Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack -The Sequel (Fan-Made)

Chapter 2 (Reader POV) (COMPLETE)

Vivienne usually didn't mind when Jack knew about what was going on with her, or around her but she felt unease from the situation had wondered how Jack had known about the guy. 

If there's one thing Vivienne can be scared of when it comes to Jack, it's his particular skill of mind reading without even trying to. He always seemed to be very good at reading others. She remembered when Jack asked her if she wanted him to get rid of Ian for good. For all the trouble he caused...

(Flashback)

"Do you want me to make him go away, Sunshine?"

As soon as he said I wanted to melt and give in, he had no idea how nice that sounded.

"You wouldn't have to worry about him anymore you know, I could make It all go away for you Sunshine...."

(Present)

She jolts at the memory, her mind flashing back to when she asked him if he could really make Ian disappear. It had seemed like a joke at the time, but now, now it scares her. What if he wasn't kidding? What if he could...?

No. I'm overreacting. She tries to shake it off, but the unease lingers. She turns to Jack, the man lying beside her. The bubbly gentle giant that was always her support.

Since when he sleeps in? she wonders, her gaze softening as she watches him, so calm, so peaceful. But the questions nag at her, and she's scared. Scared of losing him, of what he's capable of. She knows their connection doesn't seem normal, but he assures her otherwise.

What is going on with them? Why is Jack like this? Why did he come out of that tape? And why is Sunny-Time Show nowhere to be found?

She doesn't have the answers, and the more she thinks, the more uncertain she feels. She wants to understand him, wants to trust him, but the fear remains, she's not sure how to process all of this.

Whenever she asked around, no one seemed to know anything about the Sunny-Time Show. She'd tried searching online, but found nothing, as if the show never existed. The more she looked, the more elusive it became. Frustrated, she finally decided to let it go, convincing herself it wasn't worth the headache. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that when the time was right, she would have to ask Jack about it more directly this time.

Whenever Jack spoke of the show, his voice would soften, a fondness in his eyes as he talked about the kids and how they were so sweet, so kind, how it was the perfect wonderland for children. A safe haven for children. Everything about it sounded idyllic, almost too perfect.

But there was something about the way he described it, something underlying the story, like there was more to it than he was letting on. It wasn't just the show—it was the way he spoke of it when at times he would have a pained look shadow over his face after the fond memory.

She didn't know the answers, not yet. But she was certain of one thing: something was going on with Jack. She could feel it, a storm brewing just beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension that didn't quite match the calm, fun front he would put on. She couldn't place her finger on it, but whatever it was, it made her stomach twist.

The memory of when she'd made him the yogurts, his reaction flashing in her mind. Why had he responded that way so strongly. It wasn't just about the yogurt....it was like it had triggered something in him, something buried deep. And the words he had muttered in fear,

 "You're not that person anymore." 

"Y-your clean now"

What did he mean by that? 

It was obvious now, there was more to Jack than his sweet, bubbly facade. Beneath the kindness, beneath the charm, was something else, something he despised. That thought gnawed at her, the unsettling idea that whatever he'd been through had left scars that were still very much alive from when he was alive at that time. The fact that he didn't talk about...or wouldn't...about everything that had happened to him... it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Something's wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

She wasn't sure what it was yet, but she knew it wasn't as simple as it seemed. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that the truth might be darker than she thought.