Is it wrong?/Laughing Jack x Reader x Isaac Grossman

Chapter 18: Back home

Arriving to his old home was far from simple, but somehow he managed to sneak in the back of a train, and kept switching trains throughout the whole ride. Constantly staring at the map at the train station, that was hung by a pin on a bill board.

He was completely dazed at the time, thoughts consuming his brain. Something in him felt off....his brain was screaming at him to wake up, but his mind refused.

Eventually the train stopped, this caused the man to check the map once more before heading off the back of the train. After confirming he was at his destination, that's when he sighed in complete relief.

It's been so long since he's walked around..it felt nice after sitting down for so long!

After stretching his legs and arms, he made his way to his old home.

It felt weird to be back..most people feel safe and happy to return home after being away for so long, however Isaac did not. He felt dread slowly sleeping through his body. This almost caused him to back down from his true mission.

But no. He kept going..

After reading various mail boxes, he finally stumbled upon a familiar place...his old home.

Though Isaac noticed something..he didn't have a disguise. How careless he had been.

What great serial killer didn't have their own special mask.

He hastily made his way to a store of some sort, to collect a few items before stopping at his old home to visit his dear mother. Grabbing all sorts of sewing equipment, and many patterns. He left the store without paying, running back to find a place to start working on his mask.

"All right got everything I need to make a mask. Now...uhm..let's just start then.."

After working on this mask for a few hours, he felt proud of his work. Though something didn't feel right about it..it didn't feel like HIM. This wasn't HIS mask...it had to be special, and unique. It had to be HIM. This mask however did not look like it should be his at all...though maybe one day he could try wearing it again..then it might fit him better!

So just like that he stuffed the mask in his pocket, and run off to find a better one.

He recalled a mask that his father kept on display. Though he's never actually met the man, maybe he could be valuable for something....besides, those nuns and students earlier were quite helpful. So why can't his father be?

He calmly made his way to his old room's window. Slowly pulling the window open, careful to not make a sound. His mother did have sensitive hearing after all..

All the times his mother hit him fueled him to move further...his mother would make quite the display.....

The tv that rang out brought him out of his thoughts, where a news report of the murders he caused at the boarding school were displayed on the small television.

"Oh my gosh....." Her voice sounded so broken, how could she raise such a monster..? That was the thought that filled her head.

The man smirked, a sick side of him basking in his own mother's fear.

He's feared her for so long...always worried he'd fuck something up..but now he will be the one in charge. He won't need to be afraid anymore...

"Isn't it neat 'mother'." A gasp was the first thing the woman managed to open her mouth, and use a sound.

He continued.

"You know...things could have been different....if only 'mother' truly did her best at parenting, at being there for her son, then maybe none of this would have happened."

"What are you..."

"Then again probably not. I was always fascinated with serial killers, and the idea of being one brought a sick smile to my face." The woman didn't know what to do, her fate was sealed the moment her son walked in.

"Why...why are you doing this...? I tried to be a good parent..I really did....you just..."

"No mom..! You didn't. Now I'm gonna have to kill you..it shouldn't have been this way...it's honestly a shame it did."

The woman had no room to talk, she knew somewhere deep down that it was her fault. Though she couldn't deny it, she refused to die there.

Especially by the hands of her own son.

"Don't come any closer..! I'll call the police!" The man laughed at her fear-filled voice, this was better that he could have expected.

"What's the police gonna do mom? Send me to jail? I won't be here by the the time they investigate your dead corpse. You'll all ready be a nice little chair, your bones and organs will make the perfect decor'!" He didn't seem to notice the guilt that radiated off of the woman, she truly was sorry, but there was no going back now.

The damage was all ready done.

"Darling....I'm so sorry.."

"Too late." Just like that the man ran towards his mother in an attempt to kill her. She hurried herself to the bathroom, where she locked the door and tried to open the window from the top.

She shakily dialed 911, hoping that the man wouldn't barge in the bathroom.

All those hopes shattered after he rammed the door in, causing the now broken door to fall to the ground.

Her soft crying turned into full on panic.

Her breaths were shaky...but where has Isaac seen this scenario before? Oh, right! His 'imaginary' friends..they felt too real to him.

Now that he looks back at it, it kinda creeps him out, due to how real they felt.

Was he really THAT pathetic...to make up friends to comfort you..?

His thoughts were interrupted by his mother's scream.

"Please...! I'm sorry..!! I'll be a better mom...!" The man only chuckled darkly.

"It's too late for that.."

Upon saying this he brought down his knife to her throat, and stabbed the middle part. He proceeded to drag the knife across her throat, causing her breathing to falter, and for her to choke on her own blood.

And just like that his mother laid dead on the ground.

"Heh..now let's see..where was that mask at?" Isaac cautiously made his way through the house. Only stopping every once in awhile to check for the mask.

Knowing he had a time limit, before someone in his old neighborhood calls the police for domestic disturbance.

'What a pain....'

He kept checking until he found his way into one of the small closets. In the back lay an old, traditional, bird mask.

"AHA! Found you~! Just like how I remembered it.." there in his hands was the white bird looking mask.

It fit him perfectly in his eyes．

"Heh..now I'm set."