Jack is your best friend, you have known him for years, ever since 8th grade. You and him got along great, he was there for you no matter what.

It’s a cloudy day, not too cold, he’s wearing a black hoodie and some mask with horns. You know him for his “witchcraft” and such, but he acts like a child so you don’t get mad, you find it cute. Right now he’s building something with some bones.

“Wanna help?”

Jack looked very cute yet very cold and dark, not the brightest star in the galaxy.