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Chapter 12

Narrator

"My name is...Laughing Jack" he said as he flashed a cocky grin, showing his sharp and pearly white teeth. Y/N could feel her fear grow within however she tried her best not to show it. She still was not believing him, it was just a story and the fact that he is using this persona to do such vile things; it was just confusing to her.

"You're lying, there is no way..." she said mustering up the courage to speak out at him. His expression dimmed, he was obviously annoyed.

He straightened up and he cleared his throat briefly.
"I appear in your living room and I broke your phone earlier. I have a hidden circus  with dead children, bloody intestines hanging from prize booths. What more do you need?"

He asked as he then began to teleport around her house, she followed him with her gaze while she gasped with each appearance. However he suddenly he appeared in front of her.
"Is this proof enough for you?" 

Y/N gulped and she took a couple of steps back, before she nodded slowly. "I-...Yes I do." she stated as she then looked upstairs for a second. She remembered that she had a gun in her room, but how could she get away from this figure.

"Now that we got that out of the way, you have something that belongs to me." he stated as he looked over at her bag.
It took her a moment to think of what he meant, what could she have something that was his?

"I don't think I do." 
She says as she then faked a yawn.
"Damn well I hate to be that person but I need to wake up early tomorrow, it was...nice. Um anyway bye bye now."

She said as she rapidly ran away from the taller male, she ran up the stairs immediately getting into her bedroom and locking the door.
Rummaging through her drawers, soon finding the gun.

"Fuck I forgot the phone." she stated as she held the gun close, hiding behind her bed.

Laughing Jack's POV

I watched as she had run upstairs, tripping on some steps. It was rather entertaining to watch, no one had run away from me like she has. No one had dared to talk to me like she did either, I somewhat liked it.

I am not worried about her, it's not like she can get away. I walked over to her coffee table and I sat on the sofa, it was rather uncomfortable for my height. I reached into her bag and I grabbed my music box, but I couldn't pick it up.

"What the hell?" I asked myself as I kept trying to pick it up, but something was preventing it. I managed to get it out of the bag but it was too heavy, it pulled me down to the floor; something that caught me off guard.

"Ow, what the-" I stopped for a second and I huffed briefly. The music box has never been this heavy, what could she have done?
I attempted to lift it from the floor, but no matter how hard I tried it would not budge.

I huffed and straightened up, dusting myself off briefly. I felt weak for the first time, I did not appreciate the feeling; I walked over towards the stairs and tilted my head. "Where did you go, little mouse?" I called out.

There was no response which I knew it would be the case, I was not expecting her to answer. I began to walk upstairs and with each step the floor boards creaked, once on the second floor I looked around for a second.