Jeannette currently feels spiteful. After firing her Tagger at her brother- using round after round, shot after shot- he still lives. He survived and still does nothing to help her find the Pillow Snatcher. Instead, he had the gall to heal himself, proceed to target her weak points and make her drop to the ground.

To add insult to injury, Jeannette thought it actually was an enjoyable experience. It was one of the only few brother-sister interactions she had with him, as he usually secluded himself. She did shoot him, and many times at that, but even as he writhed on the ground in agony, he rose back up and had his revenge in tickles.

However, Jeannette's justice is undelivered and since he won’t do it, her other brothers will do fine. Right now, she is hugging the Maximus Pillow as she tugs the sleeve of her more mature yet younger brother. She remembered his name because he gave her food, milk, and candy when she wanted some. He's... um... He's either Jack or John. See? She knew!

(Jack/John) "What's up, Jeannette?" he says in a slightly irritated tone.

Jeannette noticed he seemed a bit on edge or somewhat distracted. The paper he's writing on is filled with complicated scribbles of numbers and symbols. Maybe he wants to solve these complicated patterns? But what matters more than his little sister? So, she speaks her mind plainly.

(Jeannette) "Lynch the Pillow Stealer and Pillow Posers," she says, with a stolid expression and a slight smile.

(Jack/John) "Jeannette. You know we don't handle things without the due process of Court, right? We are law-abiding despite our circumstances," he replies as he ruffles her hair with an open hand. He didn't even look once over at her and is still writing with the other hand.

(Jeannette) "CreepBro is with them. He has a copy," she states, raising her Maximus Pillow up for him to see. It blocked his sight of his paper.

(Jack/John) "Go to Mother or Father. I don't have time for things dealing with him," he briskly murmurs, as he deeply concentrates on his work. He sips from his nearby cup and places it down next to his quill-pen.

(Jeannette) "But they aren't here!" she whines.

(Jack/John) "Then how about Sister?" he refutes.

(Jeannette) "She's not here either!" she pouts.

(Jack/John) "Just wait! This is something important I need to do."

Jeannette is unsatisfied and definitely peeved at his uncooperative manner. She tugs more and more at his sleeve. She also lets out an annoying high-pitched hum that drones on and on. It becomes so intense that Jack/John cannot even write properly. He sighs and holds his face in his hands.

(Jack/John) "Why can't you wait even 5 more minutes?" he grumbles at the exasperating situation.

(Jeannette) "Come on. Come on. Come on!"

Jeannette swings her Maximus Pillow to hit his elbow. As Jack/John lowered his head into his hands, his right arm jerks up and forwards. It flies at his cup and smacks it down onto his papers. A murky brown fluid soaks into it and a musky yet sweet scent fills the room.

(Jack/John) "Holy (F**K). (S**T). Oh, (F*****G H**L). (F*****G B***H). GOD(****) IT. WHAT THE (F**K) DID YOU JUST DO!" he screams, grabbing globs of tissues to soak up his drink.

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Jeannette shrivels in on herself, curling into a ball on the floor.

(Jack/John) "You (F*****G W***E). WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT THE (F***) DID I SAY. GET THE (***K) OUT OF HERE!" he yells in her face and throws a dripping blob of papers into the trash can perfectly. He continues to use profuse profanity and choice words a girl Jeannette's age should never hear.

Jeannette begins to cry and bury her face into her Maximus Pillow.

(Jack/John) "(B***H). DON'T YOU (F*****G) START CRYING. SHUT THE (F***) UP. GET THE (F***) OUT OF HERE! NOW!"

Jeannette is crying too hard to even process what's happening. She feels too hurt inside.

Suddenly, a smaller Jack/John came and consoled Jeannette. He cooed softly and held her close to her chest. The bigger one kept raging on and on and on but at least her other brother cared.

(Jack/John Jr?) "Shhh... It's okay. Don't cry..." he softly says.

Jeannette slowly stops her crying as the older Jack/John quiets down. He sighs and rips the papers to pieces as the writing on it became illegible from the hot drink spilled on it. Then, he tosses it and it lands in the trash can across the room with a wet plopping noise.

(Jack/John Jr?) "The (F***) are you doing Jeff? Don't scream at Jeannette!" he says, confronting him directly.

(Jeff) "She spilled my (F*****G) coffee on my work, John. Shut up," he says, unperturbed by the aggression. He seems to be... tired and now forfeit to the situation.

(John) "(F***) you (A**H***)! You barely do anything around here! Why the (H**L) are you (F*****G) with her if you won't help out?"

(Jeff) "(F***) you. I was doing my work," he says, holding up a page of incomprehensible scribbles.

(John) "And like I don't have any, you (F***)!"

(Jeff) "I don't know... I just... am so (F*****G) pissed off right now. I have to start over with this (B*LLS***). (F*****G) (D**N) it!" he says tiredly. He restarts the previous writing on a new sheet of paper.

(John) "Go to (H**L) you lazy (A**)..." he quips at his older brother

(John) "Hey, let's go get you something, alright?"

Jeannette nods silently and carries her Maximus Pillow along.

...

Jeannette's dreams were terrifying... She woke up in sweat, feeling as if that event actually occurred. She gasped deeply, breathing hard and in a slight panic. She walks into Jeff's room to look at him.

There, Jeannette sees Jeff in all his glory. His butt protrudes from his blanket, exposed to the world in a show of underwear and flesh. His arms flop at weird, unnerving angles to his side and a raspy snoring rises from his mouth. A sudden hiss of air and steamy wheezing signaled he just farted. This idiot would never be so mean... Would he?

She goes back to sleep, hoping such things never happen.

...

"Cut it Out"

A voice as slick as an oiled eel slides into Jeannette’s ear. The voice stabs trough the empty silence which preceded it.

(???) “I’m going to cut you…”

Jeannette sweats as a chill courses through her body and she feels the fear of being trapped- cornered without escape and hopeless to struggle against her captor. His shadowy shape shunts the overwhelming darkness to the side.

(???) “I’m going to cut you…”

The whisper...

(???) “I’m going to… cut you…”

It comes closer...

(???) "I'm going to CUT YOU!"

Insane laughter fills Jeannette's mind. It is terrifying for her: chained to the spot and an unknown entity approaches.

(???) "I'll cut you," it whispers directly in her ear this time.

Jeannette screams to the best of her ability. A knife finds its way to her chest... and does nothing. Jeff chortles to himself, highly pleased his prank playing out so well. He fingers his utensil and twirls it in his fingers. An unmistakable smirk is on his face. 

(Jeff) "Got ya!" he says playfully. He tickles her and she cannot fight against him.

The knife was a plastic toy from a kitchen set. It came from a gift last year as a means to prepare Jeannette for culinary practices. Of course, the plastic knife has no sharp edge to it and only served as a blunt instrument. This is why nothing happened when it pressed against her skin.

This was her brother is like, right? Him in all his goofy character. Just a stupid, hopeless older brother...

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Journal Entry #4030

I lost control of myself today. I vented my anger out my little sister when she ruined my work. I feel so bad now... Hopefully, she isn't traumatized by my outburst. Regret is something I've been feeling too much of recently...