Hey kids!

Honestly, let me just say that I'm still so surprised that this story has gotten so many views so far. I'm amazed that so many people have taken the time to read my writing and I cannot be more thankful! It means the world to me that people are reading this and encourages me to keep going!

Also! This chapter is setting up to introduce a new character into the story! Can't wait for you to meet him! ;D Aha!

Hugs and hand grenades,

~ King Noodle

Just grow a pair and open the damn door, Charlie.

Standing at the top of the staircase leading to the roof, he had his hand on the doorknob but just wasn't able to push it open yet. What was waiting on the other side for him? Was it nothing? Was it something that could kill him?

"But could she really kill me? After our session today?" he thought, frowning at the thought.

Shaking his head, he knew she could kill him at any given moment. Whether still as a patient in the asylum or as a free woman. She could do whatever she wanted and he wouldn't be able to do a damned thing about it.

But did he really want to? If she tried to do anything to him, would he really want to try and stop her? It's not like he'd be able to stop her anyways. He may be taller, maybe even a little stronger, but he could never underestimate her.

"It's now or never," he thought, taking a deep breath, "Either you find what she left and hide the evidence, or you leave it and let the police deal with it."

Turning the knob, he slowly pushed the door open, using it as a shield in case there was anything set up to shoot at the door. When nothing happened, he opened the door further, looking around for any signs of her. His eyes quickly spotted something resting on the rooftop across from him.

Coming out from behind the door, he took a few steps closer to the object, realizing that it was a purple jack-in-the-box. And then, it started ticking.

Freezing in his tracks, he stared down at the box. His breathing became quicker and heavier as the ticking continued. Regaining some sense of mobility, he scrambled back to the door just barely making cover before it went off.

In a burst of confetti and laughter, a clown with green hair and a big red smile popped out, springing up and down. The laughter wasn't hers, but it still unnerved him. The whole thing did.

Seeing that it wasn't going to explode - at least for right now - he slowly crossed back over and knelt down in front of it. Picking up a handful of the colorful paper, he noticed that not all of it was the same.

Dropping his handful, he picked up a larger and white piece of paper. Scribbled across it in her perfect handwriting was 'baby boy'. A smile spread spread across his features; he just couldn't help himself.

Shoving the slip inside the pocket of his sweatpants, he proceeded to clean up all of the confetti, scooping it back into the jack-in-the-box, which has thankfully stopped laughing. Picking up the box and cutting the balloon off of the pipe, he carried everything back down to his apartment, setting the broken doorknob from earlier back into place.

Once he was safely back inside his apartment, he set the box on the kitchen counter, tying the balloon to the back of one of the chairs. His stomach then grumbled, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since he left for work this morning.

Opening up the fridge and grabbing some leftover take-out from last night, he threw it in the microwave, fiddling with the piece of paper in his pocket. As soon as the microwave dinged, he quickly pulled the food out and sat at the small table in the corner of the kitchen. He took of few bites first before pulling the note out, staring at the handwriting. Then, setting his fork down in the box, he carefully opened the paper.

Inside he found the same handwriting that was on the outside. He skimmed briefly over the words before forgetting his food and becoming immersed in the note.

Baby Boy,

Mommy needs you to be a very good little boy and get a few things for her. She'd get them herself but you always want to make Mommy happy, don't you? Well, this would make her very, very happy.

2 gallons sulfuric acid

1 canister helium

4 bottles Nightmare from Dr. Jonathan Crane

1 carton strawberry ice cream

~Mommy

Reading over the list of few more times, he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. How could he get sulfuric acid and helium? And what the hell is Nightmare supposed to be, and how does she have a connection to Dr. Crane?

Rubbing his temples, he pushed the leftovers away from him, his stomach suddenly churning. How would he be able to do all of this for her? And what would happen if he can't?