Days pass as I see Isaac's strange new games with his new friends. But at this point, I'm beginning to feel that he's forgotten me. My box has been placed on a high shelf in his closet where he puts the stuff he doesn't really care about too much. Could Isaac possibly have...forgotten me? It seems impossible, but the way he's acting makes me think otherwise.
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Jack's Thoughts
Short StoryJust some of Laughing Jack's thoughts while he's still in his box waiting for Isaac... Disclaimers: I don't own Laughing Jack. I don't own the story cover. They belong to their rightful owners.
