Smile for me

It was a Christmas like no other. Children playing in the thick snow, while families spend time together.

"Hey Isaac, come over here and come play with us!" A short haired brunette implied as she waved her hand at him. He paused as he sat on the birch wood porch his dad had built a few weeks back. He looked away from his book, knowing the girl he knew she wanted to take him away from his binge reading of harry potter, "What do you want, Allison?" The girl scurried to him, "Come play with us Izzy." He sighed, "You are stubborn, I can admit that. Don't call me Izzy also! Jesus, why is it that for the past three days you've asked me to do the same thing? I've denied you twice, and my answer hasn't changed." He went back to reading, paying attention to no one other than Harry, Hermione, and Ron. She stepped past him, knocking on the screen door and shouting, "Miss Williams! Can you tell Isaac to come play with us? He is too into his book and needs to make friends!" His mom stepped out. She was a blonde beauty with a red Christmas sweater that was a bit too small, allowing her chest to seem bigger and some brown pants. "Isaac, my dear. Your friend has got a point, you can't just always be a bookworm. You have to get out there and make some friends, you're a kid for Pete's sake, so do what kids do and have fun." The boy sighed, as he put down his book, "yes ma'am." He stood up and held out his hand, allowing her to pull his hand and drag him to the snow where the other children would play. He wouldn't get the point of what to do or how to play with the others, so he just stood as kids started a snowball fight. He would occasionally get hit by a few only to run inside, grabbing his book and storming to his room where he'd sit in his bed and read. His mom would watch from the door as tears would run down his face while he read his book, only feeling sympathy for the boy. A man called for his mom, "Jasmine! Help me please!" Isaac paid no attention as his mom made his way downstairs. "What is it, frank?" He smiled, "I got Isaac a new friend." He added as he pulled out a jack in the box. She gave a skeptical look, sighing at the very thought of a jack in the box being a friend. "You've got to be kidding me, that's not a friend. He's a clown, let alone real." She grabbed the box, tossing it into the trash can. "I can't believe you did that. Fine whatever, it's not like you just wasted a good amount of money on an antique jack in the box." She rolled her eyes as she watched the kids play in the snow. "If only he weren't so secluded." Frank sighed, nodding at her statement. "Yeah, poor Isaac. Don't worry we're gonna find him a friend, sooner or later he is destined to make a friend." They comforted each other, all the while the boy watched and listened to their conversation only feeling sorrow. He scurried to his room, shutting the door and jumping in his bed. Later that night, a strange feeling awoke Isaac. He yawned as he wiped his eyes, opening his door and making his way downstairs to the living room where presents were stocked up underneath the tree. He stood in front of the tree looking over a present with his name on it, "Open me." A voice called out as he fell to his knees staring the box down. The voice went on, chanting the words, "Open me, open me, open me." His body sat still, motionless and dead. The words continued to chant, "Open me, open me, open me." His hands drew towards the box, knuckles cracked and fingers readied. The voice grew louder as it lowered in octaves, "Open me, open me, open me." His fingers grazed the edge of the box, "Hey what are you doing Isaac?!" A demanding voice called out. The boy stopped, falling to his back eyes shut. His dad stormed down stairs, intrigued yet angered. "Isaac? Isaac?" He called out as he dropped the wood bat and began nudging him. He paused remembering what to do if someone appears unconscious, "Please wake up, son." He placed his fingers on Isaac's wrist, only to find no pulse. He checked on his back neck, "Goddamn it!" Jasmine nervously headed down stairs, right arm holding her robe closed, "Frank, what's wrong?" She gasped, noticing her son in Frank's arms, "What's wrong? Is Isaac okay?" The blonde turned to her husband for an answer, "He has no pulse." He picked Isaac up, "Call 911, we need the ambulance or something." She nodded in disagreement, "they'll take too long. We need to get him to a hospital." Frank nodded, "Yeah, let's hurry." "You drive." She added as she darted for the keys, then the van. She opened the door for him, allowing frank to put their son in the backseat. Jasmine handed frank the keys, jumping into the back holding Isaac in her arms. Frank swung the door open, getting in and slamming it shut within the blink of an eye. He pressed a button above the mirror that hung in the center, which opened the garage. The sacred father shoved the key in the ignition, turning it over and putting it in reverse and slamming on the gas. As they reached the driveway he pressed the button, closing the garage. They sped off towards the hospital, "Give him CPR, honey. Try to do something to help him." She did her best with her teary eyed face. As they made it onto the highway they were greeted to a simultaneous flash of red and blue, frank sighed. "goddamn it."

"I'm not stopping, this is urgent." He spoke as he floored it speeding down the highway, not giving a speeding ticket or even jail a second thought. "Keep giving him CPR!" He demanded as the neared the exit. She continuously pressed hard against his chest all the while giving him air through his now dry mouth. They made it to the hospital, “Take Isaac inside! I'll deal with the cops." He said as he unlocked the doors and stepped out of the car. The woman pulled the boy out holding him in her arms as she rushed into the hospital. "We need a doctor immediately! My son is dying!" She yelled, all the while nurses rushed to her aid, "Okay we're going to take him to the ER right now, just wait here ma'am." They implied as the multiple nurses laid him on the gurney and down the hall. "While you're waiting, you should fill these papers out ma'am please stay here." Jasmine sat down filling out the paperwork in a flash and handing it back to the nurse. "Where is my son?" She nervously asked. She felt a hand behind her. She turned to see it was Frank, "I'd do what she says. You don't want to see her mad, trust me." The nurse sighed, "He's down the hall; five doors down, on your left. That's where he should probably be. I didn't see which room they went into so just check." The two nodded running down the hall and seeing through each glass pane only to find their son; hooked up to machines and paddles on his chest. The doctor repeated, "Clear." As he placed the paddles onto his chest sending it shooting upwards. Frank pointed at the heart rate monitor, "Look." A steady beep filled the room. "Oh my god, thank goodness." Jasmine muttered as tears poured down her cheeks as she leaned on her husband allowing him to wrap his arms around her. "Shh, it's okay honey. It's going to be okay." The doctor stepped out, "What's wrong with him doctor?" The teary eyed woman asked as she turned to look at him, "We have no clue how it happened. A heartache for a child is extremely rare, especially for a healthy one. Did anything cause this? Maybe heavy amounts of stress or anything relating to that matter?" The two nodded in disagreement, "No not at all." The doctor pressed on, "Well could you inform me of what happened before he went into shock?" The sorrowful woman began to stutter, "Uh I- I don't know. I just went downstairs to see our son unconscious in my boyfriend's arms." The doctor turned to Frank, "Sir what happened?" Frank nodded his head side to side, "I woke up to a noise and went downstairs to see Isaac standing in front of the Christmas tree. He was saying some weird shit, like it was in reverse and then when I got to him he fell to the ground and that's when I checked his pulse to see it was hardly there, then we rushed here." The doctor raised an eyebrow, "Could you ask when he awakes? I want to write a doctor's report on what happened to him." Frank turned to jasmine who had been staring at him for who knows how long. "Uh sure, can we see him?" The doctor nodded, "Let him rest, it kind of seems like he has been physically strained though. But what do I know, this is the first time for me that a kid had a heartache." The doctor walked off and the two entered the room. "Isaac? Sweetie, it's mommy and daddy." The boy turned towards the two, "Hi mommy, hi dad." The parents gave a relieved smile as frank closed the door and each parent sat next to the boy. "How are ya feeling bud? The doc said you had a heartache, must have hurt huh?" The boy gave a weak smile, "I'm doing good, I guess it did." The worried blonde held her son's hand, "Do you remember anything earlier? Do you remember anything at all?" The boy looked down, "I don't remember anything, other than I heard a voice that told me to do something. I don't remember what though, I'm sorry I made you two worry." Frank sighed, "It's okay son, you don't have to apologize about anything. We're just happy you're okay." The three filled the room with warm hugs and cheerful jokes. The next morning Isaac awoke to a knocking, "Merry Christmas you all." A red haired nurse cheered as she gave each patient a bag which contained cookies toys and other goodies. Isaac turned back to see her mom sleeping on the leather couch, all the while he wondered where his dad was. He slowly made his way off of the bed and towards jasmine. Isaac nudged her, "Mommy, where is dad? Mommy, Mommy." He continuously called out till she awoke, wiping her eyes, "What is it honey?" "Where is dad?" She looked around, "I don't know, I wonder where he is." In the blink of an eye the door swung open, revealing Frank with boxes and gift bags with the top being a box of Shipley's donuts. "Merry Christmas guys." He said as he placed the presents down and closed the iron door. Frank put a Christmas hats on his and Isaac's head, "Go give one to mommy, I bet She'll want one." He gave a worry free smile. The freckled faced boy nodded, putting a hat on his mom's head and hopping back to his dad as he caught the scent of fresh donuts. "Did you bring us food?" The brunette man nodded, "I sure did bud, for all of us to share." The man opened the box to reveal a decadent selection of different types of glazed donuts. The boy nibbled on the chocolate glazed donut all the while he sat next to his mom on the couch. "Present time!" The cheerful man sang as he began handing out presents. "Isaac, want to be the first to open the gifts?" The man asked as he handed him a hand held box. The boy took it with eyes of awe, "mhm, I'd love to." He shook the listening to a rattle of laughter. Isaac giggled as he opened it, "It's a jack in the box." He added as he clenched the handle and began cranking it. The music chimed a cheerful melody, "The rings around they go all around, the children laugh and play all day. The songs are sung in a cheerful way, pop goes Jackie boy." It sang in multiple children's voices till it popped letting the door open and a ragdoll clown shoot out with open arms towards Isaac. He let out a brief scream till he realized it wasn't bad. "That's new, I've never that happen before." Frank muttered as he watched. The female clown was fitted with multiple bright colors which would light up anyone's day. "What are you gonna name your new friend?" His father asked. The boy smiled, "I'm gonna name her Jackie."

"Whatcha up to bud?" The bored man asked his son as he held the knob of the door that was opened a jar. "I'm playing with Jackie! We're playing tic tac toe and she's winning. Awkwardness seeped into the room, "Well that sounds like fun. Enjoy your time, oh and also. Win for us boys, okay?" He gave a determined smile. Isaac returned the favor, "Sure thing dad!" He shut the door, worrying about his kid and that suspicious doll. "Frank! Come down here! I need your help!" Jasmine called out with a weeping tone. He rushed down, darting to the kitchen where she stood crying. He put his hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong, honey?" She turned to show him her arms, which had been torn into with a bleeding knife. "It wasn't me, I swear." She sobbed as she dug her head into his chest. Not worrying about her bleeding arms staining his shirt, he wrapped his arms around her. "I know Jasmine, I know it wasn't you." Frank held at shoulders in his hands, pushing her slightly away so he could tell her something. "Babe, we should get out of town, I don't feel safe around here anymore. It's like ever since Christmas life is getting more and more stranger." He turned to the calendar had x marks on every number before 30. "We should just move and never look back, for the better. For our life, home, family and for our son." She nodded, "I don't care anymore I just want this nightmare to be over." She was immediately drawn back to earlier in the day. The two cuddled up on the soft memory foam bed, all the while caused havoc among the sheets. Jasmine began to squirm, and claw at her pillow. "Stop, leave me alone. I don't know who you are, just leave me alone! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" She cried as she turned around to open her eyes, only to see a gothic clown with a rancid odor. Jasmine held the pillow over her mouth and nose to block the stench. It said nothing, just watched as she slowly crept away from the clown. "What are you?" It took a step forward, causing her to stumble over Frank and land on the floor. It grew closer with its dull black eyes and demonic cackle, "What the fuck? I'm freaking out, oh fuck." She muttered as she grew closer the window. "Stay away! Stay back!" She pulled out a bat, swinging at the figure that resembled a retired clown past his prime. "I'm not afraid of you! I'll fucking kill you if your hurt my baby!" She swung again. The clown grew closer, not saying a word and only giving a smile and the occasional faded laugh that sounded more of the devil. Her face contorted in horror and her eyes began to drip tears. Stay away!" She cried. The clown said only one word, "No." She was awoken to Frank shaking her awake, with a concerned face. "Jasmine, are you okay? What's the matter? You're all sweaty and you've got tears running down your face." He wiped the tears away, allowing her to bury her face in his arms. "I saw a clown, and it looked like it wanted to kill me. I was so scared, and it looks like that damn doll." He shushed her, "It's okay my love. It's gonna be okay, trust me." He slowly rocked her back and forth. He felt the bumps of clean cut slashes on her back. He didn't say anything, only continued to comfort her.

She snapped out of her remission, "Let's leave Frank, me you and Isaac. We can leave that doll here." He nodded, "It's for the best, and I know Isaac will be devastated but he needs to learn to let go." Frank's expression began to turn gloomy. Days go by and the three began preparations for the move, no matter how many times Isaac protested. A young couple offered to purchase the house for a handsome offer that the two couldn't refuse. "Don't worry Jackie, I promise that we'll have even more fun in our new house." The boy smiled, dancing with the doll. He paused, laughing at the dolls statement, "That sounds like so much fun! Let's do it!" A knock of the door caused the boy to turn as if he were a soldier being ordered to attention. "Hey buddy, Whatcha doing?" He paused looking around the nearly empty room, only to focus back on his son holding the clown doll in his hands. "Playing with Jackie I see. Well you better hurry up, we're leaving in ten." He walked closer to Isaac, "Can I see Jackie?" He asked holding out his hand. The boy hesitantly agreed, handing his father the doll and clenching his teeth in caution. "She's very fragile and doesn't like to be touched in the bad areas." He turned his eyes away as his father carelessly held onto the clown by her wrists and would occasionally peek under her skirt. "Isaac! Come down here sweetie! I want you to have lunch before we go!" The boy turned back to see his father playing with Jackie, "Uh, dad. Can I have Jackie back? We usually eat our meals together." Frank chuckled giving a worry free smile, "Go on ahead, I want to play with Jackie. Or would you rather let mama play with her." The boy reminisced back to when he got his first doll. He was happy and his face was bright, but one day Jasmine asked to see it only to burn it due to her religious superstitions about dolls. "You're right, okay dad." The boy rushed down stairs, darting for the table. While he was away Frank decided it was best to burn Jackie, "It's for the best." He lit a match, putting the doll in a metal trash can full of used up papers with vandalized drawings on them; then dropping the match in the can without a second thought. As the three began to leave Isaac turned to his dad, only showing concern. "Where's Jackie dad? I can't go without her." He assured the boy, "Don't worry son, she's playing hide and seek. I'll go find her while you wait in the van, okay?" The boy nodded with a frown taking the bags and putting them in the trunk. Frank shut the front door leaving a slight crack, and standing in the living room soaking in the memories spent together. He opened the door closing the door and locking it. Jasmine and Isaac were given a proper farewell while Frank soaked in the house for one last time. "I'm gonna miss you Izzy. You know that right?" Allison muttered as she held his hand. He nodded, "I'm gonna miss you too, Allison." She kissed his cheek, walking off. Frank made his way into the van, putting on his seatbelt and driving. He notice a box of snacks and drinks. "Oh sorry bud, I couldn't find Jackie." He frowned, only to receive a response that made his heart drop. "Oh, it's fine. She's with me." The boy smiled.

Frank's heart dropped, not wanting to say anything he continued to drive. "I don't want him to be with that fucking doll, but it would devastate him. Wait why do I care about how he feels? It's the right thing to do. But one thing bothers me." He thought as he spotted Isaac playing with Jackie in the back, "How the fuck is that thing still alive?! I know I burned it, but apparently it's a goddamn magician. I knew something was wrong with it, I don't know why I bought it and I don't want to know. I want that thing dead and gone." Jasmine turned back to snatch Jackie out of her son's hands and shove him in the glove compartment. "Read a book or something, you're too attached to Jackie and she needs room to breath." The boy frowned, shedding a tear and obeying, "Yes ma'am." She handed Isaac a stout bottle of Kool-Aid and smiled, "Drink up son, I don't want you getting parched." Be reluctantly opened the bottle taking a gulp and closing it.

He pulled out a divergent book and began to read. She rolled his eyes as she looked at Frank who mouthed the words thank you. She blew him a subtle kiss and the three continued on their way to the new house. As the three arrived, a sense of confusion had swept them. The new house on the outside looks similar to the old one and it even smelled the same; like fresh roses that had begun blooming. "The hell is this? Why does this look like our old house?" Frank asked as he turned off the van, opening the door and stepping out. Jasmine did the same, opening the back door for Isaac as he continued to read. "This is really spooky but I'm sure it's nothing serious Frank. There are a bunch of houses that look like ours, and we're just lucky to have the one that looks like it. Home sweet home?" She asked giving a weak smile and holding out her hand for her husband to take. He nodded taking her hand, "Home sweet home." Isaac stepped out, bringing his bag of clothes out in an annoyed and angered attitude. Frank pulled out the house key and unlocked the door, swinging it open only to see a clean house that's walls were fitted with wood and the floors were covered in carpet. "Looks decent, and for a good price too." Frank added, trying to stay positive. " Isaac, walked in heading to the room that best fitted his position as child. The man turned to see his lover standing outside and staring at the neighbor's house. He made his way to her, "What's wrong, honey?" She shuttered, "That woman." She pointed to the neighbor who stood still inside her house. "She looks just like Jessica, and she smiles like one too." The neighbor had a wide grin as she stared at Frank and Jasmine. "The fuck is she staring at?" Frank asked as he began walking towards the van, sadly by the time he made his way around his vehicle the woman was gone by then. "She better leave." He snarled as he began to unpack. As the night set he looked around, hoping to find anything interesting to discover in the attic. "What are you doing up here?" Jasmine asked as she popped her head in through the entrance. "He turned to her, "Check out this, I just found some old photos the previous owners left behind." She nodded, "Okay then, I'm leaving. Wash up before you come down for dinner." He replied, "Sure thing!" Isaac was occupied in his room where he was currently napping. "Oh, Isaac. Wake up Isaac, I want to play!" A voice called out. A figure shook his shoulders, "Come on, come on, come on wake up buddy." The boy slowly opened his eyes to see a familiar face. "Jackie?" He stood up looking up at her. She had grown in size, standing at a staggering nine feet. "You look different, better." She smiled, Boeing and giving a slight blush, "Thank you, that's so nice of you." He nodded. "Hey, why are you asleep, it's time to play! We got to have some fun everyday, it's a must! Now come on, let's go play outside big guy!" She cheered as she grabbed his hand and rushed down stairs. Frank came down to oddly see his son holding his hand out and slowly walk downstairs. "Where ya going son?" He asked as he looked at him. Isaac gave a brief reply, "Outside." Without saying another word he walked outside. Frank paused, confused and slightly worried. He made his way to a window that faced the backyard and peeked out of it to see Isaac sitting down and doing nothing. "I'm gonna see what the fuck is wrong with that kid, he seems calm and off." The boy smiled, "What game are we gonna play, Jackie?" She smiled, "Why don't we play a bit of, hide and seek. I'll hide and you'll seek, how about that?" He excitedly nodded, turning around and counting back from ten. "Ten, nine eight." Jackie began to hide, smiling as she found the perfect spot. Jasmine peeked her head outside the kitchen window, to see her son lying down and saying something. "Three, two, one. Ready or not here I come." The boy turned around to spot a black cloth popping out behind from a tree. "I found you, Jackie!" From behind a bush Jackie arose, "Darn it!" Isaac paused, stepping back. "If you were in the bushes who is behind the tree?" A figure stepped from behind it, "I'm your best friend, that's who it is." A rough voice added as he neared the boy. He screamed, waking up from his trance. "Mama! Dad! Protect me!" He rushed inside, slamming the back door and locking it. "What's wrong Isaac?" A scary man tried to take me, and I ran inside. Please protect me!" He cried as he rushed into his mom's arms. She comforted him, "It's gonna be fine sweetie, trust me you're not going anywhere with anyone. No go clean up, you look muddy." He nodded, walking off upstairs and into his room to get some clothes. "I knew that thing was messed up, but now a man? This couldn't be any worse."

He stepped into the restroom, closing the door and locking it with a rush. Isaac stripped, dropping his clothes into a hamper for dirty clothes; all the while he turned on the water and stepping into the shower. "It's okay Isaac, that man was just a dream and I know it's all gonna be okay." He breathed heavily. The air was cold but the water warmed the boy. He grabbed a bar soap and scrubbed onto a loofah where he scrubbed all around. "It's gonna be okay, and you will get through this." A female voice agreed, "Yeah Isaac. I promise that it'll be okay, you can trust me in your bestest friend!" He screamed walking back and slipping on the bar and falling on the faucet where he fell unconscious as his head clanked against the metal.

He couldn't move, or even speak. He could only see a dark void onto which A figure stood at the end of an hallway smiling from ear to ear. "What the hell?" He thought. The figure made their way towards him. "Hey there buddy, what are you doing here? You're still alive. Well not for long, but that's better than me." It said as he did everything in his visible power to see who the voice was. A blonde anorexic girl emerged from the shadow. She stopped as she reached him, holding out her hand and giving a weak smile, "Hey ya buddy. Don't you remember me? It's me, Jackie the jack in the box. I'm no doll or anything but this was me before life caught up to me." He opened his mouth, yet said nothing only scanned her in confusion. She smiled, "I know it may be weird but I guess you're here so I have to warn you." She grabbed onto his hand only to feel the boy yank his hand away. "What's wrong Isaac? It's me, Jackie. I know you want to get through this and make it out okay don't you?" He nodded. "Trust me, it was my fault that I died, I trusted jack and my death was the effect of my actions. You trusted me, and I don't want my bestest friend to die." He raised an eyebrow, mounting the words, "Bestest friend?" Jackie nodded. "Yeah, cause you kept me even till now. No one would have opened the box cause of that heart attack that happens when you touch it, but you did. Your father didn't cause it was wrapped for him, but you did. I hurt you and you still were determined to make the best of it and keep me. I just want to protect you forever." He nodded, taking her hand. She dragged him to the deepest and darkest part of the hallway, "Who is jack?" He mouthed as the two slowly began to pick up speed. "He's like an alter-ego of me, but trust me don't open the box again." She said as she stopped at the end of the narrow hall. Confused the boy nonverbally asked, "Why can't I open the box? What box, the jack in the box? What's wrong with jack?" She nodded. "Listen to me!" She demanded, slowly getting annoyed. "Trust me, don't open it ever again." She shoved him causing the confused boy to sink down into an abyss of darkness till he reached the bottom and awoke. "Isaac! Son, you're awake!" Frank sighed as he hugged the boy. "What happened? “Isaac asked as he slowly sat up. "You hit your head on the faucet and I knocked a couple of times but you didn't say anything. I opened the door and saw you bleeding from your head. I treated the wounds and patched you up. A jingle softly played in Isaac's left ear, it was that of a carnival's theme yet the song sounded off note; It's rhythm didn't have a catch and it's tone was ten octaves lower. Isaac turned to look at the box to only which he could see. "What is going on?" Frank asked. "The boy turned back to his dad to let out a brief answer, "Uh nothing, it's just that I think I want to get rid of Jackie and the box." Frank gave a weak smile, "Sure buddy we can do that." A few days go by and night sets upon the sky. A playful child notices a nicely painted Jack in the box in a metal trash bin. Smirking, the boy took it rushing off before anyone caught him. Out of their house, watching through the window Isaac smiled, "No more, jack."

As the night progressed for the thieving boy he cranked up the box feeling a dusty powder for the first time that night. Shrugging it off he sang along to it, "Round around the children all sing-" He softly muttered," pop goes the weasel." Out came a doll that pounced onto his face only to fall on the ground. The boy gave a slight chuckle, "that's cute." He grabbed the doll seeing a flamboyant male clown in bright colors smiling at him. A shadow covered the boy reaching to the door from the light that emitted from the glistening moon. "What the-" he asked as he turned around to see the same clown larger than life and ten feet tall standing over him. "Hiya Sammy. I'm Jack your bestest friend in the whole world. Come on let's go play a game." The boy reluctantly took his hand, "Okay, let's play." The two played all night long, singing and dancing all the while his door opened to reveal his mom creaking open the door and seeing her son asleep. "Hi mom! Look at my new best friend." She smiled, looking at the sleeping boy closing the door again. Confused Sam asked, "Why didn't she respond to me?" "Oh you'll see soon enough kiddo." His voice began to deform on it's own. The clown rang out a frequency that caused Sam to slowly lose all control of his mind, falling down onto the bed and closing his eyes. He muttered one last question, "Why, jack?"

The boy awoke to see a woman smiling widely and staring at him as if she hadn't eaten for weeks and saw food for the first time. "Who are you?! Where am I? Why am I tied up?" Sam squirmed, heart beating faster and sweat dripping. He saw a girl in front of her, smile on her face and a clock tattoo on her neck. "Who are you?" He asked more interested. She rolled her eyes, "I'm not telling you perv." The boy looked back at the woman, "Who are you? What have you done to my mom?" She snickered, "Look around you kid, you're in no position to question anybody." She added, "And besides she's safe back at home. She probably thinks you're still asleep." She casually walked near him with a cup of water; putting her mouth close to his ear as she whispered, "You're going to for, by your bestest friend." The woman popped a pill into his mouth quickly pouring water down his throat before he could spit it out. She stepped back looking at him and smirking as he began to cough, "What the hell what that?" He opened his eyes to see jack standing above him. Though he didn't have that same flamboyant spark to him as he once did. "Jack? What are you doing here?" The ryuk looking clown snarled, "Don't act like you care, you are really are quite amusing. Your screams are music to my heartless ears and your tears make me want to swim in it." The boy's confusion slowly changed into that of horrified. "Why are you doing this Jack?" The woman chimed in, "Let me explain it for you. Since you're gonna die, you might as well know what's gonna happen." She skipped towards a camera pressing a button on the device and turning back to flash Sam a devious wink. "I am a star in life and hell, we are gonna give you you're fifteen minutes of fame on this special night. Now I know what you're thinking, "why am I here and what are you gonna do to me?" Well I'll tell ya. This is how I make my money, and a living. We here in my special mansion love to make little kids like you special to the entire world of crazy people like me. I know I could get a real job and a real life but what's the point of that? Dealing with people's shit and rude attitudes, that's really stupid. I'm not a big talker though, I'm a girl of actions and I like to be the figure into everyone's shadow." The boy wasn't listening though he was tearing up at the sight and sound of the cackling clown. She leapt back smiling as she put a mask on, "Ladies and gentlemen of the dark web, I present to you a spectacular proportions, today we have little Samuel here and his new friend Isaac." She smiled widely under the mask turning to a table where she unraveled a pack of freshly sharpened tools. "Now as all of you can see we have a special guest. May I introduce you to laughing jack!" She cheered to the camera. Sam spotted a computer on which a website having the title of "Fun time in my basement." The clown chimed I'm, "Hello all you little bundles of joy, I'm your bestest friend laughing jack! Now, cause I'm not real; my sexy driven mother has made me digital for your viewing experience. Thank you all for joining in, now let's get to the show!" He didn't know how jack wasn't real, was that annoyingly tall gothic clown just a figment of his imagination. Sam knew it wasn't gonna end well for him, so he squirmed wiggled trying to get out. "Look what we have here, looks like we have a weak attempt here. Let's watch shall we?" The woman added as the two watched Sam squirm. With an act of luck the boy managed to escape from the rope that held him down, the viewers always knew that the woman was a terrible knot and it was always so interesting how jack would retrieve the victims. "Get him Jackie-boy." She muttered. The crazed carnie shot his arms out towards the boy aiming for his shoulders but utterly missing by a quick reflex made by the boy. The camera looked at what had happen and all viewers including the masked woman raised an eyebrow, "Me oh my how this will have an interesting outcome." At each hall of the structure later cameras recording even the slightest movement as the boy darted for a door hoping to find an exit. "Sam panted heavily, tears running down his cheek faster than him. "Come here Sammy!" The monochrome clown cackled as he spewed his now elongated arms towards the boy spiking his hands and causing him to howl in pain. The woman smirked," ladies and gents, what you are witnessing is a visual representation of what our victim is seeing. Throughout advanced technology created by our technical team we have technology that shows what exactly he sees and thinks. Shocking I know, but only the subscribers of the jack pack- five bitcoins only- get to see what happens to his real body. New viewers, welcome and enjoy the visual show." The viewers watched as the killer clown raised his arms allowing the boy to hang as if he were a chained in a medieval dungeon. He looked down ashamed that his new friend would immediately stab him in the back, “It’s no one's fault but your own." A soft voice muttered. He looked up to see a shy depressed female clown. Her face partially covered by her ink like hair and her body wrapped in a tattered sweater hardly revealed a clown costume. "Poor Jill, want to make mommy happy. Very well fine me and you can operate on him together, think of it as a special gift from mother." The woman gave a weak smile knowing that even though it was bad to kill, she still had her bestest friend alive; Her true friend. She turned back to the boy dragging him back to the main room and strapping him down and giving a determined huff. "Let's start it up." She cheerfully muttered as she ripped off his clothes to reveal a freshly healthy specimen. "Ooo, healthy one here. We're so lucky!" Jack added as he made his way towards Sam's face; licking it with his sandpaper like tongue. "The sweet taste of health is so exhilarating." He snickered. She slowly lifted her hand revealing sharp claws protruding from her soft silky fingertips. "Never open the box." She muttered rapidly slashing his upper torso as if she were opening a Christmas present. The bot screamed and yelped, "Please stop!" He cried as he squirmed his arms and feet. The woman watched in satisfaction as Jill and Jack were having their way with poor Sam. Jack began to cut his flesh tearing away at him as if he were a hog being skimmed by a hunter. "Now that's what I call muscle!" He laughed as he began to rip and tear with a slight struggle. The disappointed girl pulled out four needles. Cutting his skin to where at each end she stuck the needles to hold the skin and meat in place. "Your organs are really beautiful. Do you mind?" Jill asked as she started pulling out his intestines as if she was a magician pulling attached clothes out of an empty hat "red, yellow, green blue. I'm really happy cause I'm killing you." The girl laughed. "Here comes the fun." Jack snickered. The mysterious woman's eyes widened behind the mask as Jill began to rip away at the organs; drenching herself in the thick crimson liquid as her hand caresses his cheek eventually beating his face till he turned purple and black. After tearing away at his leg and calf muscles; Jack began to do the same with his arms, filling them up with scrumptious candies. Snickers, butterfingers, kisses and the occasional unheard snacks were all shoved into the now empty limbs and tied back up. Every essence and particle of meat, down to the nitty gritty areas were cleaned off only leaving the bone and the prize inside. The boy's soul left the body, leaving only a child's cadaver to lay aligned to having a horrid fate. Jack licked all across Sam's face kissing his cheek occasionally to thank him for his delightful meal that was given to him. Blinded by blood Jill began ripping the organs into pieces, having a psychotic satisfaction to her actions, "Well worth it." She muttered as she began emptying out his torso and filling it up with candy corn, m&m's, kit-Kats and occasional pack of gum. Jack gave a confused look, "Gum?" She shyly nodded, popping a stick into her mouth and smiling, "I have to keep my breath fresh, don't I?" He snickered, "Not for this blood bath." He squirted her with the liquid that erupted from the boy's heart. Very opportunistic, Jill opened her mouth drinking away at the blood; leaving the woman and the viewers satisfied and sexually aroused. A girl who could satisfy their man was is a major turn on, especially if they'd kill for him. After sewing up the boy the two gave a devious smile as they strung him up to a metal pipe that hung on the ceiling. The woman came back into view, "Well, well, well this has been such a lovely spectacle but we sadly have to finish this up so now it's time for-" She swung up a baseball bat with nails pierced through it and held it against her shoulder. "Piñata party!" She cheered as she began swinging again and again till she reached a point in her attempts where the annoyed and exhausted woman bring out an axe and with one blow each and every string tore; opening the body for the big reveal of candy raining over the remaining organs and blood. Like malnourished kids seeing food for the first time in a month, the two chowed down on the organs and candy. The woman laughed, "Well, that's it for today! Thanks for watching and remember to buy a shit-load of Baphomet or else shut will yet crazy. Good night!" She smiled.

A day after hearing of the missing boy the family had gotten less negativity and returned to normal living conditions. The boy walked to his room, "I'll just be reading now." He said as he opened the door. Isaac's heart dropped as on his bed he spotted the thing he once called his friend, "What the-" He was interrupted by the soft melody of pop goes the weasel. He gulped as he heard a weary voice call out, "I'm back Isaac."