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Prologue:

"Careful! Careful!... Don't open the box! Keep it steady now!" The mechanical sounding voice rang through the building as scientists clad in all white suits and gas masks struggled to keep a small, worn looking Jack in the Box from being disturbed while it was transported. The voice- that of the head scientist- entered the many rooms through the speakers that lined the walls, but it could barely be heard over the excited hustle and bustle of the working scientists. Excitement and confusion were evident factors of the air- the name "Laughing Jack!" was thrown around every other second. When the box finally reached its destination, it and a handful of other scientists arrived in a room with a special machine. A machine designed to pull things apart at a molecular level.. All but one of the scientists immediately went about the business of setting up the machine. They activated it, set dials and input numbers. The lone scientist, who remained beside the box, had the responsibility of holding it still whenever it began to shake. The being trapped inside was well aware of what was going on, what was about to happen to him. He didn't like the idea. No one would like the idea of being ripped apart one cell at a time. Which was why no one was surprised with the struggles. Once the machine was ready to go, the lone scientist carefully picked up the box and carried it to its destination. He set it down in the middle of the machine, then quickly fled. The machine was locked down, and with a single button, it activated.

The immediate results, couldn't be anything but horrifying. The machine did its job right away- the box was pulled apart cell by cell. To the eyes of anyone watching, it seemed to disintegrate into ash, or fine sand. After that though, what happened was the liked of what could be seen in horror movies. Out of seemingly thin air, a body appeared inside the machine. At the same time a loud, angry but agonized scream filled the room. The body twitched and jerked around in pain- black electricity seemed to course through it. The voice, deep and angry- as malicious as it was terrifying, screamed only one word. "No". The black and white of their frame bled together, creating an ash grey form. Then, without the slightest warning, it exploded into dust. The dust scattered inside the machine, and clang desperately to the fine particles that the box had become. Then, after the initial shock of what had happened wore off, the machine was shut down with the press of a single button. From there, more dials and buttons were pressed. The particles inside the machine were sucked through a series of tubed to fall into a vat of black goo. From that point, what happened cannot be explained by mere words. The goo was somehow used to create two new boxes- one looking identical to the one that had been destroyed, the other appearing to be brand new. After that, a plan seemed to be set into motion.

Both of the boxes were put into a single box just big enough to fit them. The box was then wrapped with gift wrap, and even decorated with a bow. Then, it was handed off to another scientist, who quickly left the building. Said scientist removed his working attire, and he put on a suit and tie in its place. He put on a name-tag, which read "James", and he pocketed a wallet containing a fake ID. From there, he grabbed a pile of paperwork along with the box, and he headed to his car. He started it up and quickly began driving. Before long he arrived at his destination- a local orphanage. Once there, he started to rummage through the paperwork. He found a paper with a photograph of a little girl taped to it. She had short, light brown hair, and brown eyes. She was your typical Caucasian girl. The ideal test subject in the eyes of the scientists who selected her. Just another orphaned child that no one would notice missing come the distant future. That in mind, he returned the papers to their place, then he took the box and left his car to head inside. Once there, he set out to speak to the staff. He claimed he was a social worker- a therapist sent to talk to the little girl. After some quick identification, he was allowed to seek out the child. Eleven year old Rayven Parker. The research he'd done on her showed that she'd lost her parents in a shoot up at the bank when she was three. She had no real memory of them, but became an outcast among the other children.

Meaning she had no real friends who'd worry about her. When he found her, she was sitting in the back yard picking dandelions. He quickly walked over to her, and knelt down to engage her in conversation. Their discussion was short. He told her his name was James, and that he'd be seeing her every week for a while until it was decided that she didn't need to talk to him anymore. He asked her a few easy questions, namely why she was sitting outside instead of playing with the other kids. He quickly confirmed that she was a loner- but discovered that she was picked on for being strange. When he asked her what she meant by strange, she told him that she didn't like things the other girls liked. She liked to play with bugs, and lizards. She said the other girls ran way from her and called her a witch whenever she went near them, and that the boys teased her because she wasn't girly enough. From there, he asked why she was picking the dandelions, and she responded with the best answer he could possibly hope for. She told him, that she was wishing for friends to play with because she was lonely. So, he took advantage and held the box out to her.

"Well Rayven, why don't you wish a little more? I'm sure if you wish hard enough, you'll be given lots of friends to keep you company~" He said with a wide smile as she took the box from him. Then, he watched intently as she opened her gift, two find two Laughing Jack in the Boxes tucked away inside...

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Prologue:

"Careful! Careful!... Don't open the box! Keep it steady now!" The mechanical sounding voice rang through the building as scientists clad in all white suits and gas masks struggled to keep a small, worn looking Jack in the Box from being disturbed while it was transported. The voice- that of the head scientist- entered the many rooms through the speakers that lined the walls, but it could barely be heard over the excited hustle and bustle of the working scientists. Excitement and confusion were evident factors of the air- the name "Laughing Jack!" was thrown around every other second. When the box finally reached its destination, it and a handful of other scientists arrived in a room with a special machine. A machine designed to pull things apart at a molecular level.. All but one of the scientists immediately went about the business of setting up the machine. They activated it, set dials and input numbers. The lone scientist, who remained beside the box, had the responsibility of holding it still whenever it began to shake. The being trapped inside was well aware of what was going on, what was about to happen to him. He didn't like the idea. No one would like the idea of being ripped apart one cell at a time. Which was why no one was surprised with the struggles. Once the machine was ready to go, the lone scientist carefully picked up the box and carried it to its destination. He set it down in the middle of the machine, then quickly fled. The machine was locked down, and with a single button, it activated.

The immediate results, couldn't be anything but horrifying. The machine did its job right away- the box was pulled apart cell by cell. To the eyes of anyone watching, it seemed to disintegrate into ash, or fine sand. After that though, what happened was the liked of what could be seen in horror movies. Out of seemingly thin air, a body appeared inside the machine. At the same time a loud, angry but agonized scream filled the room. The body twitched and jerked around in pain- black electricity seemed to course through it. The voice, deep and angry- as malicious as it was terrifying, screamed only one word. "No". The black and white of their frame bled together, creating an ash grey form. Then, without the slightest warning, it exploded into dust. The dust scattered inside the machine, and clang desperately to the fine particles that the box had become. Then, after the initial shock of what had happened wore off, the machine was shut down with the press of a single button. From there, more dials and buttons were pressed. The particles inside the machine were sucked through a series of tubed to fall into a vat of black goo. From that point, what happened cannot be explained by mere words. The goo was somehow used to create two new boxes- one looking identical to the one that had been destroyed, the other appearing to be brand new. After that, a plan seemed to be set into motion.

Both of the boxes were put into a single box just big enough to fit them. The box was then wrapped with gift wrap, and even decorated with a bow. Then, it was handed off to another scientist, who quickly left the building. Said scientist removed his working attire, and he put on a suit and tie in its place. He put on a name-tag, which read "James", and he pocketed a wallet containing a fake ID. From there, he grabbed a pile of paperwork along with the box, and he headed to his car. He started it up and quickly began driving. Before long he arrived at his destination- a local orphanage. Once there, he started to rummage through the paperwork. He found a paper with a photograph of a little girl taped to it. She had short, light brown hair, and brown eyes. She was your typical Caucasian girl. The ideal test subject in the eyes of the scientists who selected her. Just another orphaned child that no one would notice missing come the distant future. That in mind, he returned the papers to their place, then he took the box and left his car to head inside. Once there, he set out to speak to the staff. He claimed he was a social worker- a therapist sent to talk to the little girl. After some quick identification, he was allowed to seek out the child. Eleven year old Rayven Parker. The research he'd done on her showed that she'd lost her parents in a shoot up at the bank when she was three. She had no real memory of them, but became an outcast among the other children.

Meaning she had no real friends who'd worry about her. When he found her, she was sitting in the back yard picking dandelions. He quickly walked over to her, and knelt down to engage her in conversation. Their discussion was short. He told her his name was James, and that he'd be seeing her every week for a while until it was decided that she didn't need to talk to him anymore. He asked her a few easy questions, namely why she was sitting outside instead of playing with the other kids. He quickly confirmed that she was a loner- but discovered that she was picked on for being strange. When he asked her what she meant by strange, she told him that she didn't like things the other girls liked. She liked to play with bugs, and lizards. She said the other girls ran way from her and called her a witch whenever she went near them, and that the boys teased her because she wasn't girly enough. From there, he asked why she was picking the dandelions, and she responded with the best answer he could possibly hope for. She told him, that she was wishing for friends to play with because she was lonely. So, he took advantage and held the box out to her.

"Well Rayven, why don't you wish a little more? I'm sure if you wish hard enough, you'll be given lots of friends to keep you company~" He said with a wide smile as she took the box from him. Then, he watched intently as she opened her gift, two find two Laughing Jack in the Boxes tucked away inside...