FF

Y/n’s parents had brought them to the horror house. Their plan: disposal. Y/n was their mistake child and this was a crowded place where they could walk away and make it look like an accident. Y/n got scared by a fat, questionable clown and fled. Catching someone’s attention from the shadows. She was sobbing in a corner, the fat clown having followed her and was now petting her hair and disgustingly talking to her softly and close to her face. Then Jack appeared. Something snapped. The sight of a child being hit on by a grown adult. If stirred something of past pain deep inside him. Past fear. The sight of this girl being so scared what something he’d only felt and never seen. He must protect. He didn’t know where the instinct came from. But he HAD to protect.