A Little Laughter Left In Me... (Laughing Jack x Reader)

~Panic~

Weeks went by and there were still no signs of Jeff, Will, or even Jack.

It was a cold Thursday evening and the month was now October.

You and Miles were sitting together in the living room while Jane was out getting you takeout for dinner yet again.

When suddenly you heard a knock at the door, you wondered why Jane would knock, unless it wasn't Jane.

You and Miles looked at eachother for a moment, then you stood up and walked to the door.

You gulped as you peaked through the nearby window to see who it was.

Your heart stopped for the fiftieth time since all these crazy happenings began.

It was Jeff.

It.

Was.

Jeff.

He was standing at the door with his hoodie over his head, occasionally shuffling his foot.

You panicked as you tried to think of what to do.

Then it hit you.

If Jane were to come back right now, it would be the end of you both.

You rushed to the door and opened it.

Jeff was about to say something, but you yanked him by the hoodie inside and shut the door.

"Whoa! Sister what's wrong?" Jeff asked in a surprised voice after he regained his footing.

You were panicking both mentally and physically. You had no idea what to do and your mind was drawing a blank. You were pacing and had your arms over your head.

"Are you okay?" Jeff grabbed you by your shoulders, keeping you in place.

You tried to speak but all that came out was a bunch of jumbled speech, not a single bit of it making any sense.

"(Y/n)!" He shook you for a moment and you snapped out of your state of fear enough to speak.

"J-J-Jeff, Y-Y-You need t-t-to hide." You stuttered.

"What? Why?" He looked confused.

Miles started to bark frantically to the window.

You broke from Jeff's grip and ran over to it.

From the light of the street poles, you could see Jane was walking along the street.

You felt like you were going to faint.

"What is going on?" Jeff asked with a much more serious tone and looked out the window.

"Who is that?"

You couldn't speak, you were too busy scrambling together words to say in your own head just to try and think of a plan.

You grabbed Jeff's sleeve and dragged him up the stairs to your room, Miles stayed downstairs.

"(Y/n)! What's wrong??" Jeff was trying to get you to talk, but you couldn't respond even if you tried.

You rushed into the room and shut the door.

You could hear the front door opening, and you tried not to flip out.

"Who was that?" Jeff was about to open the door to your room, but you blocked it, leaning your back and arms against the wood.

Jeff was about to say something but he paused, his eyes focusing on your face.

You were absolutely terrified, and you were pretty sure Jeff could see it.