Jack is not as sneaky as he thinks he is.

Maybe he’s stealthier than any human, but by now you can pick up on the sound of the bells on his costume jingling from a mile away. You smile softly as you hear him approaching, clearly trying to sneak up on you while you’re standing at the kitchen counter. You decide to humor him and not turn around, at least not until you hear him giggling as two rubber hose arms wrap around your waist.

“Hehe! Gotcha, sweetheart!”