The plot is in Alice's POV and is now following Laughing Jack's true origin story! Laughing Jack is not mine! Oh, and this part is also sort of a prologue to another story I plan to work on in the near future (Maybe, if I ever like CP again)! ENJOY!!

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"Oho, what's this? For once they're responding to the wishes of a boring mortal?" Alice puts her hands to her eyes, holding them like binoculars as she watches sparkling lights falling into a run down home. The lights stand out among the snowy day on Christmas Eve. She giggles as she starts to become mischievous. "I know. I'm going to steal away the gift of Heaven and make it mine. Whatever it is." Alice puts her hands down and uses them as a spring to jump off the roof of the apartment building she was sitting on.

"Ah wait, I don't have time to recover from broken bones. No problem!" Alice arches her back and tendrils come out of her back. She grabs on to a light pole near her and lands carefully on the ground before retracting them back into her body. She pats down her red dress and skates on ice towards the direction of the place where the heavenly light struck. She looks at her hands and watches long, black claws grow in place of her fingernails. She digs them into the home and climbs up to see what had happened.

"The sadness and pain disappeared from this home rather quickly. So what is the reason for this poor poor child to suddenly feel happy? What's his face." Alice reaches the attic portion of the home and makes a hole to peek inside. Her eye adjusts in the darkness and she locates the sound of happiness.

"Wooden box? How interesting. It's open, but where oh where are you?" Alice makes the hole bigger and gets a better view of the people in the attic. "Huh?" Alice's eyes widen as she lays her eyes on a clown. It has bright red hair, a long pointy nose consisting of rainbow colors as well as all over his body. The clown's long arms wave around happily as he makes terrible puns to make the messy child in front of him happy. A smile spreads across Alice's face and she tilts her head watching the clown.

"Yes, I really want this gift. Such a lovely clown. I could use a clown slave. Such a pretty clown." Alice's vessel reacts and her cheeks turn pink. Alice holds in her giggle as she watches the two friends play. Eventually the play is interrupted by the blond little boy's mother. "Huh, maybe I should learn about this clown. How to do it? Hmm." Alice jumps off the home and lands on her feet. She puts a pensive hand to her chin and walks away from the home.

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"What better way to get information than from the child himself!" Alice had returned to the home of the blond boy. She enters through the wall like a ghost and crouches down where he lies. She pulls down his chin slightly until his mouth opens. She winces at his breath and then clears her throat before blowing out a very small puff of red smoke. It goes into the boy's mouth. Alice stands back up and walks over towards the box where the clown came from. She looks at the writing on the colorful box.

"Laughing Jack-in-a-box. Laughing Jack. Oh, got the information!" Almost like a ding goes off in Alice's head as she gets information through the blond child she now remembers is named Isaac Grossman. "Oho, so you adapt to the personality of this child. Well, then I'd better mold the child into someone more suitable for my taste. I will keep my essence in this child until he dies." Alice puts down the box and leaves the smelly attic to watch the life of Isaac and Laughing Jack.

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"What strong arms. You completely crushed this cat, my dear Laughing Jack." Alice giggles happily as she sees the broken cat that Laughing Jack killed while he was playing with Isaac. He quickly regretted it and Isaac started laughing. "He's being molded very nicely."

Alice sighs content at the sight and follows them through the day. Eventually the death of the cat is discovered and Isaac is the main culprit. He tries to tell his mother and the neighbor who owned the dead cat about Laughing Jack. Nobody believed him.

He was punished by his parents and they both decided to send him to boarding school. Alice is displeased by the idea since Laughing Jack will be locked away in his box until he returns. She can't open the box because the gift was not hers and it only reacts to Isaac.

"Well, looks like I'll have to do this the hard way. Let's fuck him up!" Alice follows Isaac through his time away, manipulating him until his return.

13 years later:

"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought twas all in fun, pop goes the weasel!" Alice softy sings as she watches Isaac teach Laughing Jack the pleasures of murder. She had been patient for so long, she is ready to pick the rotting fruit.

The once innocent child long dead, corrupted by the hardships of life. The corruption in his body grows, making the deadly stalker all the more stronger.

Later that night Alice invades the lonely home of Isaac Grossman who now doesn't have to sleep in the attic after his mother was murdered by his father and the empty and rundown home was left for him once he finished school.

She enters his bedroom, skipping over empty bottles to finally take back her essence.

She puts her finger to his chin and pulls it down to open his mouth.

"Ugh, booze smells disgusting." Alice scrunches her nose and with her finger near his mouth makes a "come here" motion. A red cloud escapes Isaac and just fades into Alice.

"Thanks for the hard work, dear. You're one step closer to giving me what I want." Alice whispers and leaves just as he awakens.

"Oh it's been so long since since I've had a good clown. They're even better if they're broken by someone they thought they could trust." Alice peeks into the attic staying out of sight of the monochromatic clown that waits for his own chance to be free again.

"I'll be here, waiting for you, Laughing Jack." She whispers, her fingers grazing the box.

                    ~0~

Alice hums happily, sitting lazily on a chair made of a human woman. She goes unheard as she waits in the attic where Isaac lies, but this time he is the victim to a Laughing Jack he released.

She is wrapped by the shadows in the dimly lit room that fills with pained moans of Isaac, he'd scream but his tongue was pretty much the first thing to go.

"Pop goes the weasel!" Alice sings out as Isaac is finally allowed to die. Laughing Jack looks around and a mysterious spotlight appears where the human chair is.

"What a good show! This is why clowns have always been my favorite type of sacrifice." Alice claps, sitting up properly. She smiles so sweetly which catches him off guard. His hands twitch ready to grab for the young woman, but something inside him makes him freeze. The malice that comes off of her makes him rethink.

"You have the same essence as Isaac." He tells her in his raspy voice that hasn't been used in ages. Alice stops clapping, keeping her hands pressed together.

"Oh boy, actually my essence has been in Isaac since the day you met, but I mean he's the one who lived his life. He forgot you, closed you up in such a lonely little box, and then showed you this kind of world." Alice pulls her hands apart so the wooden box rests on her palms now.

Laughing Jack recoils at the sight of the prison that was once a bright  wooden box. It corrupted in just the same way Laughing Jack did.

Alice twirls the box before dropping it on the wooden floor. The thud causes an echo just before she jumps up to smash it under her feet.

"You never have to go back to any kind of prison if you just become mine." Alice smiles and puts out her hand for his. He looks at her outstretched hand, cautious.

"Oh dear, you're making me wait. I don't like to wait. When I want someone or something I take it. So-" She is interrupted by him grabbing her arm and pulling her closer.

"I'll take what I want too." He chuckles as he looks down at her. Alice smiles and puts a hand to his chest.

"Then I'll take a part of you now, my dear sacrifice. Come after me when I get bored."