The Origin of Laughing Jack (My Version)

Chapter 2: The Music Strings

A/N: I hope you're all enjoying the story so far. The prologue and first chapter were written on either my phone or tablet. The rest will now be typed on my PC and MacBook as well. Mainly just whatever device I use. Well, here's chapter two. Enjoy!

"It's been a few days now." a slender figure with a mask-face wearing a black suit and hat with multi-colored polka dots all over whispered.

Jason the Toymaker sighs. "I know." he said grimly. "He still hasn't gotten over what had happened to Isaac."

The slender figure and Jason are inside the toyshop. Jason used his own magic to bring the box and Laughing Jack back to his toyshop instead of ending up at the toy store Mrs. Grossman had in mind for donating the colorful box. It was a good thing Laughing Jack reported back on time.

Ever since that day happened, Laughing Jack stayed in his brand new room that Jason and his live toys the toymaker uses for his orchestras made for him. Basically like an 80s synthwave bedroom with pink lights on. The clownman laid in bed without moving. Instead of wearing his clown outfit, he wore a magenta hoodie with the hood up on his head, blue jeans and white socks. Laughing Jack sighed sadly. He never forgot what he did to that cat that day. He never forgot about the fact that Isaac is being sent to boarding school and will never get to see him again. All this happened because it was ALL HIS FAULT!

Laughing Jack just grumbled out of frustration at himself, grabbed one of his pillows and screamed in anger into it.

It sounded muffled on the other side, but both Jason and the figure were certain they heard that angered scream. They were about to check on him again to see how he's doing. Laughing Jack felt upset when he contacted Jason about what happened to Isaac and he feared he was going to get punished or worse; fired.

"You know," the figure piped up again. "we should tell him the truth about us. About the strings."

Jason sighed. "I don't know about this Splendorman. It may seem risky. I don't know if he's ready. How would the other pastas feel about a sixth member? We just recruited a fifth pasta before sending her off to her first child to befriend. I don't he should come across your brother. Telling Jack would spell danger."

"Well I don't think so about the danger." the figure named Splendorman chimed in. "If she was able to figure out how her string works and play it wisely, then maybe Jack could figure out how that yellow string works no problem. We could just teach him. He'll learn."

Jason sighed again, then looked at the closed bedroom door again. "Perhaps. We can discuss this in the morning. Jack may still need more time, and also it's late. I'll walk you out." he mumbled before he and Splendorman walked away.

Inside the bedroom the colourful clown man is staying in, Laughing Jack is laying on his bed staring at the window. Jack tends to lie down on his left side, and he's even a side sleeper. He felt more comfortable that way. Even though Jack is still colourful, he felt depressed. He stared at his hands again, remembering that one sin he committed; killing that cat. The blood on his hands.

He could've even said something to Isaac before this incident could happen, but he didn't. Why didn't he? Why didn't he just tell Isaac to let the cat go?

"WHY DIDN'T I SAY ANYTHING?!" Laughing Jack screamed at himself. At this point, it seemed he could care less if anyone in the toyshop heard him or if he even scared them.

After that outburst, Laughing Jack started to weep until he started crying until he was full-fledged sobbing. Some time later in the night when all the toy store lights are turned off, the multicoloured clown man sobbed himself into sleep. Even when sobbing, Jack never thought to turn off his lamp on the nightstand next to his bed.