My O.Cs!!

Hatchets

Hey guys! I know you guys don't know me because well let's just say I was forgotten! You see that orgin of the 'Laughing Jack? Yeah he is my brother! So let me tell you my part of the story...

So as you guys know laughing Jack was first created from this kid named Isaac. So you see Isaac is a very heavy sleeper, one who moves a lot in his sleep! So it was me and jack in the two boxes. My box was girlish because we didn't know who Isaac was in the first place, all we knew was that there was a kid who needed friends so here we were. Isaac moved a lot as we appeared at his feet. He didn't wake up but did seem to noticed something at the foot of his bed. He ended up kicking me to the ground. I was forgotten under the bed until he would crank the handle... so I was down there a long time.

But as I was down there I watched the two, play battle field and build blanket forts. Oh how I wished I would be able to play aswell. Down there it was so cold and dusty. The loneliest place to be. One day laughing Jack and little Isaac were playing in the yard. The next day the police came and toke Isaac to a boarding school. I watched laughing Jack sit there for those lonely thirteen years, this time I had nothing to watch. All I could do was wait to be discovered. But I saw a change in Jack. Over the years he grew gray and sad as I tried my best to stay strong and happy. It was to bad I couldn't give my big brother company, like we used to.

Now we waited and that's when Isaac came back... With a girl. I was under the bed watching Jack laugh. It was strange for my brother to be laughing at the cruel sight he was seeing. I wasn't really laughing. The screams were not as pleasant as Jack thought. I couldn't see what Isaac had done until the days were at there peak. I watched in horror when Isaac started adjusting his new torture chamber. He brought me out from under the bed not cranking the handle for me to be free not thinking anything of an old box covered in dust. There was nothing to distinguish me from an old cardboard box that had wrinkled and covered in dust. He kicked me under the boned chair and I sat there for a while. I watched the shelf laughing Jack was on collapse, and I had to watch the horror before me. After laughing Jack was done with the cruel joke he planned for poor Isaac he toke notice of me. I tried to stay quiet.. Honestly because for now I'd rather be discovered from a sane person rather then my cold hearted brother.

He cranked the handle with an enormous force and I was forced to get out and stretch my limbs.

"Long time no see!" Jack announced. "Did you see what I did!? I'm free from this shitty job!"

"Jack you killed him!" I exclaimed looking at him straight in those dead eyes. He was gone. The brother I once loved was turned into a monster.

"And..."

"And!? He was just a man who did something wrong! You could've helped him change!!" I yelled. I choked back tears as I turned away from him, and stared right at Isaac's corpse.

"Hatchets I thought you would like this!" He pouted like a child. My eyes widened as a swiftly tuned around and punched him in the shoulder.

"What did you call me!? I don't want to be called a weapon!" I yelled not liking the new nickname.

"whatever you'll come around but for now continue this shitty job of yours and I will live my life like I should, helping kids!" He said with a new sarcastic tone.

"Fine..." I said tearing up." I'll find a new kid! And keep him away from you... You monster!!" I screamed then stomped out of the room stepping over all the blood and gore. I oddly completely ignored it.

So I brought my box with me as I slipped through the shadows of the streets. I looked through countless windows only seeing little boys and girls that were already as happy as can be. Then I saw a kid sitting in a room crying. I couldn't see his or her face so I couldn't distinguish between genders. I saw the hair. Nice combed hair with bangs that covered the face. I got a glimpse of the nose. Freckles speckled everywhere. Thinking it was a girl I decided to stay. She was shaking and tearing like she was scared of something. She left the room a minute later after obvious shouts were heard from the other room. This was my chance to change everything I have seen and everything my brother had done. I tossed the box onto the bed. I peered around the room. Blue paint chipped off the wall. A bed in the corner with dark blue bed sheets. I then looked down the hall. It wasn't a little girl like I had hoped. It was in fact a boy. His eyes were a dark green as he looked up at his dad.