3rd Person:

The warm water ran down your body as you scrubbed the dried blood off of your bruised skin. Jack had actually allowed you to shower, for the first time in over a week. It had been 8 days since round 2, that was the least violent round you've had, meaning you weren't blooded and bruised from Jack for once. The clown wasn't the cause of your pain for once. Over the past 8 days, you have been cleaning up after the members of the mansion, cooking, and getting the shit kicked out of you by anybody and everybody. One day while you were cooking, you accidentally burnt the cheesecake you were making and if Jack wasn't right there you probably would have gotten more than screamed at by a certain masked proxy. While you were scrubbing the old wooden hallway floors the one called BEN stopped on your right hand with his steel-toed boot, breaking at least 2 fingers. Jeff had pushed you down the stairs prior to that event, causing you to ache all over. You didn't break anything but it hurt like hell. Of course, these happenings made Jack furious. He didn't want anyone touching his toy. Anytime Jack would ask them about it they would just blame you saying how you were mouthing off and being disrespectful. Which you weren't of course. You learned to stop doing that a long time ago. Jack wouldn't kill you, he would just hurt you badly. They would kill you any chance they got. Jack didn't seem to blame you though, he would be very sweet to you almost as if he was trying to make you feel better. This almost made you forget how much of a psychopath he was. You made that mistake once. After the first incident, he knew you were scared so he took you back to his room and made you comfortable. He rubbed your back until you fell asleep. He gave you a nightmare so horrible you woke up unable to breathe and hysterical crying. The craziest part is you didn't even remember what the nightmare was about, you just remembered being petrified. You considered it to be more of a night terror than a nightmare. He has been giving the same dream to you every night making you scared to sleep. Again you didn't remember the dream but the fear runs through your body every time Jack tells you it's time for bed.

Which that time was quickly approaching. You rinsed the soap off of your fragile body and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower you wrapped the towel around your body. You liked the shower it was the only time you could be alone and if you closed your eyes it almost felt like you were in your own home, in your own shower. But once you opened your eyes again you were back to the sad reality your life had become. Home. Just the mere thought of the word made you want to burst into tears. But that thought wasn't completely ruled out yet. One more round and you could actually win. You could actually be free. As drained as you were going to give it your all to win. You wouldn't get another opportunity like this again. You just hoped Jack wouldn't find a loophole in your deal. Being craved into was a pretty serious contract but you've only known Jack for a few months, you didn't know what he was fully capable of. Hopefully, this would run smoothly for you.

Another thing you haven't thought of how in the hell were you going to explain this to the cops? You might get put in a psych ward if you told the truth. You would cross that bridge when you got there you still had another round to win. You took your good hand and began to wipe the fog off of the cloudy mirror, you nearly jumped out of your skin when Jack was standing behind you with a perverted grin on his face.

"What are you thinking about Gumdrop? You seemed really deep in thought", he giggled creepily. You looked at the floor, you were to use to this by now, he was going to have to try harder. His smirk quickly turned into a frown, then back into a smirk again. He stalked towards you until he was right behind you. He tilted his head down so his thick black lips were right up against your ears, your face still looking at the floor. You closed your eyes tightly and gripped your towel hard. "Gumdrop, it seems you're not as scared of me anymore, I'm afraid I'm beginning to grow bored of you."

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as he placed each one of his clawed hands on your hips. "Maybe I should just rip out your insides and decorate this room with your blood and guts and stuff you with candy".

You looked up into the mirror, he was smirking at your reaction. Twisted and menacing, those were the words best fit to describe the killer clown you have found yourself being the victim of. His eyes were fully feeding off of your misery, and pain. But he couldn't kill you. At least not yet, you knew that, but he didn't know that you were more aware of the situation you were in. If he believed you were naïve, you needed to keep it that way, this could benefit you in the long run. You had a deal, but that didn't mean you were safe. You didn't think he would but if he gave the okay someone in the mansion would jump at the opportunity to kill you. You certainly didn't want him to get bored of you so you thought about how homesick you were and let a sob escape your throat.

Looking in the mirror you could very obviously see his smile grow. He gripped your waist, turning you around so you were facing him, his face was just a couple inches from yours. "I have bigger plans for you Gumdrop, turning you inside out and filling you with candy is just to easy. You're very special. I'm actually going to miss playing with you. But all good things must come to an end", he giggled. Laughter was something that should always be paired with happiness, not misery. For it to be paired with something like is so twisted. He was getting bored of you, you needed to remain interesting, you needed to by yourself more time. You had no idea what round 3 had in store but you need all the time you can to prepare yourself for it. So you did the only thing you could do. You hoisted your body up using your tippy toes and grabbed both sides of his face. You forced your lips onto his.

His lips were cold and inexperienced, he was frozen at first but seemed to go alone with what you were doing after a few seconds. You were inexperienced as well, you had never kissed anyone before but at least you were exposed to movies. The clown most likely wasn't given that opportunity. You tangled your fingers in his messy black hair, his claws made their way to your thighs. The innocent kiss soon turned aggressive once he seemed to get the hang of it, however the kiss was still very sloppy. His claws began to dig into your flesh as you whimpered onto the kiss. He pulled away and glared down at you lustfully. His face was blank, paralyzed as if he was wondering how to react. But his eyes said it all they were filled with lust.

It truthfully scared you when he was emotionless, he was unpredictable but it was to late to back out now. You just stared up into his bright silver eyes, they were actually quite stunning in an abnormal way. You waited for him to react, you wanted for any signal for of enjoyment, or anger. You just prayed he wouldn't be mad. You didn't want to deal with that in a towel. A towel! You were still butt naked in a towel. Your face immediately turned run as you looked down at your body. The towel was rather small so it just covered where it needed to but if you were to bend down....that's a whole other story. Even though he had seen you before, you still didn't feel comfortable being naked in front of him especially now that you had just done something intimate. Without you realizing, a black claw gently pressed it self under your chin and lifted your face to be met with his. "

A cloud of grey smoke formed around the two of you and before you knew it you were in Jacks bedroom. You were sitting on the edge bed (towel still wrapped around you), he was pacing in front of you. His hand was cupping his chin as if he was thinking, he seemed to have a perkiness in his step as he paced. This was a good sign, maybe he was happy? You just watched the mad man pace back and forth in front of you. Your body began for form goosebumps, you were still a bit wet and you were beginning to get cold. You didn't want to get sick so you had to get dressed. As you started to get up, the clown spoke. "Oh Gumdrop~", he sang.

Jack's POV:

The clown thought to him self for a moment, did he like her little charade? He did know, it gave LJ a weird feeling he didn't know if he loved or hated, but this indeed made things interesting. He had to admit he always wanted to try kissing, he had watched Isaac do it long ago, as well as some of his playmates parents. He would be lying if he said he wasn't interested. But why would she do this with him? He wasn't nice to her, her hurt her a lot. Could it be a survival tactic? Most likely, he would have to ask the Eyeless Jack for his opinion. He was take out of thought when the (h/c) haired girl began to left off the bed and walk over towards the dresser. She must want to get dressed. "Oh Gumdrop~" he said it in a song song voice. The (y/n) froze and slowly turned around to meet his gaze. "Yes Jack?" She said.

The clown wasted no time, he stalked up to the confused girl. This would definitely open a new door of interest for him.