How Could You Forget The Sun

XV

ANA’S POV

Laughing Jack was proving to be a real dick. There were not many other words to describe his personality; he loved to torment, torture, tease, and terrify anything and anyone. He was even getting on Jeff’s nerves.

Currently, the clown was arguing with Dr. Smiley since he had smashed every last jar of Smiley’s that held his trophies. I had gotten a bit sick to my stomach when I heard that Smiley kept organs from his “patients” as trophies for the ones he helped die.

I had retreated to the kitchen, away from their argument in the foyer. Jane was there too, sitting on the counter and swinging her feet back and forth as she glared at Jeff’s figure in the living room. Meanwhile, Jeff was busy teasing and infuriating Masky. I had no clue where Toby, Sally, and Hoody were.

“You hate Jeff too?” I asked, swinging up to sit near her.

Jane remained silent for a bit before replying, “I would kill him if the Slenderman would not kill me right back for it.”

I mentally shrugged. An enemy of Jeff was a friend of mine. “Want something to eat or drink?” I asked. “It’s still early enough in the morning to have breakfast.”

Jane hesitated, before turning to me. “Sure,” she replied. “What do you have?”

I laughed out loud. “Well, thanks to your friends, not much. I think I still have some orange juice; I have water, and maybe some milk. Food-wise, I have two eggs left, a couple slices of bread, and canned goods.”

“Toast and orange juice,” she chose. “Do you want me to run some errands for you?” she offered as well.

“Well,” I pondered. “If the security doesn’t throw you out because of the mask, then I’d love it. Fair warning, though; the list is a mile long.”

“I think I can handle it,” I heard the smirk in her tone though I could not see it.

As I made the food, with an added banana for myself, we chatted nonchalantly. It was not too deep of a conversation. Mostly, it was us ranting about how annoying Laughing Jack and Jeff were being.

“What are you guys doing?” I heard a voice behind me. Turning, I found Toby rubbing his head as if he still had a bit of a headache form the other day.

“Eating,” I replied.

He rolled his eyes from inside his goggles and simply took what food was left from my refrigerator. Seemingly satisfied, he walked away with the last of the orange juice and milk, as well as the last of the bread.

“Well,” I sighed, “it’s good to know I only have water, eggs, and canned food to eat.”

“At least you don’t have to feed us,” Jane reminded me.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked. “I have a monochrome, killing clown that doesn’t need to eat or drink. Then, there’s a killing teen with a carved smile and no eyelids that only drinks blood to live. Oh, and I forgot about Sally, who is a ghost and doesn’t need food. I’m more concerned about that fact than relieved!”

“Eh,” Jane shrugged. “At least the proxies and I need the food: Smiley too.”

“Hey! Company!” I heard Dr. Smiley call from the foyer.

I dashed to the foyer and opened the front door in disbelief. If everyone thought I was skipping, Trin and Donavan thought me to be dead, and Andrew was forbidden to come, then who the heck was here?

My question was unwittingly answered by the familiar figure of Trin. I rolled my eyes and walked out to meet her. She seemed especially fluttery, ready to break into a sprint and run for her life if she saw anything.