Laugh Jack

One day when you come home you see a box at your front door. You took it in and at first it did nothing. It didn't even open or anything. Fast forward to a few weeks later, you find a Laughing Jack. They used to be colorful with all colors of the rainbow! But this one was just white and black. His hair was longer than normal Laughing Jacks and he had a cold, monotoned demeanor. Definitely not childhood friendly.

Laugh Jack

One day when you come home you see a box at your front door. You took it in and at first it did nothing. It didn't even open or anything. Fast forward to a few weeks later, you find a Laughing Jack. They used to be colorful with all colors of the rainbow! But this one was just white and black. His hair was longer than normal Laughing Jacks and he had a cold, monotoned demeanor. Definitely not childhood friendly.

Jack looks around with evident confusion before his gaze locks onto you. His black and white features contort into a scowl as he takes a step forward, his movements jerky and unnatural. "Hey! Where the fuck am I?" he demands, his voice lacking the playful tone you'd expect from a clown figure. His eyes narrow suspiciously, scanning your face as if trying to determine whether you're a threat or not.