(sorry guys I realized how badly I screwed up on this chapter. Vira had no mother. silly me)

Chapter 4

Making friends doesn't inquire sanity as a factor

Vira's vision faded to darkness as she fell uncontious.

"Vira?!" A familiar and comforting voice penetrated her ears.

Dad?!

Opening her aching eyelids she awoke to see her father standing beside her,against blue powder walls, holding icepacks. A sharp piercing pain filled her jaw and leg moments after. Vira held her mouth in pain, twisting and turning to distract herself from it.

"Stop! You're going to make it worse." Her father was frazziled and worried.

Vira nodded her head, as her father proceeded to put icepacks on his daughters stinging cheeks.

"What happened?" Vira asked with a lisp.

"You don't remember?"

Vira shook her head.

"Well...On friday night you didn't come realizing you could be in trouble so I called the police imediatly. However, I had to wait for a full day before I could get help searching for you. Thankfully I had some leads from nieghbors who saw you walking through the streets. The police did the rest from there. Anyways...When I found you, you were passed out in the woods. All your teeth were... Broken...And you're leg was torn to shreds." Tears welled in her fathers eyes."Oh Sweetheart, I should've looked after you better!" He broke down in tears and held Vira tightly.

"Dad..." Vira tried to speak, however was too distracted by what she saw in the window behind her father.

It was a sad looking Splendor holding a brightly wrapped box. A sharp sound pierced her ears, it was the door bell.

"Oh, that must be the detective. I'll have to tell him you're not feeling well enough to speak right now." Her father got up and went into the living room, closing the door behind him.

Splendor, seeing the coast was clear, hesitantly opened the window and slipped inside Viras' bedroom.

"Splendor...What happened?" Vira slurred.

"I...I'm so sorry..." He hung his head shamefully. "I knew the other humans would get scared of you if you had sharp teeth like those.I had to break them...But...To make it up to you I got you this.I know I'm not great at appolagies, in fact I'm horrible at them. But I figured that if we aren't friends anymore I could at least give you a presant before I left."

Splendor approached the bed cuatiously and set the present on the bed.

"Splendor..." Vira looked up with both sadness and anger in her eyes. "You and your brothers, you tried to," Suddenly a click sounded.

"Wait you can't go in there. She's not well." Her fathers voice muffled through the door.

Quickly, Vira slid the presant beneath her bed, Splendor was gone from her bedside. The wooden door opened with nearly a slam.

"I thought I heard her talking to herself." A man in a police uniform called to her father.

Vira had a confused expression cross her face.

"Anyways...I'd like to ask you some questions."

(Two Hours Later)

The man had left Viras' room unsatisfied as she was put to bed. Vira sighed alone in her room ready to cry from her aweful day she had expierienced. Holding herself, she wondered why it had to be her. Was it something she'd done? Sighing a depressing huff, Viras' curiosity of what's in the wrapped box given to her by Splendor, she pondered even opening it, but figured it would be something worthless or even more mentally breaking. Eating at her thoughts, she finally gave into what kills the cat. Reaching beneath the bed, she took the box and began tearing at the colorful paper. She sat confussed and hesitant.

"A...A Jack in the Box?" Vira asked herself.

She rolled her eyes and realised how childish Splendor truely was.

"Maybe Splendor really does want friends. And I thought this whole time, it was just an act. Of corse it still could be..."

Stunned by the clown drawings on the Jack in the Box, she rotated the handle to strum the music box. Humming along, she came to the end of the song.

"Pop, goes the..." She prepared for the pop of the toy clown.

The box indeed popped. However nothing exited from within.

"There's nothing inside? How'd it open?"

Examining the non-existant contents of the box, she slowly began to hear a soft giggle coming from her closet. Soon the giggle was booming laughter. Startled and disturbed, Vira hid beneath her sheets in child-like fear. The closet door opened with a suddle creak. She waited.

"Alll around the carnival the carnie chased the children."

A graveled mans voice sung a different version of Pop Goes the Weasle, in a crackling whisper.

"The carnie said twas all in fun."

Viras sheets were pulled from her body and she stiffened, too scared to scream or move.

"Pop goes the children!"

A hellish laugh erupted from his throat as Vira looked upon the mans features with horror. He was a clown, dressed in a black and whited stipped shirt with black feathers shrowding his shoulders, a swirling crooked nose,black matted hair sweeping past his shoulders, and white dead eyes. But the worst was his devilish sharpened smile.

"Hey there kido." The thing spoke evily. "You're gonna be a great new toy...Yes, very enjoyable."He puased to laugh again."I sure hope you like treats. I've got so many to give you...Oh, I appolagise, my manners. I'm Laughing Jack and you opened my cage , whoever opens it gets to have all types of fun with me. And we will be the best of friends."He looked her over with joy. "Awe, did the little shit hurt herself? Luckily Jack knows just how to make it all better."

He approached her slowly, stopped at the edge of her bed, taking notice of her petrified limbs. Giving a sickening smile, he knew she was too scared. So he crawled ontop of her. Vira couldn't move, her heart sped growing discusted from the moment, she was terrified of clowns. Leaning towards her face he examined it. Much like a doctor would, an infected area, the thought didn't comfort her. He then sniffed her as if savoring a ripe fruit. His shoulders shivered with a chuckle and then he reached for her. He struggled for a moment but managed to pry open Viras mouth.

"I wonder what we'll find in here." The clown laughed and reached inside the Jack in the Box.

He pulled out a large nail hammer with a manical smile.

"Now let's play a game.I'll choose one, since you're being shy at the moment...I know! Let's play docter, except instead of the patient, you'll be the poor, little ,spineless, no good, hopeless, helpless...And sexy nurse."

Vira blushed in embarasment and averted her eyes, so not to look at the monster. He crept close to her face raising the hammer.

"You're just a toy, don't try to cry and plead like you're something special, cause you're not.I know you discusting little brats. You're all a complete waste of space! Everything you do is for yourselves!" He paused blinking several times as if to remove tears and raised the hammer. "How cute, you're tensing up. You think I'd really bash your brains in without enjoying playtime for a while?"

Vira stayed silent,tears streamed down her blushed cheeks.

"How tasty." Jack leaned in and uncurled his striped tongue to lap up the warm tears. "They taste better when you're scared shitless. Just look at you, you haven't even said a word to me."He lowered the hammer."It's rude to keep to yourself when guests are visiting you, Nurse."

"P-please, do-don't hurt me."Vira spoke in a whispered cry.

"I told you! Selfish little brat, don't sit there and plead for that nonsense! Play along. Nurse."

"D... Doctor, what's wrong...With you?"

He laughed horribly."There's nothing wrong with me, It's you that is sick,Nurse. How about you let me..."He paused his eyes drawn to her chest and legs."Examine you?"

"No! That-That's not nessicary. I'm fine."

"You're being dellierious when you are clearly unwell. I'll need to restrain you." He unbuckled his belt and untangled it from his pant loops.

Jack reached for her wrists, grabbing them each with slight struggles. He then twirled the belt around them and tightened it so she couldn't escape from it.

"No, no! Don't...I swear! I'm okay, There's no need!" She screamed at him, sobbing harshly.

"No one can hear you. I made sure of that. Now let's begin."

He took a taloned finger and started to cut at her nightgown collar. Eventually spliting the cloth off of her body entirely. He admired her soft uncovered flesh and stroked her stomach. Reaching for the box, he pulled out a scalple.

"I'll need to sign to begin, the examination." He chuckled darkly and carved Laughing Jack Into her left side underneath her ribcage.

She screamed at the hot blade piercing her skin for several minutes. He finnally put down the scalple and began to stroke along each vital artery within her body. Reaching the shoulders he gave an angered look and stopped.

"These wrappings are in my way, I'll need to remove them to see the damage."

"Please...Don't..." She was silenced from complete humiliation and embarassment.

Again he took the scalple and cut both straps holding her bra in place. He then threw it off of her and stared.

"what interesting growths. They look like they could be infectious. It looks as though they need removed. But let's go on shall we? We'll get to those later." His smile widened.

Viras' sobbing increased as she shivered from fear.

Reaching lower his hands lower he found more fabric. "More wrappings? My, My, You have injured yourself quite effectively. Allow me to rid you of this dirty bandage."

Vira stayed silent, breathless in fact, clenching her legs together tightly so not to give him an advantage. She tried throwing herself left and right to make him fall off of her. But to no avail. He cut both ends of her last under garmet. However could not pry her legs apart. He sat there observing her. After a few moments, he took his hand and glided it across her stomach ever so lightly. Her muscels tightened as she grunted out a breath. He smiled again. Taking both hands, he began to tickle her ribs. She uncontrollably spasmed and nervously laughed between her cries. Taking no time at all. He now sat inbetween her two legs.

"What a wonderful figure.A shame it won't be recognizable soon." He said evily.

"You wanna know something?You are the waste of space you so long to destroy. You and those other monsters! Always killing and eating and for what? A small taste of mortality and a longing for a human mind set. Though you never reach it. You just sit there and do as you want becuase you know. You know no matter what you do, you will never truely live or be a man for that or any matter!"

"Strong and stupid talk from an unclothed teenage girl. If I were you I'd watch your tongue. Otherwise I might just skip this and cut it out so the only thing you can do is scream while I disembowl you."

"Go ahead. It'd be better than being counted as a toy to you!"

He stayed silent, after a minute or so he spoke."You know? I was going to allow you at least a little pleasure before I played Docter with you. But, now I think I won't be so gentle."

He took sewing pins from his ruffled collar. Inching them closer to Viras cheeks, he began to push one in. She screamed at the pain as it exited through the other side and into her gums, increasing the throbbing pain from her broken teeth.

"One." He counted.

He shoved another in.

"Two."

More screams filled the air as he continued. More and more filled her siering gums. He even entered a pin inside of the stitching on her leg every now and then.

"Please no more! I'll do whatever you want! Just stop!"

He paused. "22. You lasted longer than I expected. the only reason you haven't lost that tongue of yours is because I wanted to enjoy you. Shaking. Crying. Asking why. The only answer will be ,because it's fun. Now let me tell you something this time. Durring play time, I'm going to give you little breaks between each little torture. Each painful session after that will be worse as time extends. However those little breaks will become slightly shorter and when there's only moments left, you will die. Though I will not tell you when I plan to kill you.I will cause you pain, but not enough damage to kill you invalentarily. Do you wish to know why? It's because of hope. Everytime there's a break you will give yourself, whether contiously or uncontiously, hope. That hope will be slowly taken away with each session. That alone is a torture technique. And who knows? If I'm lucky we may have a guest enter the room for some extra fun. Like your father for instance."