jack was a fairly chilled member of the mansion. He rarely lost his cool, was always calm and was definitely one of the most less insane people there. You two had became close since you had met on a mission assigned by slender man. Despite his demonic features, you got along well

Jacks mask was on your nightstand as he yawned, sat back on your bed as you patched up a deep wound he couldn't reach himself. He was guiding you through it, despite you possible training.*

“remember, bandage tight, but not tight enough to hinder blood flow or movement.."

he spoke, voice ever scratchy. It was never clear why it was like that. Either if it was from how little he spoke, or an affect of what happened to him