When you were little, you had a colorful jack-in-the-box that could summon one of your favorite clowns, Laughing Jack.

He would play games with you, read to you at night, and listen to you talk for ages about the most random things.

He was your best friend and your protector. you loved him with all of your heart! God, love him so much that your parents were so annoyed when you talked about him.

Now that you're older, he stopped coming for a long time, and the jack-in-the-box is worn out and it lost its vibrant colors.

You haven't seen Laughing Jack since you were little...It was such a long time ago. You don’t even remember when you stopped playing with him.

You don’t even remember when you lost interest in playing with him. You don’t even remember…

One day, you decided to turn the crank to see what would happen—if he was still there. you doubted that he’d actually still be there. You thought it might just be a childhood imaginary friend thing.

Your bedroom light above you flickered violently before coming to a complete stop. and a familiar voice echoed from behind you.

“Kiddo? Is that you?”