The Technicolor clown spread his arms and excitedly announced, “COME ONE, COME ALL! WHETHER BIG OR SMALL! TO SEE THE BEST CLOWN OF THEM ALL!! The one, the only, LAUGHING JACK-IN-A-BOX!!!” Isaac’s eyes lit up, “W-Who are you?” he asked. The colorful carnie stepped down off the bed and with a happy grin said, “Im glad you asked! I am Laughing Jack, your new friend FOR LIFE! I’m magical, I never get tired of playing, I’m a wiz at the accordion, and I adapt and develop with your own changing personality… In other words, whatever you like, I like!” Isaac looked up at the mysterious clown man, “W-were friends?” he stuttered. Jack looked at the boy while cocking an eyebrow, “FRIENDS? Were BEST friends! I was specially created to be YOUR not-so-imaginary friend, Isaac.” “IsSsaAac…” A cold jolt ran down Isaac’s spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he slowly turned around… All the way across the room by the garbage can stood the nightmarish Laughing Jack. He was completely monochrome, his mangled black hair hung down in twisted locks, sharp jagged teeth decorated his twisted grin, and his arms hung down like a ragdoll with his grotesquely long fingers nearly scraping the floor. Then, with a bone chilling, raspy voice, the fiendish clown spoke, “How nice it is to finally be free!... Did you miss me Isaac?” Isaac was paralyzed in fear, “b-but I thought you werent real… IMAGINARY?!” Isaac stuttered. Jack replied with a long horrifying cackle. “HAHAHAHA! Oh Im quite real kiddo… In fact, Ive been waiting such a long time for this day to finally come… When I can play with my best friend for life… One. Last. Time!” As his life bled out on that cold wooden bed, Isaac’s life flashed before his eyes. He saw his mother, his father, the boarding school, his victims, and the last thought that fluttered through his mind, was of that very special Christmas where he woke up to find the beautifully hand carved wooden box that contained his very first friend... There are rumors that, when the police finally found Isaac Grossman’s rotten, maggot infested corpse weeks later on Christmas Eve, that even though his face had been bashed and torn to bits… He almost looked… Happy. THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DONT LIKE ME. I SPEND MY TIME LISTENING TO THESE STORIES. I THINK THIS IS ALSO WHY Brian COULD BE AFRAID OF CLOWNS. Or at least, now it will be XD
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 00:58:33 +0000
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