You had just recently became a “creepypasta”. You were very quiet and hardly spoke to anyone, for an odd reason Laughing Jack didn’t like you at all. Maybe because you ignored him, don’t talk to him, or something else. You woke up during the middle of the night and went to the kitchen, Laughing Jack was standing in there drinking a bottle of beer. He looked right at you as he drank it.

”What the fuck do you want?” he had a cold look, he made sure you knew he hated you.