Laughing Jack X Reader

Chapter 15

~Your P.O.V~

It had been a few days since you had been kidnapped, and you were happy to be home and healed. Laughing Jack's candy really helped. Laughing Jack in general has been a real help. You had never realised how boring it is when you are alone.

That, and he insisted that you aren't left alone, for more than one reason.

You sighed to yourself, thinking about how you were being targeted by Slenderman and his Proxies. That was rather terrifying to you. But you knew you'd be safe when Jack was around, he said he wouldn't let the others hurt you again.

A small smile spread on your lips, knowing that the scary clown wasn't trying to kill you anymore made him less scary and more friendly. Of course he still killed children, you did your best to ignore that fact.

Speaking of killing, you wondered who Laughing Jack was hunting now. He had left about an hour ago, and you wondered when he would be back, or where he was. Although you knew you'd find out later tonight on the news.

Sighing once again, you laid on your bed, having been sitting in your room since Jack left, you weren't sure what to do. Staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think about his life. Since he had told you, you could only imagine what he went through, being alone for 13 years sounded way too long, it was no wonder he turned out the way he did.

And to think he was once a colourful clown, not the monochrome black you know him as today. Glancing at your bedside table, you stared at the old wooden box he had handed you. The box that had held him for those long 13 years.

You felt sympathy for him, but you knew he was happy doing what he did. In a way, you were happy for him too.

And the fact that he insisted in staying with you, just so you wouldn't be alone. That was only a day or two ago, but it still brings a smile to your face.

You had finally made a friend.

Although friend didn't seem like the right word. Brother sounded too weird as well. Frowning, you sat up. You had been wondering what Laughing Jack meant to you, but you could never seem to think of the right word.

One word had crossed your mind once, but you only laughed it off. It had only been a few days since you had really welcomed Jack into your home, there was no way you could have feelings for the clown.

But once again that word stood out to you, however you refused to even think it was a possible answer. He isn't human to begin with, you had no clue what he was. And he was a murderer, you couldn't be with a murderer, that would be crazy.

Biting your lip, you decided to take your mind off it by going for a shower.

Soon enough, you were washing your hair, doing your best to think about anything other than Laughing Jack. Which was hard, you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind.

-No, I don't have feelings for him. I can't...-

You sighed and rubbed your head, feeling the warm water running down your face.

-But what if I do...?-

Once you were done with the shower, you got out and dried yourself, now deep in thought. What if you did have feelings for him? Did he return those feelings?

You huffed and wrapped your hair in the towel, throwing your clothes back on. Of course he wouldn't. He's a psychopath, they don't love, they kill.

But then you stopped, thinking about something you had said to him the night he saved you from Slenderman.

~Smol flashback brought to you by the last chapter~

"You seem to like lollipops too." You smiled up at the tall clown.

"You bet." He chuckled and winked at you.

~End smol crappy flashback~

A small blush crept over your cheeks. That IS why he calls you lollipop! He must like you! A bubbly feeling started in your stomach and you smiled. If this wasn't a sign you liked him, well then you'd be crazy yourself.

Suddenly, you felt light headed. Groaning, you held your head, before heading downstairs. You weren't sure if it was the lack of sugar, or the sudden realisation that you had feelings for a murderous inhumane clown.

Maybe it was both.

Walking into the kitchen, you went through your cupboards, finding a candy-cane to suck on while you cooked dinner. You may as well start cooking now, surely it will be nice to come home to dinner after you've just killed a child, right?

With a shrug, you pulled out some items, turning the stove on and starting dinner. Lasagne is always good, and you had a talent for making it.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You looked up and frowned, before wiping your hands on your pants and walking towards the door. Was Laughing Jack home already? He never really knocks, he just appears somewhere in your house. It couldn't be him.

Opening the door, you were shocked to see Officer Della standing there, with two others behind them in weird looking doctor's clothes.

"Officer Della? What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, before sighing and grabbing his hand-cuffs, "(Y/N), you're under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you."

"What?! Why? I didn't do anything wrong!" You stepped back, ready to close the door and run. But the officer stepped closer, in the door way.

"You will be transported to the mental hospital."

"Why?!"

"You speak of things that do not exist, tall monochrome clowns for example. And we have reason to believe that you are conspiring with the murderer. Not only that, but we have proof of you talking to yourself. All the time." He started, placing the cuffs around your wrists and pulling you outside, "Do not resist, that will make matters worse."

"Stop!" You pulled away, "What do you mean you have proof? I want answers!"

He sighed again and shook his head, "We never took the cameras down. We continued to observe you, that was all the proof we needed. Now come with us."

"No! I'm not going to some mental hospital! I'm completely fine!"

One of the dress-up doctors shook her head, "That's what they all say. We can help you if you are seeing monsters. We can take them away, they won't bother you anymore."

"I'm not seeing monsters! Let me go!"

Officer Della's stoic face turned serious, and he pulled you out of the house, walking you to a car, "Let's go."

You struggled and tried to pull away, the candy-cane falling to the ground as you tried shouting and tugging on the cuffs in hopes to break them. Where was Laughing Jack when you needed him?! He was always off somewhere killing.

But will he be able to save you this time? You don't even know where you were going. You growled and bit the officer's arm, causing him to yell and let you go.

You took off, running away. But you didn't get far, one of the doctors grabbed you, shoving a needle into your arm. Your vision started to go blurry, and you could feel your limbs shutting down.

-No... I can't be taken away... This can't be happening... Laughing Jack... Where are you...?-