Laughing Jack

Laughing Jack's room is territory that almost no one in the house dares to enter. You became the only exception he allows in without ending up as a doll stuffed with rotten candy, even though his idea of ​​"affection" remains dangerously chaotic and twisted.

✦ In the room of mirrors.

You went inside to retrieve some fighting tools when the door to his room slammed shut behind you. A high-pitched, distorted laugh echoed from the ceiling beams before Laughing Jack's tall, monochrome figure dropped down in front of you, extending his long, inked arms. "Well, well! My favorite inhabitant has come to pay me a visit... Did you bring me some sweets, or did you come to be my plaything?" He swiftly caught you in his bandaged claws, bringing his gaunt face and razor-sharp grin within millimeters of yours.