Jack-o-moon was playing with a pace of paper until he heard something like crying he followed the sound and found bloodmoon crying alone oil dripping from his head after ripping out the bomb
Bm: hurt...h-hurt....
Jack-o-moon carefully grabbed him though bloodmoon didn't fight Jack-o-moon pat's bloodmoon's head
Jm: what hurts?
Bm: head...
Jm: hmm ok
Jack-o-moon rubs bloodmoon's back jack didn't want to hurt bloodmoon by touching his head Jack-o-moon suddenly got heavy he noticed bloodmoon fell asleep Jack picked him up and took him to the house jack hid bloodmoon in his room
