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Laughing Jack (A RP Audition I Made)

It was almost uncanily quiet in the child's bedroom. The little boy who it belonged to was usually heard whispering quietly to someone his parent's never heard, but tonight? Tonight it was near deafening in how silent he was. His parents looked between each other, a sense of dread creeping over them as his father takes a deep breath and heads upstairs from the livingroom where his wife stays seated to check on his son. Its a pity though that his father didn't even get the chance to creak the door open more than an inch before a pitch black clawed hand wrapped in filthy gause shot out from the darkened bedroom to drag the father into it with a cut off yelp and a solded crunch of something being bitten down on. His poor wife was instantly standing, heart beat rabbiting fearcely in her breast. Oh god. What did she just hear, was all that was circling in her head, unable to see her little boys door from the bottom of the stairs. A startled and scared whimper tumbling from her throat as she goes to grab the landline from its holder. A pitty the cord was cut in two a dead dialtone spilling from the speaker and then an ear pierckng static followed by a unsettling deep then screechy high pitch laughter being heared echoing from both the bedroom and the now dead device in her hand, a absolutely terrified sob spills from her mouth as she turns to the back door of her house, no longer home, yanking it open to see a cloud of balloons slowly floating into the sky and behind them all that is seen is hundreds no thousands of dirty rotten and torn carnival tents and boths and shattered and broken toys and rides with a massive sky scraper like farisse wheel hovering over it all, with dozens and doezens of shattered down spokes and yet it still turned a now honking wheezing laughter spilled from behind her as she turned, terror filled tears welling in her panic wide eyes. A man standing at a stunning feat of 12 feet tall towered over the top of her. A chuckle and honk spills from his lips, black facepaint like markings bleeding around his mouth and eyes a near deranged look on his face as he grins down at her. She new it had been a bad idea to pick up that damn clow doll her son had asked for at the antique fair. She new it would come back to haunt them for now, here it stood, already to real to be frank as it drooled down at her for this was no mortal man. This beast before her? It was that fucking doll that had been sitting of the corner of her baby boys bedroom for months now. "Hiya! Yah know, its rude to run away from a game. It ain't tag yah know." A huzky broken weeze of a voice as if fueled by a shattered speaker spilled from it. Her whimper of terror is all the responce he recieves. "Awe are yah to scared ta say any thin'?" His odd almost archaic accent spills forth once more. "Maybe i shuld teach yah some mannors." He states as he lashes out a bloodied gause covered clawed hand to grab her by the jaw digging into her mouth yanking apart the fleash as a voice not her own spills out of her throat, more akin to a little kid than a grown woman. "I'm sorry, Mr. Laughing Jack. I'll use better maners next time we play. I swear I swear I swear." He cackles as he rips off her bottom jaw, her screams all that is heard from there.