up on my doorstep last night. I spent most of the night helping the poor thing.” 

“Of course, the bleeding heart (y/n) would be sleep deprived over a stray dog.” He scoffed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I was really hoping for something more interesting.”

Work had gone by as smoothly as one could expect in a hospital and the explanation (y/n) had given Chase had seemed to quench his curiosity. The blue eyed man now watched silently as his friend and coworker took a few bottles of morphine and I.V bags from the supply room. What could you possibly need those for he wondered. She headed to the garage clocking out of work. He followed and jogged to catch up to her in the parking lot. Noticing the man now walking next to her she sighed softly. 

“I saw what you put in that bag of yours.” Chase said quietly. She turned on her heel to face him now next to her car. 

“And you won’t tell anyone. If you did then some little birdy might just tell the higher ups about that time you spent an entire shift sleeping off a hangover.” Her voice was friendly but the words dripped with poison. Chase backed off with his hands up in mock surrender. She got into her car and shut the door. “Someday I’ll find out your secrets!” Chase called as she drove off. 

On the drive home inklings of worry about the wounded dog slipped into her thoughts. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I swear if he tried to get up for anything other than to piss or shit, I’ll kill him myself.” She mumbled to herself. 

She was thrown from her thoughts upon seeing the front door open to her home. Her heart started to race at the thoughts of what could have happened.

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Quiet Nights Part 15

You woke up with a horrible migraine. Sitting up slowly you noticed it was dark outside. “Shit” you cursed under your breath as you tried to stand up from your bed. Your knees buckled underneath your weight. The Shape stood in the doorway of your room. “How long was I out?” You asked. He simply handed you your phone. You read the screen with wide eyes. “I missed en entire fucking day?!” You yelled. “I’m so going to be fired.” To this the killer shook his head. You opened your texts and there was a conversation between you and your employers. Michael had used your finger to open the phone and tell both your jobs that you had fallen down a steep hill when someone pushed you and that you were too bruised to come into work for a few days. 

Luckily for you both employers weren’t pushing for evidence. Sidney, the owner of the diner you worked at in the mornings was concerned and texted many times about how you should go to the police and get checked out at the hospital. While this was very sweet you reassured the woman that you would be okay and just needed rest. Jason was the owner of a local woodsy shop. They only worked there because Jason was a family friend. He was less concerned about the injuries you had acquired but still told you to call him if you needed anything. He was a rather stoic man that didn’t show emotion often and he definitely loved the wilderness. 

After a few minutes of gathering yourself and your thoughts you decided a shower was in order. The grime from the other day made them feel uncomfortable. Slowly but surely they made their way to the bathroom and gasped when they saw their reflection in the mirror. Bruises were everywhere. A particularly bad one shone brightly on their right side jaw. Deep purple and blue marked the spot that had been punched more than once. The human turned the water to warm and after undressing stepped in. The water stung against open scrapes and cuts from the fight. (Y/N) slowly sunk to the ground of the shower and tried to muffle a sob as realization from that day set in. That man Jack could’ve killed you, he would’ve if Michael hadn’t shown up. You didn’t want to admit it but you weren’t strong enough to fight a fully grown man off. Sobs racked your body as you sat curled up with your knees to your chest. The fear that flooded your body during the fight came rushing back as images of Jack flashed in your mind. He looked feral at that moment. 

Two hours passed before you could manage to work up enough energy to get out of the warmth of the shower. Cool air hit your bare wet skin causing you to shiver. Standing in front of the mirror you took another look at the bruises. Part of you was trying so hard to forget what happened but you knew pushing it down wouldn’t help in the long run. To some extent you felt numb. Putting on warm comfortable lounging clothes you made your way to the couch in the living room, where you proceeded to plop on the couch. Turning on the TV you noticed Michael standing in the hallway. He went to the kitchen and grabbed you a glass of cold water. Happily you took it and drank sips as you both watched the tv. On it was some older cartoon, it was entertaining enough that you didn’t want to change the channel yet. 

The large murderer gestured to you as if asking how you were feeling. “I’m okay for the most part, just a lot of pain. It’ll take a little time for me to fully bounce back. Thank you by the way for saving my life.” You responded. Saving lives was something so foreign to the shape and hearing that made his skin crawl. He didn’t want you dying but he’s also supposed to be a cold hearted killer that doesn’t save lives. 

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Quiet Nights Part 14

After the group left Michael stalked them. He noticed the girl becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He smirked under his mask knowing that he hadn’t lost his skills. His knife in his hand itching for fresh blood. He could feel the humanity draining as the mask took over. The blonde man was giddy as they headed in the direction of where the body was found. Jake looked the most cocky out of the three as if he thought that even if they ran into The Michael Myers that he’d be able to handle the monster in human skin. He continued to stalk them waiting for a good moment to strike. 

Unbeknownst to the killer, his human had been walking over to the sewer room after their shift to try and cool off after dealing with another fangirl tourist. They walked in thinking that Michael had either returned home or had still been stalking and therefore knew where they were. The man wasn’t there but that didn’t bother you much. You decided to sit and relax in the room that you had originally found the killer in. Smiling at the memories the two of you had in the space. 

The group of three had stupidly split up to look for any clues as to where the killer may be. Michael couldn’t have asked for a better group to start on. He first picked off the Blonde man by grabbing his throat and lifting the man off the ground. The man struggled but couldn’t scream or call for help. His hands clawed at the killers arm, fear flooding his face as he noticed the shining knife in Michaels hand. In quick swift movements The Shape stabbed the man's chest and stomach repeatedly. Blood pooled on the ground as the humans arms went limp. Michael threw the now very dead body against a tree with a satisfying thump. 

A bloodcurdling scream came from behind the killer. He turned in a heartbeat to see the woman standing in shock and fear. “Y..you killed him..” She managed to say before running away. She didn’t know these woods though and soon she was very lost. Michael kept his normal brisk pace and soon saw her tumble down a hill that led to a dry creek bed. He picked up the disoriented girl and for a moment bathed in the fear that radiated off of her. “I’m sorry, let us go. We shouldn’t have come here.” She whimpered out right before Michael impaled her on a nearby thick broken tree branch. She sputtered and gurgled out blood as she slowly and painfully died. Eventually her head went limp. Only then did Micahel turn his focus to the final survivor. 

His years of practice and his mask helped him hear more sharply and track almost expertly. The killer caught up to Jake easily and got two good stabs in before the man managed to run away. Luckily for The Shape his victim was running straight to the sewer room. He didn’t feel a need to hurry knowing he’d be trapped in that room. If only he had taken into account that he wasn’t the only one that spent time in that gross little room. 

Hearing noise coming from the entrance you called out with a smile “Oh Michael you must be off your game, I’ve been here for half an hour.” They froze as a voice responded. “Michael?? You know the fucking monster that just killed my friends?!” The familiar voice yelled. Fuck was all you could think, you were currently like a rat in a cage, stuck. The bleeding form of the man named Jake came into view. It was clear he had already come into contact with the infamous Shape of haddonfield. You feigned calmness “I see you found what you were looking for. Was he all you hoped for and more?” You even managed a smirk. “He’s a fucking monster and so are you!” He yelled as he ran at you. He managed to punch you square in the jaw nearling breaking it. This human was no joke, he had muscle. He continued beating on you as you tried to dodge and weave. Their face and body hurt and bled more than they’d like. Finally you pushed him off hard enough that his head hit a cement wall. He had to take a second to shake the blur from his vision. 

In this moment you smiled brightly through the pain and even laughed out loud. “The fuck are you laughing at whore. I’m going to kill you and then that monster” Jake yelled angrily. “Don’t call him a monster fuck face” You said holding your side. The Killer had shown up and was beyond pissed off. He slammed the mans face into the cement wall repeatedly and then dragged his face across the entirety of it leaving a bloody smear behind. Jake screamed out in pain but didn’t have any time to recover as the sickening crack of his arms could be heard. Michael then cracked his ribs one by one wanting to draw out the pain. (Y/n) grabbed the small knife they kept in their bag at all times and stabbed Jake in the thighs and abdomen over and over. Warm blood flowed over their hands and splattered onto the ground but they couldn’t care less. Michael was slightly surprised at his humans actions but didn’t think too much of it. Moments later the killer dropped the man to the ground, letting him drown in a shallow puddle of sewer water that was on the uneven floor of the room.  

You looked up at Michael with a smile right before you passed out from the injuries. The stone cold killer picked you up and brought you home to rest. 

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Woods Part 2 (Jesse Cromeans x reader)

You groaned loudly and ran to the cliff edge. You grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up. You weren’t strong enough though. In his other hand was his mask. In the chaos of falling it had fallen off. You took notice of his face, It looked like he had been through hell. “Give me the mask!” You yelled at him. He shook his head. “Give it now or you’re going to fall and die.” Finally he handed it to you. In that moment (Y/n) threw it behind her safely on solid ground. She could finally grab his other hand and somehow found the strength to pull the massive man up. The two fell backwards, for a moment they laid there breathing heavily. Jesse was on top of (y/n), it took a few moments for the two to realize the position they were in. Once they realized, (y/n) pushed Jesse off and got up. She brushed herself off and looked over to find the man trying to find something. “It’s over by that tree” You said pointing to the mask that had landed at the base of a large tree. Chromeskull picked it up and tried to put it back on but it wasn’t sticking very well. He grunted in annoyance and faced away from you. 

“I’ve already seen your face. It’s okay.” You could tell he was uncomfortable with his looks and maybe even hated it. “I think you look good actually.” At this he rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Don’t lie to me piggy” the phone said. Now you were a little annoyed, you crossed your arms and stood in front of him. “I wasn’t lying. You are handsome and if you say you’re not one more time I’ll slap you.” You said sternly. He was taken aback, he was sure that he was hideous. Maybe this woman is just crazy, He thought. 

“Can you call for help on that phone?” (y/n) asked. He shook his head. “No Signal, since someone decided to run so deep into a forest.” The phone replied. “My fault? I think not. Someone decided to kidnap me and then put me in the woods to run for my life.” you retorted. He only shrugged in response. “So we are stuck out here with no way back to civilization?” You asked. “My company will come searching for me when I don’t check in tonight.” The phone said. “Until then we need to find water and shelter. It’s starting to look like rain.” You said as you walked off further into the woods. He followed, curious as to what you had planned.  

Soon you had started to make a simple shelter and oddly enough he helped. The silence was awkward as you two made a shelter just big enough for the two of you to sit in. Not long after that it began to rain. “Sooo Do you have a partner?” You asked not wanting to sit in silence anymore. “Used to” said the phone. “Oof divorce is tough my guy.” You replied. “She died” the phone replied for him. Now you felt bad. “Oh I’m sorry. I uh didn’t know.” You said sadly. The silence that followed was so much worse than it had been earlier. The two of you sat there watching the rain fall. You couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid it was to ask about his loved ones. Then a thought popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. 

“Why aren’t you trying to kill me now… It would be so easy to do that now.” you asked. He took a moment to think before typing in his answer “You saved my life and might need you for food.” Your (e/c) eyes widened “Hold up you are not eating me. I wouldn’t taste good anyway.” He raised a non-existent eyebrow at your outburst. “I’m not a cannibal” is all the phone said. 

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Quiet Nights Part 13 (Michael x GNreader)

The morning started as normal as any morning could. You woke up and got dressed before making breakfast and some coffee for the man that had taken up residency in the second room. Yawning they placed it on a hallway table right outside his room before knocking. “Hey breakfast is on the table outside your door. I have to get to work.” They called out before grabbing their keys and leaving the apartment. 

Their first job this morning was at a small local cafe, most of the customers at this hour were locals who came by often with the odd tourist passing through. As you put on the apron that held your pad of paper you heard one of your favorite locals, Mel, say goodmorning to you while sitting at his normal booth. “Hey Mel, any new progress on that old truck of yours?” You asked. It had become an inside joke with the two of you that the older man would never actually finish fixing up the truck he had been working on for the past couple years. The man chuckled and then asked for his usually, black coffee and eggs. He didn’t have to actually say anything because you had it already written down. 

Turning to a couple faces you had never seen you decided they must be tourists here to investigate the notorious Shape of Haddonfield. The girl of the group was thin and had black hair, her eyes were a mocha brown. She was pretty, you had to say. The two men sitting across from her looked to be similar in age to the woman, one was blonde and the other a dirty blonde. You held back an eye roll as the girl opened her mouth. “Do you have any insider details about the Shape of Haddonfield?” Of course they were fangirls of the killers. These people really didn’t give a shit that people had been killed and that a man had been horribly maimed by the so called mental health system. “No I don’t. What would you all like to eat and drink this morning?” You responded, catching Mel’s sympathetic gaze out of your peripheral vision. He knew you hated putting up with the fans, especially since he was one of the few people that knew about your rocky history with murder and mental health. 

The blonde man rolled his eyes and muttered something rude under his breath. “Don’t mind him. Uh I’ll have the egg and pancake breakfast” The dirty blonde male smiled kindly before harshey nudging the man next to him. “I guess I’ll take medium coffee with pancakes and bacon.” You nodded writing it down and then gave your best customer service smile turned to the girl. “And for you miss?” You asked. “Tea with grilled cheese please.” She said. Writing down the rest of the orders you nodded and walked to the kitchen. You nearly tripped over air when you noticed a glimpse of the navy blue boiler suit that your roommate wore. The fuck is he doing out, you thought. You gave the tickets to the kitchen staff and tried to ignore the fact that you were definitely being stalked. 

“Those kids are going to get themselves hurt or worse trying to catch a look at that monster.” Mel said as you set his food down. “I don’t know if I’d call him a monster” You said softly under your breath. “Broken maybe but not a monster” The graying man smiled at your words, he was always happy to see the optimism you held for those that had been treated badly. When your parents died Mel had been one of the people to really help you out. For years after you were in and out of institutions for multiple reasons. The older man and his now late wife had taken you in since they lived next door at the time. Technically you still had the home under your name but refused to go back due to the painful memories. Mel smiled gently and patted your hand. “Never change hun” He said before you turned back to the kitchen to get your next table orders. 

Setting down the drinks at the table of twenty somethings you overheard something you really didn’t want to hear. “I bet that body found like a month ago was him.” The girl halfway whispered. “I know he’s still out there but like wouldn’t that be stupid after the last time he came out from hiding?” The blonde replied. Keeping an ear on the table you brought them their food, you weren't usually the most attentive waiter but this morning you would. You needed to make sure they weren’t catching on to anything too concrete. What they didn’t notice was the dirty blonde eyeing you as you left the table. 

It had been about an hour and Mel was about to head out for his morning walk to his wife's grave. “Say hi for me” You called after him as he left “Always do” He answered. They then turned to the few other booths that they had to take care of and offered more drinks to each of them. The dirty blonde stopped them and asked for a refill of water before you could turn to get the water pitcher he added “Oh and my name’s Jake.” His smirk made you roll your eyes. You quickly filled his water and walked away.

In the distance hidden behind some bushes a masked killer watched the way the man eyed you like a piece of meat. He didn’t like it, a predator recognized another predator easily. He knew he had a gut instinct to follow you today. He continued to watch your uncomfortable movements under the gaze of the man. The whole group gave him bad vibes and that’s coming from a stone cold killer. 

Inside the diner the trio was finishing up their food and paid their bill. You said a friendly goodbye as any server worth their salt could give and took not that they had been talking about the area around the body that had been found. You almost smiled at the idea of those creeps finding exactly what they were looking for. 

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Run Rabbit (HTC OC's x Baby, Otis, Spaulding)

AN once in the HOTC world it will take place about 10 years before the first movie.

Blair pov

I sat on our black leather couch. I’m pretty sure Graves found it next to some apartment dumpster and it was partially held together by brightly colored duct tape. My closest friends and roommates were sitting with me, April on the couch and Graves in a stolen bean bag chair right next to the couch. We were watching our favorite movie, House of 1000 Corpses with the sequel being second favorite. As a group we probably watched it once every other week. 

Normal POV.

  April Locke was a short, maybe five feet two inches, yet busty woman somewhere in her mid thirties, bright cerulean eyes were complimented by pale skin and deep black hair that was more often than not dyed to match her eyes. Her hair easily reached her waist even when tied back in her signature high ponytail that fell into four smaller ponytails.She worked as a makeup artist and stripper to make ends meet. She was the oldest of the oddball group.

 Graves Cassidy was a tall man maybe six feet two inches, nineteen years old, his hair was long especially for a man reaching his chest and was a very dirty blonde nearly brunette color. His body was fairly lean yet had some toned definition. He too was fairly pale from mostly being at work at night and asleep in the day. His job was a drug dealer and occasionally a thief. Graves was good at his job and paid for two thirds of the rent for the trio. 

Blair Crowley was five feet seven inches and had a slim build and was also very very pale. She had been athletic most of her life, she had become athletic in an unusual way for a child though. Her favorite way to get fit was knife and fencing classes along with bootcamps. She was twenty eight years old. Blair had a lack of empathy and emotion towards most of humanity except those she held dear. Due to her lack of emotion she found comfort in her work as a mortician. Her hobby was currently taxidermy, since to her it was an extension of mortician things.  

The trio were the black sheep of their families and outcasts of society. Their found family was much stronger than any blood relations they had. Their apartment was a three bed two bath apartment with a good sized kitchen and living room. The furnishings consisted of 90% stolen or dumpster finds and 10% bought items. At the beginning they didn’t have much money and so made due with what they could do. Dumpster finds were always fun group projects since they would clean it and then refurbish it to their liking. The entire apartment was far from “normal” and that’s how they liked it. 

“I don’t really care what anyone thinks when I say Captain Spaulding is one sexy mother fucker” April said passing the popcorn bowl to Graves. The other two gave the short woman a playful look of disgust. It was well known in the group that April loved Spaulding for god knows why. “Mmm no he isn’t you just have a thing for clowns” April spoke up. Graves leaned his head to look at the girls and chimed in “Says the one who likes the albino rat man.” His voice was deep and smooth. In retaliation she threw a cookie at the man's head. “I like his mind, '' Blair said softly. “No cookie warfare and suuuure it's for his mind.” April said with a smile poking her friend. 

When the movie ended Graves stood up and stretched. “Well lovelies I have to get to work.” He said as he walked to grab his dusty trenchcoat. “Work is an interesting word choice.” Blair called over to him. April added  “could you grab some milk and icecream on your way home?” The tall man huffed in slight annoyance. “I do believe I’m paying most of the rent. You can get off your butt and get groceries.” He said before slipping out the door into the night. The girls both had early mornings so they decided to turn in for the night. 

In the morning Blair woke up at 5:30 am, she walked out of her room to see Graves asleep on the couch with an empty beer bottle in his hand. She smiled and took the bottle so he wouldn’t break it. He was one of the few people on the planet that could make her smile a genuine smile. As she left for her morning run she threw the bottle into the dumpster behind their building. Blair was home by 6:20 am where a groggy April had made herself and Blair morning coffee and tea. The two had breakfast together as they did most mornings. Blair and April both left for work at the same time and walked to the nearby bus stop. April would be home by noon and then do a shift at the strip club in the evening. Blair worked almost every day from eight am to seven thirty pm.  Once all home they would sit down to have dinner or in Graves case breakfast. During this time they would catch up on what had happened throughout the night and day. It was like a ritual for the trio. 

On that Friday night they had decided to watch House of 1000 corpses for the millionth time. It went by as usual with drinks and popcorn being passed around. Once the credits rolled there was a loud crack and then static. This earned obscenities to be yelled by the group. Before they could wrap their heads around what was happening the world went black. 

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A Jack In The Box Part 5

He had no idea when he had fallen asleep but when he woke up to the sun shining in through the window he noticed that the blankets were on him now. They hadn’t been when he fell asleep, had someone placed them on him in the nighttime? If so, who had done it? The clown stretched before snuggling deeper into the blankets. It had been way too long since he had been allowed to sleep in a real bed. He closed his eyes for a few moments before the small form of a child fell on top of him. This startled him for a moment, thinking that maybe he had slipped back into a night terror. Luckily it was only his new child. 

She had fallen out of her bed and onto the extra bed. Somehow she was still asleep and snuggled into his side. At first he wanted to push her away in disgust but when he saw how peaceful she looked he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. So instead the killer clown gently wrapped his clawed hand around her, being extra careful to not harm her in any way. This girl seemed different, he wasn’t scary to her. Most kids would be scared when a creepy clown with claws popped out of a box. The young child stirred as she slowly woke up. Her sleepy eyes looked up at her friend. In one swift movement she hopped up and happily exclaimed “Pannacakes!” At this point Jack realized that the smell of breakfast was wafting into the room. It smelled good but it’s not like he could just waltz in and eat them as an invisible monster. “You should go eat kiddo! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” LJ said with a smile. Her smile dropped and she looked down at him. “Don’t you need food too?” She asked with a hint of worry behind her voice. “Oh, I’m not very hungry kiddo I’ll be okay.” He replied lying, he was very hungry. Turns out being stuck in a box for years without anything to eat really causes you to be super hungry. Jack watched the child run out of the room to her mother. 

“Is your new friend here?” (y/n) asked as she set a plate of warm pancakes down on the wooden table that (C/N) was sitting at. The child thought for a second before saying “No he said he not hungry.” At this the mother set aside some of the batter and sat down with her own plate of pancakes. “How is he settling in?” (Y/n) asked. “Good, he tall mama an he sad a lot but he smile.” The child responded “You seen him too?” (C/N) asked in return. Her mom nodded “Yes I have. He doesn’t know that yet though so don’t tell him. I want him to feel at home more. I think he’s done bad things but that doesn’t always make someone bad. Always remember those who smile the brightest often hold the darkest pasts.” 

The child swung her feet as she finished her breakfast. “Can I go back to see him again?” She asked. “Wait just a few minutes. I’m going to make him fresh pancakes so you can bring him something to eat.” (Y/n) responded, putting their dirty dishes in the sink and turning the burner back on. She made six pancakes assuming he eats a lot since he’s so tall. Stacking them on the plate she gave her daughter the plate along with the bottle of maple syrup and utensils. Her child waddled back to the room determined to carry all of it on her own. She made it and nudged the door open. 

Once inside she set all the things on her play table. Jack watched her curiously. “Is that seconds kiddo?” He asked. “No, mama made them for you since you lied about no being hungry.” The kid said pulling out a chair for the clown. He had to get over his shock to sit down and eat. The pancakes nearly melted in his mouth, they were still warm. Oh how he had missed food. The killer clown thought that he could get used to this for a while. 

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Quiet Nights Part 12

The entire day you couldn’t help but steal glances at the infamous killer. His arms were toned and you could see the muscle beneath the shirt. You couldn’t stop the thoughts of how handsome he looked, especially now that he was clean. You didn’t know it but he could sense your staring, his senses were higher than most people. The man decided to mess with you and looked at you catching your staring. This made you blush and look away back to the book in your hands. He smirked beneath the mask at your reaction. 

He knew he was much older than his human and didn’t quite understand your fascination with him. He is a killer with very little emotion after all. Maybe you were just curious about one of the most infamous killers he thought. Many people had wanted to do case studies on the nearly mute killer. He just refused each time, he hated those people that treated him like he was a lab rat. They always wanted to take his mask, he would kill anyone that dared try to take his precious mask. He found himself lost in thought about his past in the psychiatric wards. 

You noticed that his muscles tensed and that he seemed to be staring at nothing. This worried you and so you walked over and tapped his shoulder gently wanting to pull him out of whatever flashbacks he was in. He shot up like a rocket and tightly grabbed the wrist of the hand that you tapped him with. He twisted it in a painful way still slightly lost in the flashbacks to being nothing more than a lab rat for dr. Loomis. They bit back a painful cry and looked up at him. “You’re safe Michael. I would never hurt you, please let go.” You said trying not to show the pain in your voice. 

He dropped your wrist and stepped back trying to steady his breathing. Michael didn’t mean to hurt you, he had been so lost in the memories that he thought you were dr. Loomis for a moment and so reacted accordingly. He cursed to himself in his thoughts, this was the second time he hurt you badly. The killer knew that your wrist would bruise heavily and possibly be sprained. They didn’t blame him and tried to reassure him that it was all okay since it was an accident. They understood the ptsd that the man in front of them had. Most psychiatric hospitals don’t actually help patients, and those that had committed horrible crimes like The Shape were treated with disgust often. The workers couldn’t wrap their minds around what trauma could cause someone to commit murder. You on the other hand could. 

It was close enough to dinner time that you decided it was time to cook up something. “Everything is okay. I’m going to make us dinner” You told him. He nodded in return. Once in the kitchen you started cooking chicken with butter and herbs like rosemary. Every now and then you had to hold back a wince of pain from your now bruised wrist. You didn’t want him to see you being hurt. You gave him his plate and he quickly removed himself to his room. You wanted to know what your friend looked like under that mask but wouldn’t betray that trust you had built. He stayed the rest of the night in his room and before you turned in for the night you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that this was the calm before the inevitable storm.

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Quiet Nights Chapter 11

The day had finally arrived and boy were you happy to have your dear friend at your place. He knew the route and had told you in his own way that he would head over around noon. The anxiety of his first time out in months was rising as the minutes ticked by. It was twelve thirty in the afternoon and you paced around the apartment. You had given him a key to the apartment a few days before. You had wanted to go with him but he insisted that he go alone since you would be a risk. While pacing you switched back and forth from staring at the clock and the front door. 

Michael took a deep breath as he looked at the entrance to the sewer. He wasn’t overly confident of his skills at the moment. He knew he’d be fine but it had been a while since he had gone out for so long. Finally he left the sewer room, the sunlight hit his mask. A grin formed under the old battered mask. He moved silently through the wooded path that he had planned out. For such a large man he could move as quietly as a mouse. The killer watched as people passed by without noticing him. It boosted his confidence and at that point he knew that he would be fine. Michael did have to stop in order to wait for an opening to cross a road. It wasn’t too busy but he also needed to move as seamlessly as possible. 

By twelve forty he had reached the apartment. He looked up at the building. Two twenty one was the number of his human's place. They had been right that the entrance faced away from the populated area and had a nice view of the woods. He pulled out the key and opened the door slowly. You jumped and hugged him without thinking. “Oh you’re okay! I was so worried” You said, hugging the mountain of a man. His hands were up, He didn’t like hugs that weren’t expected, it sent his instincts into defensive mode. He had to keep himself from instinctively hurting you. A moment later you realized what you were doing and let go with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry. I forgot.” You said looking down a little worried about your friend. He patted your head and turned to the small hallway that held a door on either wall of it. One door had a sign with your name painted on it and the other was a plain white door. 

He walked to the plain door and opened it. Inside was a simple bed, desk, and closet. It was reminding him of the mental hospital a little too much with the white walls and bare basics. “I know its boring, I have some stuff coming in to make it better.” You let him know as you walked up behind him. He nodded in response. 

It was at this point that you realized that he hadn’t changed or showered in months. In short he stunk like a skunk. You had bought him multiple colors of wife beater shirts and sweatpants. Walking over to the closet you couldn’t help but tell him what you thought. “You stink and your clothes are nasty.” You then shoved a (f/c) shirt and gray sweatpants at him. “The shower is that door at the end of the hall. There are towels in there and stuff.” He took the clothes and silently walked away to the bathroom. They knew they had probably offended him but you really couldn’t stand the smell. The human would have to wash his clothes many times before the smell was completely out. 

In the shower Michael had taken his mask off, it was the first time he had had a shower in close to a year. The warm water fell down his body and he sighed at the relief it gave him. Michael just stood there for a while letting the hot water hit his face. He scrubbed the dirt and grime off of him, finally feeling clean. He turned the shower off and stepped out feeling the colder air hit him, it was nice in a way. He even cleaned his mask up a little, just wanting to get the sewer smell off of it since he had to wear it on a daily basis. The man then put the mask back on and the clothes his human had given him. The fact that they bought him clothes and food warmed his stone cold heart a little. He didn’t fully understand what that feeling was, that tingling in his chest when you did nice things for him. 

He pushed the thoughts of what it could be out of his head and walked to you giving the very dirty clothes. He had never done laundry so he was hoping you would do it for him. He really had almost no skills besides killing and driving. Of course you were more than happy to take care of the killers needs. You smiled brightly and blushed seeing him in the clothes you had bought him. “I’m so happy that you’re living with me”

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[slasherbish]

A Jack in the Box Chapter 4

While the clown stood stunned at the child in front of him, (c/n) had picked up her coloring books and outstretched one to him. He put a smile back on his face and took the coloring book. He then sat down next to her and opened the book. It was like any other childrens coloring book and the girl had done a fairly good job of staying inside the lines. Jacks mind quickly clouded with murderous thoughts from the nightmare he had. The snapping of the colored pencil in his hand broke him out of the thoughts. His silvery eyes looked up to see the girl looking at him with wide eyes. He faked a wide smile once again “Woopsies I didn’t mean to break it” he said, preparing for her to be very upset. 

“It’s okay it only a pencil” She replied. The clown was a little confused, many children get upset when someone breaks their possessions but not this kid, or maybe she just hides it well. At that moment there was a small knock on the door. An adult womans voice rang out “Hun it’s time for bed, I’ll be in in a minute to tuck you in. Don’t forget to say goodnight to all your toys” 

At this the young girl got up and said good night to the toys around the room. She then turned to him and hugged him “Good night You no have to go back in the box. It way too small” 

“Then where would I sleep?” He asked in a silly way to entertain the child. He full heartedly expected her to say the floor or the little chair in the corner of the room. But she didn’t. Instead the young girl struggled to pull out a trundle bed. The clown watched her struggle and giggled a little. The once hidden bed was already made up with sheets and blankets. The girl then threw a pillow onto it from her bed. “You can sleeps here! It is for friends and you a friend so it’s yours now.” She said happily. No one had ever given him a bed, usually he had to sleep and rest in his box or on the floor. “Are you sure kiddo?” He was a little confused at how kind this child was. 

Carefully he lay on the bed, he wouldn’t get under the covers yet since the child's mother hadn’t come in to say goodnight yet. As if he had summoned her (Y/n) knocked and came into the room. Her smile was warm and kind. She couldn’t see him, not yet anyway. “Hey sweetie why is your spare bed out?” She asked. “Thats for my new friend! He came with the little box we got today.” She replied happily. “Oh? Okay. whats his name? And would he like a cup of water for the night too?” The mom asked setting down a princess cup with lid and straw down on the nightstand. The girl looked towards the large clown, he nodded that he would like some water. “His name is Laughing Jack and yes he would like some water mama” The little kid replied. Her mother chuckled and left the room.

She returned a few moments later with a bigger cup with a lid and straw. The woman set it down next to the extra bed. Jack had expected it to be empty but to his surprise it was full of cold ice water. LJ looked back at the woman wondering if this was her playing into her daughters imagination or if she truly knew that some entity was there. 

After a few minutes of (Y/n) tucking in her child she turned to leave the room turning out the lamps and turning on a small night light that made the ceiling come alive with stars. “Goodnight (C/n) and Laughing Jack. Sweet dreams I’ll see you both in the morning.” She said before closing the door. “Nini Jack.” The young girl said before drifting off to sleep. 

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[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 10

You bit your nails while intently looking at the moving people taking things out of your roommates room. The days were counting down and to say you were anxious was an understatement. With each item that was removed your friend was one step closer to moving in. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. Three more days and this person that you barely knew would be out for good. You had already bought a few things from Ikea for the room, mostly a dresser, and a desk. Did you know how to put them together? No. Would you probably tell Michael that since he doesn’t work that he can put them together? Yes. They figured that since he seemed to be fairly crafty that it might be fun for him, like a puzzle.

“Hello earth to (y/n). I was asking you something.” Your roommate waved their hand in front of you trying to get your attention. You shook your head and looked at them “Hm? I wasn’t paying attention.” You told them 

“Yeah I know. I was wondering if you want to adopt Pumpkin Pants. She hates traveling and I thought since she knows you that she would be happy living here.” They explained. “Oh yeah yes of course I can. She’s the prettiest ragdoll cat I’ve ever seen.” You replied happily looking at the orange and black fluffy cat sunbathing on the couch. You hoped to whatever entities were out there that Michael would like the cat and not eat the cat. You knew very well that he had eaten rats and dogs before. “Thank you so much for keeping her. I’ll leave all her stuff with you.” They gave you a small hug and went back to directing the moving men. 

Back in the man cave the infamous killer sat reading the newspaper that his human had brought him. He felt the need to keep up with what was happening in the outside world in order to better sneak his way from place to place. He had already been planning out how he would make his way over to the apartment without being seen. The man also wondered what an apartment was like to live in. In all honesty the killer had only ever lived in his childhood home and psychiatric hospitals. Neither were very happy places. A feeling that he recognized as anxiety had bubbled up. His childhood hadn’t been happy and he could still hear the screams of others in the hospitals. 

Nights were filled with terror. Even as a child he had been put in with much older much worse offenders. He had killed his sister and he knew that. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t change the past. He brought her home whenever he could on halloween. Without realizing it he had ripped the newspaper in half. Michael huffed and threw it on the ground. The man had a difficult time with those memories. Laying down on a bed of blankets that his human had given him he decided to try to sleep away the anxiety of living in such a mundane place soon. 

At the apartment your roommate had gone out for the night. You looked at the nearly empty room and heard the small meow. Turning they picked up the fluffy cat and petted her head gently. “In less than a week you get to see your new daddy…” You said and caught yourself. Why had you said that? It had to be just trying to baby talk to the cat right? He was just a friend, yeah a friend and that’s it. You thought.

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A Jack In the Box chapter 3

The world was dark, barely any light to illuminate his surroundings. The laugh of Jacks original owner echoed around the music box. He covered his ears. LJ hated the man, he had abandoned him, that man let his colors disappear, he turned him into the twisted sadistic monster Laughing Jack had become.  The clown let out a frustrated scream. 

Then the children's begging started. All of the souls he had murdered begging him to not kill them and asking him why. This made him angry, he believed they deserved it for being spoiled brats that blamed things on others. He lashed out at the tiny beings, slashing their bodies to ribbons. He began to laugh a maniacal laugh. It was dark as his lips curled into a sadistic smile, his eyes full of sick glee. The blood splattered on his clothes and claws. The voices one by one fell silent. 

Once the last child had been slaughtered he slumped to the ground laughing. He held his head in his hand. He had killed every last one of them. The voice of his original owner, isaac, rang out “You’re a killer just like me.” Laughing Jack shook his head but the voice continued “You’re just as sadistic as me, you can’t escape that. So enjoy it, enjoy the blood that coats your clothes and hands.” 

Laughing Jack looked up into the darkness “Fuck you Isaac!” He hated that man but he couldn’t escape him. Everything went silent. He sat in the dark silence alone. He was always alone. Quietly the haunting tune of Pop Goes The Weasel played slowly. 

Suddenly Jack woke up from his nightmare. He was still in his little box but the outside world was much darker and his music was playing. The child was going to open the music box. It was finally show time for Jack. As the song came to an end the top popped open. He showed up at his full height behind the kid. She seemed confused, tilting her head to the side a little. “Hmm I wonder where he is” She pondered while looking into the now empty box. 

With a wide fake smile he spoke up “I’m right behind you kiddo!” The girl jumped, obviously startled and turned around. She had to look up. At first her eyes were wide with surprise and wonder. “You’re tall” She said. “What are you?” (c/n) asked. LJ didn’t skip a beat, he giggled and replied with a joyful “I’m your very own imaginary friend!” At this the girl giggled too. “You shouldn't lie, it's not polite.” She said. This made Jacks smile falter. How did she know, she’s just a child. 

He thought that maybe scaring the child in front of him would be funny at this point. So spread his claws and became very close to the child's face. Using a much darker voice he said “You’re right. I’m a demon and I’m going to eat you” The killer clown was expecting the girl to run away screaming but instead she did something that stunned him. She giggled and booped his long pointed nose with her finger. Again his smile dropped along with his arms. “There’s something wrong with you” He mumbled. 

  “You’re still lying silly” She said, smiling up at him. “Am not” the clown pouted, crossing his arms with a huff. “Yes you are, I think an angel made you” She said with an insistent tone. “If that were true then I’d be nice” He retorted. “Not all angels are nice” The girl shot back. The clown didn’t have another thing to say. She was right, an angel had made him, but in his mind he wasn’t made well. He couldn’t understand how this child he had never met knew that and why she was so quick witted. The clown stood staring at the odd child. “Mama says some angels are meanies” She said 

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[slasherbish]

No story updates this week I'm Sorry

Hey everyone I won't be updating this week. Over the weekend I had both a friend and my beloved dog pass away and I'm still trying to process all of that. And I also recently found out that my favorite professor is terminally ill and that too has been a major blow to my mental health. I'm hoping to have more chapters by next week. I'm sorry for the delay.

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A Jack in the Box Part 2

The ember of hope turned into a roaring fire of joy as the woman picked up the box and brought it over to the register to be bought. He would finally, after three years of sitting on that shelf, be able to get out. He was jumping for joy in his prison. 

“Hi, we would like this please.” She told the clerk. He looked at her with a quirked eyebrow. “You want that dusty old toy? I’m not even sure if it works” He said. Jack froze, no no no please don’t put me back, he said even though no one could hear him. His silvery gray eyes switched from the woman to the clerk as his heart raced in panic. He could almost feel the cold water that had been dumped on the fire of hope and joy in his chest. 

“I want him, even broken things should have homes” The small child spoke up, crossing her little arms. This both caught Jack off guard but also made him smile. (y/n) smiled at her child “You heard the girl, ring it up” She told the clerk. The clerk sighed and rang up the box. Once paid for the woman gave the toy to her child with the warning to be careful. Happily the child held the toy to her chest and whispered “I’ll take very good care of you” 

The entire ride home the child held her new toy. Jack couldn’t wait to make his first big appearance tonight when the child opened his box. He hoped his skills weren’t rusty after all this time. While he didn’t like children all that much he still had to act like her friend until she pissed him off enough to kill her in some theatrical way. He was almost giddy at the thought. 

The car stopped outside of a modest smaller home. Both humans hopped out of the car and walked inside, the smaller human still held onto the toy protectively. Once inside Jack saw that antiques were a common thing in this home. “Alright kiddo go put him in your room. Make sure he isn’t too close to the edge of the shelf please.” (y/n) told her child. With that the child ran off to her room which had many older vintage and antique dolls and toys, from porcelain dolls to an old wood rocking horse, this child clearly loved toys that had a long life. She gently placed him on a shelf that was low enough for easy access for her. To the right of him was what looked like a handmade old teddy bear and to the left an ornate music box that sat open. The music box looked very fragile and the monochrome clown wondered how it was still intact being in a child's room. 

His attention was drawn to the child who sat on her bed with an older children's book, her dress covering her legs and her little feet swung back and forth. He was perplexed by this child. She couldn’t have been older than seven or eight and yet understood the fragility of things. It was something new for him. (C/n) had been raised to care about objects and she had a love of antiques from a very young age. It was common for her to treat them as if they were their own people. Because of this she took impeccable care of her belongings. 

“(C/n) come on it’s dinner time” (Y/n) called and with that the child ran to the kitchen.

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