The door swung open with a resounding crash, and a towering man with a thick beard stormed into the room. Standing at a formidable 6'4, he dwarfed Dylan, who stood at a still-impressive 5'11. With a beer belly leading the way, he exuded an aura of entitlement and aggression. "Oi, you damn brat! How come dinner ain't ready yet?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls as he advanced towards Dylan. In one swift motion, he seized Dylan by the hair, yanking him viciously before slamming him against the wall, his grip unyielding. Despite the violence unfolding before them, Dylan remained steadfast, his expression unwavering. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the enraged man, Laughing Jack stood silently in the corner of the room, a looming figure at 7 feet tall, observing the scene with an eerie calmness.
Dylan recoiled at the stench of alcohol emanating from the bigger man, a wave of nausea washing over him as the man's shouts pierced the air. As his mother rushed into the room, panic etched across her face, Dylan's heart sank.
"Stop it! Leave him alone! It's my fault, he was just-" his mother began, her voice trembling with fear as she pleaded with the man to release Dylan. But before she could finish her sentence, the man swung around, his hand connecting with her face in a vicious slap that sent tears streaming down her cheeks as she desperately tried to shield herself from further blows.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, WOMAN! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN DO YOUR JOB AS A WOMAN, YOU BITCH!" the man roared, his rage boiling over as he unleashed his fury on Dylan's mother. Enraged and filled with adrenaline, Dylan seized his bat and swung it with all his might, connecting squarely with the man's back and sending him stumbling forward into the hallway.
"HIT HER AGAIN, I FUCKING DARE YOU! DO IT AND I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH!" Dylan's voice thundered, his own rage matching that of the man as they engaged in a heated, screaming match that echoed through the house.
The man ended up splitting Dylan's lip open, but not without Dylan giving back as good as he got, busting the man's nose and lip in return. With Dylan's mother sitting on the floor, sobbing in despair, Dylan felt a surge of relief as the man finally stormed out of the house, leaving behind a wake of chaos.
As the tension dissipated, Dylan could finally draw in a breath, his adrenaline-fueled fury subsiding. Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Laughing Jack remained an eerie spectator, silently observing the tumultuous scene unfold.
Authors Note: Hey Hey My little failed abortions, sorry for the short chapter. I hope you're enjoying it so far, if you drop your favorite creepypasta character below :)
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Laughing Jack: How To Put A Jack In The Box Back In The Box (Laughing JackxOC)
Mystery / ThrillerDylan Winters is a 19-year-old young man trapped in the confines of a small town plagued by a series of gruesome child murders. Disturbingly, the parents of the victims all report that their children had spoken of an imaginary friend named Laughing...
