The man was in his 40's, dressed in business casual. Sweat stains darkened his shirt below his arms and just under his collar. His face was hidden under a black fabric sack. He wasn't obese, but he was definitely heavy.

"Lay off the baconators, dude..." Will grumbled as he dragged him across the cool concrete.

"Don't whine. Until you can run again we've gotta stick to the slow ones." Laughing Jack replied, watching the boy work.

"If you're so concerned about my health," Will grunted, "Maybe you could help."

"Tsk. Do I gotta do everything around here?" Laughing Jack rolled his eyes, but he walked forward and took the man from Will. His noodle-like arms were surprisingly strong, lifting the man and setting him against the wall effortlessly. Will stood catching his breath and pressing his good hand over the wound near his ribs. It was still sore, threatening to rip if he overdid it. He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked over to the unconscious man. Will stopped and watched as the sack moved slightly up and down with the man's breath. Will delivered a swift kick to the man's gut to jar him awake. The captive wheezed and his head lifted. The bag twisted as he turned his head to and fro in frantic confusion. He struggled against the zip ties which bound his portly wrists and ankles.

"P-please!" The man pleaded, "Whatever you want. Money! I'll give you as much money as you want! I can-"

Will kicked him again in the ribs, replacing his pleas with whimpering. How many people got to see a grown man whimper like that?

"So? It's been a day or two." Laughing Jack ventured as he lifted the man up, his claws hooked under his arms. "How're things going with (y/n)?"

"I don't know, man." Will cracked his muscles and neck. Sleeping on the floor had left him stiff and sore. "She's been getting around pretty good with the desk chair, and stuff..."

"Yeah, but how's it going?" Laughing Jack repeated. He was smirking. Will's little infatuation was a source of great amusement to the clown, even if he 'wasn't allowed' to be anywhere near you yet.

Will's face turned a little red under his mask. "Well- it's- I don't know." He would up a punch as he searched for words, "Right now she kinda just sits and stares at shit. We should probably get her, like....a book or something. Anyways," Will planted his fist in the man's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. "I guess she's still all sad and junk. " Will drove his fist into the man's face, punctuating his sentence with the sharp crack of force against cheekbone. The young man sighed and let his hand drop. "I just want her to feel better."

"How about we take this guy's teeth, and make her a lovely necklace? That should cheer her up!" Laughing Jack proposed. The man let out a chocked, fearful sob.

"I don't think she'd be into that." Will replied, though he did momentarily entertain the idea.

"Poo." Laughing Jack huffed. "Well, don't worry about it too much. She'll learn to like ya eventually! You know, like that whatchamacallit- Stockholm Syndrome! Yeah, that's it! Foolproof~!"

Will rolled his eyes. "I don't want that, I want her to like me, like, for real."

"I don't see why you've gotta make things so complicated, but whatever floats your boat." Laughing Jack replied with a shrug.

Will looked at his victim and an idea struck him. He recalled the gold ring on he'd seen on the man's finger as he'd bound his wrists together behind his back. "Hey, you're married, right?"

The man, seized with a new terror, struggled once more. "Oh god- my wife- I'll do anything please just don't hurt my-!"

"What kind of stuff do you get her?" Will interrupted excitedly, "Y'know, what makes her happy? C'mon, man, I'm really new to this romantic junk, help me out!"

The man seemed at a loss for words. "F-.....f-flowers.....?" He ventured after a few moments of silence.

Will slapped himself on the forehead, taken with the idea. "Flowers! Of course!" It was perfect. He'd give you some flowers, and you'd smile and tell them how nice they were, then you'd fall madly in love with him!! "Thanks, dude!"

"N-no p-p-problem....?" The cowering man replied. "C-can I go now....?"

Laughing Jack let out a sharp cackle. "You hear this guy?" He asked Will, grinning from ear to ear.

"Look, dude, I'm really grateful." Will sighed and shook his head. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his trusty hunting knife. "I really am. So I'll cut you some slack. I'll make sure they can still I.D your body when I'm done."

*****
You pushed yourself out of the rolling chair onto the bed, slowly, so as not to lose your balance. That thing wasn't nearly as stable as an actual wheelchair. You sighed, manually adjusted your legs and settled down into the bed. It was late. You'd gotten up to go to the bathroom. Will wasn't there, but that wasn't unusual. He seemed to disappear every night, off doing god knows what, probably with that clown. You didn't ask. You didn't want to know. Will seemed like a nice enough guy, and he had been treating you well...you didn't want to overstep your boundaries, at least not until you got to know him better. You didn't think he was doing anything bad. Just something....mysterious. Maybe something to do with why he wears that mask, and lives all the way out in the middle of nowhere, with a bizarre clown monster thing. Maybe they-

Your thought was cut off when Will's laptop suddenly flickered to life. The screen was filled with static fuzz, letting out a light that cut through the dark cabin and made you squint. The green webcam light was flashing and the fan was going crazy. You struggled to sit up and lean to the side to get a head-on look at the device. It shut off as abruptly as it turned on, leaving you alone in the darkness and silence.