Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 12- Fuck Your Sunshine

A few days later I had finally been released from the hospital and I couldn’t be more relieved, I might take that haunted circus over the hospital any day.

Jack hadn’t come out of his box but I witnessed it every day I was in there the box’s paint growing vibrant color slowly, like an infection covering the box. I had no clue what it was doing to the clown inside.

I had scolded myself. This clown had tried to kill me and now I was worried about him. What I should do is just put this box in the trash and leave it. He wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore. What would be the problem with that?

I stared down at the box in my lap, I sat in the back of mom’s car with it so she wouldn’t see it. I sighed, no matter how many thoughts I have of getting rid of Jack I just have this feeling that I can’t do that to him. Especially in this weird thing happening to him.

As I sat back there staring at it, I hadn’t noticed my mom looking in the rearview mirror looking at me worriedly.

“Uhm… Paris, honey?” she murmurs softly.

I jolt my head up and jump, “Sorry.. were you saying something?”

“No honey, you just don’t look so good.” She says.

I shrug, “I just don’t like needles and I feel a little dizzy, that’s why I sat back here.” I murmur softly looking back at the box again.

“What are you staring at hun?” my mother asks after a few more minutes of suffocating silence.

“A little toy they gave me to feel better, but it’s broken.” I sigh putting the jack in the box on the seat beside me.

“It looks a little old, but I love the colors.” She smiles

I shrug “Yeah.” And close my eyes

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Jack ~~

This was wrecking me. I didn’t know who I was anymore.

I held onto my knees in my cramped box and watched slowly as my box changed into that of happiness, I was turning into something happy rather than morbid and full of horror. I wasn’t Laughing Jack anymore, I was turning back into that stupid rainbow counterpart.

“Stupid? No rainbows are full of happiness and vibrancy!” I giggle out loud at my thoughts and cover my mouth. My claws were gone and I saw the end stripe of my cone nose turning red.

I shuddered. Who was I? Was I still Laughing Jack the cold blooded clown murderer, or Laughing Jack In-a-Box the colorful imaginary friend made to have fun? I shudder again.

Every time one of those horribly happy comments came out of my mouth I turned more and more into my colorful counterpart and… I felt overjoyed?

I didn’t know what I was anymore, I could only wait to find out. What would Paris say?