Dylan 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...
Laughing Jack sighs with boredom. How he missed killing and longed to uses his nails to rip open flesh and hear the blood chilling screams from his victims, but due to his current circumstances he was stuck watching Dylan do their daily life. His patience growing shorter by the second. How long was it going to take for Dylan to get rid of the copper? After all they had a deal and Jack was growing bored of Dylan not doing anything. But it's not like he could just kill the damn kid and take his box back, not because he pysically couldn't but because anytime he tried before they always had their guard up even while they were asleep. Dylan always kept some sort of weapon or something to hurt him in reach, even so Dylan didn't even look fun to kill, though the thought of seeing another look on Dylan's face that wasn't well, cold stone and serious did sound appealing, Jack needed his box in tact and at the moment hurting Dylan would put it at risk. With a sigh he lifts his head up looking at Dylan who was typing away at his computer who knows what.
"D-y-I-a-n" Laughing Jack spells Dylan's name in a childish tone as he slithers off the bed to creep towards the white-haired boy "What you doin'?" he hums standing up as he peeks over Dylan's shoulder. They seemed to be writing something again. Jack wasn't a huge fan of reading books and novels. He'd read a bit over Dylan's shoulder occasionally out of curiosity, but psychological horror wasn't his thing and was quite boring. Besides, if he knew anything about these so-called horror books the killers always lost and got their butts handed to them the next time if they didn't the last time. Not to mention how stupid some of the killers were.
"Finishing something for an exam what do you want," Dylan spoke calmly though Jack could see the annoyance on their face, but also a mix of pain. He assumed it was their head again. Laughing Jack looked at the screen. They had typed a lot. He was about to read some before Dylan selected all of it and deleted it.
"Huh, why'd you delete it Mousy?" Laughing Jack asked as Dylan stood up closing the computer. Watching Dylan stagger to the bathroom before shutting the door behind them. It doesn't take Jack long to hear the water running in the bathroom.
Dylan's POV:
Dylan felt his head pounding, it hurt so much he couldn't focus on writing at all, nothing he was writing sounded right. He heard rustling behind him and Jack talking, most likely to annoy him no doubt. "Finishing something for an exam what do you want," Dylan replies as Jack asks what he is doing. He felt like he was going to fall over as he ran his hand through his hair closing his eyes. Thump thump thump was all he could hear of his head pounding, aching in pain.
He Couldn't figure out what was stressing him out so much. He had this gut feeling something bad was going to happen but he couldn't figure it out. Dylan stands up closing the computer as he staggers his feet to the bathroom. He'd had put so much thought into how to get rid of this cop and Laughing Jack he was beginning to think maybe this is what was stressing him out so much. The only conclusion he could think of was to trap Laughing Jack in box the and give it to the officer. Making him no longer have ownership of the box, but he what if it failed? What if the box didn't work the way he thought it did? Would Laughing Jack come back? The last thing he needed was this clown around. The more he was around this clown the more his head ached, the worse the dreams got. He was beginning to think he was loosing his mind.
Dylan shut the bathroom door behind him as his handshake unlocking his bathroom cupboard before putting in the code for his med box. Opening the box he grabs his pills popping them in his mouth before downing them with water from the sink in hopes if easying the pain even if just for a little bit. He felt his ears ringing, as he staggered over to the tub, his hand reaches out turning on the water to the bath. The water was running but he coudn't hear it. Ba-duh ba-duh ba-duh the pounding of his head got louder. Feeling his body begin to heat up his hands start to shake as they begin to get all sweaty. Then the sound of static rings through his head so loud he covers his ears. He stumbles backwards falling back causing the water glass on the counter to fall and shatter on the floor. Loosing his balance he falls down and the lights go out.
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