Laughing Jack X Reader

Chapter 3

-Oh God. Oh God-

You were holding a cup of (f/d) tightly in your hands, shaking in your seat. You had been up for most of the night, after waking up in a cold sweat the night before. You'd had a nightmare, though you couldn't remember much. Just the tune 'Pop-Goes-The-Weasel'.

And the clown.

And dying.

You just couldn't remember how you died. You were certain the clown had killed you, but you weren't entirely sure how. You just remember it was terrifying. The sound of knocking at your door made you jump, and you hesitated in answering it.

What if it was another body?

"(Y/N)? Are you awake?" A familiar officer's voice came from the front door.

Giving a sigh of relief, you put your (f/d) on the table, before walking over and letting officer Della inside.

"Morning..." You stepped back.

The officer looked over you, before raising a brow, "I take it you didn't sleep well?"

"You guessed it." You walked back to the table, having a sip from your (f/d), "So what is it now...?"

"I just thought you should know that we are putting the cameras up now."

Oh right... The cameras.

"Yeah cool..." You shrugged, "Just a quick question about those."

"Yes?"

"You boys can't peek on me, can you? I don't want you to see EVERYTHING..."

"Don't worry, we won't see anything we don't need to." Della sat in front of you, letting out a chuckle, "Although I would normally say that sounds suspicious, I can understand you wanting to keep some privacy."

"Thank God." You huffed.

"So, was it nightmares or just yesterday in general?" The officer stared at you.

"A nightmare.. But I can't remember what happened. It just kept me up when I woke up, that's all."

"Right. Well, I'll leave you be then. No other questions."

You blinked and stared at him. No other questions? Really? Even after he said he would question you more today? The officer gave you a glance and chuckled, shaking his head.

"I don't need to ask questions if I'm watching your every move."

"Not every move. You aren't watching me shower."

He nodded and waved his hand, "I wouldn't dream of it, I'd be having nightmares of my own."

You frowned slightly, "I'm taking offence to that."

He shrugged, before walking towards the front of the house, "You do that. I'll be going now. Goodbye (Y/N)."

"Uh... See ya?"

And he closed the door. You sighed and finished your (f/d), before putting your cup in the sink and walking upstairs. Speaking of showers, you could really use a refreshing one. Soon enough, ice-cold water was hitting your face, and you were able to wash away the sleepless night.

The bitter-sweet cold soon turned to warmth, and after washing your hair, you felt ready to relax. However, as you dried yourself off, you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. You shuddered slightly and wrapped your towel around yourself tightly.

"I thought Della said the cameras wouldn't see me..." You grumbled, clearly assuming the obvious, "Men and their bullshit..."***

Quickly getting dressed, you ran a brush through your hair and walked back downstairs. Now thinking about it, there wasn't all that much for you to do, so until you are proven innocent, you're going to be bored.