Kila walked in, covering her mouth, walking in the disgusting, rancid musky smell of her house. She can hear the tv blasting, and her father snoring on the old rundown couch. She sighed in relief and slowly closed the door, careful not to have it slam.
She ran to her room and slowly shut the door, making sure she didnt slam aswell. toye put her bag to the side of her warn out dresser, and looked at her door tightly. To her surprise, she saw a old, 19th century looking jack in the box, with fading painted sides, and a old, rusty handle crank. Kila walked to it in confusion and somewhat unimpressed look, grabbing the note that layed ontop the old, dusty to.
"Remembered you used to like this. Be greatful, brat.
From, Your Father".
She sighed a bit, putting the note to the side, grabbing the box and looking moving it around a bit. "He really dosent know me anymore...that drunk basterd...." She sighed again, "Guess i cant be fully mad, though....never gets me anything....this is a step up..."
Kila noticed how...unusually heavy the box was. She wonderd if, sence it looked old, if it just caught something inside. She grabbed the rusty handle and slowly started to turn it. She would hear the faint music, but just barley. She scoffed and lightly slammed the box on her dresser. "Damn thing. Cheep old man." She walked away, grabbing her cloths and walking out the door to shower the blood off her.
What she didnt notice, however, the small humming that came with the tune. As she left, the box started to slowly open, showing long, blackened fingers...
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Never-ending Nightmare (Oc x laughing jack)
RomanceKila never really liked people. she felt more content in her drawings, animals, and her horror. what will she do when she comes in contact with an old, warn down jack in the box....
