The Molly Ending (a fanmade the.mr.jackwalten ending)

Molly the therapist

"Molly? You said you needed something-" Jack entered his youngest's room, honestly worried. Aftet the 'shadow figure' became her 'imaginary friend', she'd began to pull away from him. He knew it had to be him trying to take her away, trying to hurt her like he hurt him. He hadn't, however, expected this.
Sitting before him was his darling daughter, sat happily at the play tea table he'd bought her, all set up for a tea party...and sat beside her, his tormentor...wearing a frilly pink dress with a tiara on top of that wide brimmed hat. Ticky doesn't seem particularly amused by his state, but he's...docile. At least he is for now.
"Molly Avery Walten. What did I tell you about this man?"
"To not trust him..."
"And what did you do?"
"Come play tea with us!"
He sighs, knowing there's no winning unless he plays along. He sits on the floor opposite the clock man, glaring him down but not daring to make any movement lest he upset his little bunny.
"Ticky says you're more upset then you tell us, dad...and you seem upset a lot. Why don't you tell us things?"
"Molly...you-"
"'You wouldn't understand'?" The old west bartender lookin ass interjects.
"No one would."
"That's what you always say. They may know more than you think they do, Walten. Only time will tell...if you let it."
Jack stares at the brightly colored plastic teacup on the miniature table in front of him, weighing his options. He could be honest and risk upsetting her (or worse, awakening her, as he was, to the horror of this cyclical hell)...or he could continue to stay silent, suffering alone and trying to keep it all bottled up as it continues to bubble over, bursting forth and causing him to lash out at those he cares for. He can't win, can he? He really is helpless in all of this...but, why not try something new? Nothing has worked yet...this probably won't.
"Molly, I...don't really know where to begin."
She waits, looking up at him expectantly as if he were about to offer her an ice cream. Ticking User merely watches, tilting his head with an amused smirk.
"I know things I'm not supposed to know. Things about the future. I...think I've lived all of this before. Many times. I want to tell you all what I know. I want to be honest with your mother, with uncle Felix, with you kids...but I've been so scared that if I tell you, you're going to start recognizing it too. You're going to know too." He sighs, unable to look at her as he lets it all out at last. "I know how bad it hurts to know. And I know what is going to happen to you...to Ed, to Rose, to...me."
"What do you mean, dad?"
"We're going to get really hurt...and he" He jabs an accusatory finger at the clock man across from him, "is what keeps pulling me back. Making me do it all over again."
"Oh..." Molly remains quiet for several seconds, thinking. Perhaps it's all those kids shows, but she gets an idea. "Maybe if you can make up, as friends, he won't do it anymore! Right, Ticky?"
The clock eyed figure does not respond, his face falling emotionless as he stares into Molly's hopeful puppy eyes. After a tense moment, he sighs. "It can't hurt to try. If he can play nice, so can I."
"Yay! Thank you!" In her excitement, Molly nearly knocked the play table over. How lucky that there's no actual liquid in the cups or kettle.
It may only be the beginning of the end, but if enemies may bond, perhaps time can heal those wounds.