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Featuring the song "Painted Faces" by Trickwi
Characters Despairing Jack and Insane Jack belong to

Laughing Jack belongs to

Enjoy ~

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"It’s never satisfied...

It’s pulling strings of life, tonight...

So many tears it’s cried...

I wonder what its thinking..."

Tears trailed down his eyes, soaking into the stitches that lined his cheek as he stared at himself in the mirror. His hands trembled as he clutched the edges of the glass, scratching the surface of the reflective material as it sliced into his palms. The pain was there, but he had wished for it not to be. The fact that it hurt, implied that what he saw was in every way real - to him at least. Shaking, he dropped the thick glass to cover his ears, seeking to drown out the demented voice of the being that he had seen staring at him. How he wished that this could be a nightmare...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

It’s pulling strings of life tonight.......

It sleeps...

Please buy us time...

Oh please, rewind...

A tainted rhyme..."

A pained whimper escaped him as he found that he was unable to drown out the voice. The twisted promises and chaotic laughter plagued his mind worse than any disease ever could, and that only managed to add to his Terror. Blood seeped through the gashs on his palms, soaking into the gauze that he typically kept wrapped around them. The way that he curled his his into fists and pressed his nails into the wounds did nothing to slow the flow of blood. The action only proved to coax the fluid into trailing down his wrists and arms, where it disappeared within his sleeves. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he attempted to fight off the manipulation of the red eyed twin that he had seen in the glass. He didn't want to do as that twisted being was telling him. He just wanted to be left alone...

"A story ever vile...

Such wicked thoughts behind a smile...

They wonder all the while...

I wonder what they’re thinking..."

He nearly screamed at the abrupt sensation of being touched, only to find that there was nothing there to touch him. Trembling from a mixture of fear and pain, he began to claw at the glass laden soil that he knelt atop. The thin bits of glass poked his fingers and worked their way into the lacerations on his palms, adding to the agony. The pain he could handle. The blood was nothing to him. In the end, it was the voice that rang in his ears that had pushed him to such an unstable state. He tried to block out the sound by distracting himself with pain, only to grow more and more restless with every passing moment. The twisted words that seemed to be whispered into his ear with an alluring but demented voice. The sensation of being touched and embraced, despite being unable to see anyone by his side. He was definitely going mad, and it seemed that there was nothing that could be done about it...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

It’s pulling strings of life tonight.......

It sleeps...

Please buy us time...

Oh please, rewind...

A tainted rhyme..."

Shouting, he began to thrash wildly. His arms flailed as if being manipulated by an unseen presence, making him look all the more like a rag doll. The limp, fluid motions of his body made it all the more obvious that he was little more than a toy - and being aware of this only agitated him more. He was just a toy, and now there was something there that sought to play with him. Whatever game this was, he didn't like it. He despised it, even. Yet, his complaints only seemed to coax more amusement from the thing that had started to play with him. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to be left alone so that he could endure his suffering in peace. That seemed unlikely to happen, though. Given that Tis monster only seemed interested in breaking him completely and sticking around to watch him suffer...

"Silence breaks the cage tonight...

And then becomes awake...

A purple plague of rage it stains...

The night until the da----y........

It’s never satisfied...

It’s bringing gifts of vengeful life...

So many tears it’s cried...

I wonder what its thinking..."

Abruptly, he pulled his hands to his face, only to cry out in agony. He had failed to pay attention to the glassy soild that he had been clutching in his fists. The material worked its way into his eyes and tore at his skin, reducing him to a sobbing mess as he attempted to get it out. All the while, the thing from the mirror continued to harass him. His tears mixed and mingled with the blood that began to seep from his eyes and face, adding to the blinding pain that had overtaken him. Eventually, he pulled his shaking hands away from his face to stare at them, finding nothing but red and black stains lining the torn gauze that covered his palms. On the brink of shouting out for aide, he hesitantly reached for the battered piece of mirror that he had discarded only minutes ago. After collecting his nerve he angled it so that he could peer down at the reflective surface. The scream that escaped him could have woken the dead...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

Its pulling strings of life tonight...

It weeps...

A selfish crime...

Oh please, rewind.....

... We’re out of time......"

He could no longer tell the difference between himself, and the monster in the mirror. Terrified, he smashed the piece of glass into the ground, and proceeded to break it into dust through repeated punches. The pain that shot through his hand and up his arm only began to add to his anguish. He couldn't accept it. He refused. There was no possible way of anything that that monster told him, being true. No possible chance. Even so, the ordeal eventually reduced him to nothing more than a bleeding mess that could do nothing that lie on the filthy ground and sob. He wanted left alone. He needed this thing to abandon him and move on. That was not going to happen though. This monster had made it very clear that they weren't about to go anywhere... Why?...

...Because they were one and the same...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Featuring the song "Painted Faces" by Trickwi
Characters Despairing Jack and Insane Jack belong to

Laughing Jack belongs to

Enjoy ~

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"It’s never satisfied...

It’s pulling strings of life, tonight...

So many tears it’s cried...

I wonder what its thinking..."

Tears trailed down his eyes, soaking into the stitches that lined his cheek as he stared at himself in the mirror. His hands trembled as he clutched the edges of the glass, scratching the surface of the reflective material as it sliced into his palms. The pain was there, but he had wished for it not to be. The fact that it hurt, implied that what he saw was in every way real - to him at least. Shaking, he dropped the thick glass to cover his ears, seeking to drown out the demented voice of the being that he had seen staring at him. How he wished that this could be a nightmare...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

It’s pulling strings of life tonight.......

It sleeps...

Please buy us time...

Oh please, rewind...

A tainted rhyme..."

A pained whimper escaped him as he found that he was unable to drown out the voice. The twisted promises and chaotic laughter plagued his mind worse than any disease ever could, and that only managed to add to his Terror. Blood seeped through the gashs on his palms, soaking into the gauze that he typically kept wrapped around them. The way that he curled his his into fists and pressed his nails into the wounds did nothing to slow the flow of blood. The action only proved to coax the fluid into trailing down his wrists and arms, where it disappeared within his sleeves. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he attempted to fight off the manipulation of the red eyed twin that he had seen in the glass. He didn't want to do as that twisted being was telling him. He just wanted to be left alone...

"A story ever vile...

Such wicked thoughts behind a smile...

They wonder all the while...

I wonder what they’re thinking..."

He nearly screamed at the abrupt sensation of being touched, only to find that there was nothing there to touch him. Trembling from a mixture of fear and pain, he began to claw at the glass laden soil that he knelt atop. The thin bits of glass poked his fingers and worked their way into the lacerations on his palms, adding to the agony. The pain he could handle. The blood was nothing to him. In the end, it was the voice that rang in his ears that had pushed him to such an unstable state. He tried to block out the sound by distracting himself with pain, only to grow more and more restless with every passing moment. The twisted words that seemed to be whispered into his ear with an alluring but demented voice. The sensation of being touched and embraced, despite being unable to see anyone by his side. He was definitely going mad, and it seemed that there was nothing that could be done about it...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

It’s pulling strings of life tonight.......

It sleeps...

Please buy us time...

Oh please, rewind...

A tainted rhyme..."

Shouting, he began to thrash wildly. His arms flailed as if being manipulated by an unseen presence, making him look all the more like a rag doll. The limp, fluid motions of his body made it all the more obvious that he was little more than a toy - and being aware of this only agitated him more. He was just a toy, and now there was something there that sought to play with him. Whatever game this was, he didn't like it. He despised it, even. Yet, his complaints only seemed to coax more amusement from the thing that had started to play with him. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted to be left alone so that he could endure his suffering in peace. That seemed unlikely to happen, though. Given that Tis monster only seemed interested in breaking him completely and sticking around to watch him suffer...

"Silence breaks the cage tonight...

And then becomes awake...

A purple plague of rage it stains...

The night until the da----y........

It’s never satisfied...

It’s bringing gifts of vengeful life...

So many tears it’s cried...

I wonder what its thinking..."

Abruptly, he pulled his hands to his face, only to cry out in agony. He had failed to pay attention to the glassy soild that he had been clutching in his fists. The material worked its way into his eyes and tore at his skin, reducing him to a sobbing mess as he attempted to get it out. All the while, the thing from the mirror continued to harass him. His tears mixed and mingled with the blood that began to seep from his eyes and face, adding to the blinding pain that had overtaken him. Eventually, he pulled his shaking hands away from his face to stare at them, finding nothing but red and black stains lining the torn gauze that covered his palms. On the brink of shouting out for aide, he hesitantly reached for the battered piece of mirror that he had discarded only minutes ago. After collecting his nerve he angled it so that he could peer down at the reflective surface. The scream that escaped him could have woken the dead...

"Its painted face is all I see...

They’re always haunting me...

Its pulling strings of life tonight...

It weeps...

A selfish crime...

Oh please, rewind.....

... We’re out of time......"

He could no longer tell the difference between himself, and the monster in the mirror. Terrified, he smashed the piece of glass into the ground, and proceeded to break it into dust through repeated punches. The pain that shot through his hand and up his arm only began to add to his anguish. He couldn't accept it. He refused. There was no possible way of anything that that monster told him, being true. No possible chance. Even so, the ordeal eventually reduced him to nothing more than a bleeding mess that could do nothing that lie on the filthy ground and sob. He wanted left alone. He needed this thing to abandon him and move on. That was not going to happen though. This monster had made it very clear that they weren't about to go anywhere... Why?...

...Because they were one and the same...