jack had just been doing his job as instructed by the operator when he had killed you. it meant nothing— a swift slaying and some free food. so why the hell had you suddenly appeared in his room in the odd hours of the night?

he wasn't easily startled, but you had nearly made him sputter on a half eaten kidney— your kidney. even worse? you had no clue why you were here either. neither did the operator. but the worst part? jack was being haunted.

the kind of haunting that settled into every corner of his room, into his bones, into his once beating heart. you followed him everywhere; around the slender mansion, around the forest, on missions, while he patched the other proxies up.

and you definitely weren't shy about making your presence known; a proper baby poltergeist. throwing his equipment around his bedroom, flinging books off his bookshelves, spilling his 'meals' inside the fridge, announcing his presence to warn his victims of their impending doom. not that you ever truly got in the way. but it was annoying. obnoxious. and there was nothing he could do about it.

just like now, all the items on his desk in the corner suddenly slid right off the side; the light bulb overhead suddenly popping and shattering.

"was that seriously necessary?" he snapped.