A few days had passed before the girl next awoke, and in that time, LJ had realised he didn't know her name. Even after all the watching and hanging around, he never seemed to pick up on it. Although it was beyond him as to why he wanted to know.

And even though he didn't understand, he found himself wondering why she lived alone. Why no one seemed to contact her. And why did she need so much candy?

The girl let out a groan as her (e/c) eyes opened, before suddenly widening in alarm. She pat herself over, before sitting up quickly and looking around the room. Realising where she was, she let out a sigh, before flinching and hugging her stomach. Glancing at her stomach she saw the freshly dressed wound, old blooding dried in the bandaging.

"I... Who...?" She looked around, feeling the clown's gaze on her however not seeing him, "How am I alive? How am I... Back here?"

The clown said nothing, frowning to himself as she stood, a little wobbly. The small human held her head, groaning to herself.

"Stupid low blood sugar..." She grumbled.

Laughing Jack blinked, low blood sugar? Is that why she has so many sweets? He watched as the girl started to shuffle towards the door, half walking into it. She let out another groan of pain, hugging her stomach more. With the way she was going, she'd fall down the stairs and break her neck.

That wasn't LJ's plan. So, now standing in front of her, he dropped a small candy-cane. The human, although still not seeing him, took notice of the sugary sweet and became very cautious. Picking it up, the clown watched as she examined it, probably trying to figure out where it came from and if it was poisonous. He gave a small smirk.

If he wanted to kill her now, he wouldn't poison her. That would be boring. She must have figured that out as well, because the candy-cane was in her mouth in a matter of moments

"Thanks... I guess..." She mumbled to the empty room, fully aware that she was being watched, "So why didn't you kill me?"

Laughing Jack shrugged, deciding to stay quiet. After a while of waiting for an answer, the human only sighed and slowly made her way down the stairs again. He watched her shuffle into the kitchen, making herself a hot drink and some food.

The house suddenly seemed very suffocating, LJ let out a small growl as he looked around, the walls becoming far too familiar. The atmosphere changed to that of a cold night, something that sent a jab at his bandaged chest, and he was quick to leave the house, walking out of one of the many stalls in his carnival.

The dark toys stared as he walked through the stalls, letting out wails and whispers, begging to be set free, but the clown ignored them. He wasn't in the best mood. Some of the toys realised this and stopped, others persisted, wanting attention.

Down through the long hall of stalls, the toys eventually vanished, only the sounds of their wails carrying in the wind. The stripy being continued on, passing by more and more empty, damaged booths. The further he went, the older they became, until he reached the end.

There stood a large hut, the largest of them all, and by far the oldest. The clown stared up at it, no shine to his silver eyes, no smile on his white face. He let out a huff, before walking into it, being surrounded in darkness.

Suddenly, he was standing amongst ruins. Laughing Jack looked around, taking in what had become his once old home. He was glad it had finally collapsed, everything from his past now seeming to be gone. All that remained was the memories, the feeling of being alone, forgotten.

He kicked a rock, walking amongst the old rotten wood. Cobblestone as clumped where an aged fireplace used to be, the floorboards of the ruined house having tall weeds that reached up to the clown's knees. The entire attic had caved in, leaving a mess of soaked wood and plant-life.

He wasn't entirely sure why he kept returning here. But taking in the remains of his past, he knew it was the only place that managed to zap all emotion from him. The only place where he felt nothing, and in a way that was oddly calming.

Considering the pain and isolation he felt over two centuries back.

That was a memory he was happy to lock away, doing so right now. But even still, he couldn't seem to calm his racing heart. Being in that human's house reminded him too much of his past, and as he stood there, he came to realise that she was as alone as him.

Well... Besides the police officers.

"What does it matter, she'll be dead soon enough." He huffed, rubbing his chin, "I'd better start planning that, the first attempt didn't go so well, I don't want a repeat of that."

But as he thought of ways to plan the perfect slaughter, doubt started to cloud his mind. He let out a huff.

"Maybe I'll just plan later... Tormenting her will have to do for now."

And with that, he returned to his carnival, he returned to the human's house. Only to find she had company.

"Mind telling me what happened a few nights back?" The clown held back a growl at seeing the officer. Della, he believed was his name.

"What do you mean...?" The girl stepped back, letting the man walk through her home.

"You know what I mean (Y/N), we caught you running out of your house at 2AM, we didn't hear from you or see you return. What happened, and how did you get back without us seeing you? How long have you been home?"

-(Y/N)...?- Laughing Jack tilted his head, -So that's her name...-

Meanwhile, the female looked confused, and rather alarmed, "A few nights back? How many exactly?"

"About 3 nights. Whenever we knocked on the door, you wouldn't answer, not until now anyway. We have officers searching for you as I speak." The man then pulled out a black object, talking into it, "I found her, stop the search..."

"I... I didn't realise I was gone for 3 nights... Did you see anything else?"

He stopped and rubbed his chin, "Yes. But we aren't sure how to explain it. We're hoping you can."

She nodded and motioned for him to sit down. He sat at the table, tapping a finger on the wooden surface. (Y/N) sat across from him, looking around the room cautiously before turning back to him.

"I... Don't know how much I can say..." She started, "I'm being watched by him... He attacked me."

Laughing Jack smiled, seeing how paranoid she was, always glancing around the room, as if trying to find him. The officer had a quick look too, a suspicious stare in his eyes.

"I hope you don't mean this clown monster you had once mentioned... You know he isn't real right? He can't be."

"But he is! He attacked me! Tell me what you saw." The girl gave a desperate look, "I can prove he's real!"

Della shook his head slowly, before crossing his arms, "We saw you fly across the house, from one end to the other. But the walls got in the way, so we couldn't see too much."

"That was his fault, he threw me into the wall."

"Where exactly?"

(Y/N) looked around, the features on her face seemed uncertain, before her eyes lit up, "Over there, see? There is a large hole in the wall, the force he used to throw me created that."

"So you're suggesting he is stronger than average, almost inhumanely?"

"Yes! And.. And he did this to me!" She stood and pointed at the make-shift bandage.

"He... Wrapped you in a sheet?"

"What?! No! Can't you see the blood?!"

The officer blinked, before frowning, "Is that all blood?"

"Yes. The sheet used to be a blue colour, now it's.. Well, bloody."

"Do you mind if I have a look at the wound?" He stood, walking towards her.

"Uh.. I mean do you have to?" She crossed her arms over herself, and LJ almost giggled at her sudden embarrassment. Wasn't that adorable.

"If it's only your stomach, yes. It's not like I'll see anything else."

"R-Right..." She stood, taking a glance around the room again, "But, I mean... He's in the room right now..."

"Oh is he?" Della raised a dark brow, "And you are aware that it is only the two of us, yes? I see no one else in this house."

"Because he doesn't want to be seen." She stated, holding her shirt down as if the officer would force otherwise, "He is invisible! Unless he wants you to see him, but you can feel him there, can't you..?"

"Sure... Now lets have a look at the wound."

The girl seemed to sigh, relieved that the officer agreed with her. But the clown saw him turn slightly and roll his eyes, before pulling the make-shift bandage off and lifting her shirt slightly. The other stood as still as stone, clearly afraid to move.

Laughing Jack let out a giggle at her terrified features, taking note of what was making her so scared. The officer examined the wound, frowning deeply.

"How did this happen?"

"The clown. He stabbed me with his claws." (Y/N) was quick to wrap the sheet back around her stomach, pulling the shirt over it, "Also, I learnt his name..."

"Oh, he has a name now? Do tell." The sarcasm was thick in the officer's voice, however (Y/N) didn't seem to pick up on it.

"Laughing Jack."

"What a creative name." He stated, before his gaze turned dark, "Now tell me the truth. What really happened?"

"What do you mean? I just told you!"

"No, you told me a made-up story. Tell me the truth."

"But I did!" She started to get desperate, gripping onto the officer's arm, "You think I made that all up?! What else could have happened?!"

He only stared at her, "You could have done it yourself."

"How?! And why?! Why would I stab myself?!"

He sighed, "I don't really know, but I'm tied of your lying. We tried to trust you, we hoped maybe you were joking about this clown business, but it's clear you aren't. A tall clown that can throw you like a doll and has claws for hands? (Y/N), people would think you were crazy."

"But I'm not crazy! Remember what I told you?! It's just like a movie! You won't believe me and then I'll be killed! Why would I make something like this up?! Please trust me, I'm telling the truth!"

He let out a groan, running his fingers through his hair, "And what am I supposed to tell the others? They won't take any of this."

"I don't know! Just... Try..." She stopped, lowering her head, "Please try... I don't want to die... I can't sleep, he's always watching me. I need your help!"

Della closed his eyes, exhaling deeply through his nose, "I apologise (Y/N), but I don't know what to do. All I have to ask is why he would keep you alive after attempting to kill you. It doesn't add up... Maybe it was a nightmare, you were asleep and you didn't realise it... I don't know. But you do need rest."

She watched him, her eyes shining and glazed, "Please help... I don't think I'll survive next time..."

"We'll try our best, but I'm afraid there isn't much we can do about an invisible clown. Maybe you spend too much time alone... Do you have any friends? Family?"

"My mum... She lives a few towns away..." She sniffed, wiping her nose.

Laughing Jack was surprised. He thought he would feel glee in watching her cry, watching her realise that no one would believe her. But all he felt was pity.

"Right. If you give me her contacts, I could have her sent here to visit you, maybe that will help you."

"What?! No! You can't send her here! She could be hurt! Or she'll think I wasn't ready to leave home. Please don't send her here."

Both the clown and officer gave her a confused look.

"Alright..." Della finally said after a moment of tense silence, "If that's what you wish... I'll be back later in the week to make sure you're still here. Maybe you could dress that wound properly after I leave."

"Right..." She sighed and lowered her head, "Thanks... I guess..."

He nodded and left without another word. Once the door closed behind the officer, (Y/N) spun on her heal, glaring throughout the room. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears.

"I hope you're happy clown... Why don't you just get it over with and kill me already?" And with that, she walked upstairs.

Laughing Jack blinked, completely taken aback and watching her go. As the door to her room slammed shut, the clown started to wonder if she was feeling as alone as he once was.