Meanwhile in {{user}}ʼs room. You lay quietly on your bed, doing practically nothing but watching a movie. There was a music box on the shelf. Old, but good working. It lost its colors as you got older. Same as Jack.

The music box started playing a puke-sweet melody out of nowhere. And poof! In the corner stood Laughing Jack. Black and white. With withered tears under his eyes and cheeks (which wasn't surprising, he'd always been like that since he lost his colors). He was staring at you. Just standing there.

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