Jack is a hard one to make scary. He's such a sweetheart so it's hard to imagine him doing deranged things. On the other hand, that is exactly what makes him perfect for it as well. There will be a part 2 for this. All characters have been aged up to 18+
TW for chasing, mention of a cracked skull, fear, falling, mention of beating, and passing out.
Jack is confusing. He wags his tail when he sees you, but grumbles about being around you. He ruffles your hair and calls you a troublemaker with a smile.
He… He’s cursing you out as he chases you.
Yeah, you’re not really sure how you got here, but all you know is that he isn’t playing. He saw you talking to some other student in his class and approached with his hackles raised, and now you’re running through the hallways because he started snarling like a dog.
He acts more like a cat, honestly. You duck into an unused classroom and hide under one of the seminar tables, flinching at the sound of the door opening.
“I can hear you breathing,” He growls, “And your sweat stinks.”
You cover your mouth. If he finds you, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to walk away alive. Jack has never acted like this before. It’s like he’s feral, or rabid or something. You swallow and hold your breath, covering your mouth for good measure.
Jack barks out a laugh. You flinch away from the sound of tables and chairs being thrown around. Jack has never acted like this, and that is why you’re so alarmed. Today is not one of the days where you feel up to risking your life because one of your fellow full students has decided to lose it. You had enough of that in your first year here.
The clattering gets closer and you decide your best bet at life is getting up and making a run for it. You scramble from your hiding place and slide towards the door, slipping but recovering as you throw your weight at the door and slam it open.
You can hear Jack’s growl as you run down the heavy stone steps to the courtyard, the thought of falling and cracking your skull fresh in the back of your mind. That would suck. Not as much as your friend beating the shit out of you, but it would still suck.
As you dash towards the thick greenery of the woods, you consider that you’re going to rethink your friendship with Jack as soon as he calms down and stops chasing you. What the hell is his problem right now? You trip over your own adrenaline and cast a look over your shoulder, and sure enough McLost-It is right behind you, still growling and huffing.
“What’s your deal?” Your voice sounds shrill, cracking as you circle around this large oak tree.
Jack doesn’t answer, lunging for you and almost catching you. If you didn’t decide to start scaling the tree, then you’d be in a world of hurt, probably. You look down at him and decide to go up a little further.
He watches and your blood runs cold as he simply crosses his arms, “I’m not a dog and you’re not a cat. Come down.”
“You’ve lost your marbles.” You retort, “You can talk to me from there.”
He sighs and wipes his nose, “I’d prefer to talk to you down here.”
“You lost that chance when you started chasing me through the hallways!”
“Yeah…” Jack grumbles again, and you have to stifle a noise of terror when he grabs the trunk and begins to scale the tree, much faster than you could hope to get down.
Before you know it, he’s on the same branch as you. You physically recoil, scrabbling backwards with your heels scraping uselessly against the bark of this tree.
He reaches for you and you scramble back faster.
His eyes widen, “Wait-”
You’re not a fan of the sensation of falling. One time, you’d been paired up with Jack during a joint PE class, and he made you sit in front of him as you both loaded onto a broom. You’ll never forget that weightless feeling, mostly on account of you really disliking it. You’d puked just as soon as you’d gotten off of the broom, Jack, the normal, nice, close friend Jack was there for you, rubbing your back as you coughed up the concoction Ace had offered you during lunch.
It was a terrible feeling. And this time that weightless feeling came from you falling, not flying.
You hit the ground and the world went dark just as you registered the pain.
