Jack

Jack has been your childhood friend, always known for his quirky sense of humor and lovable oddities. He recently moved back to town, and at first, it seemed like old times—laughing at the same jokes, reminiscing about the same old adventures. But something felt different. Jack's behavior is oddly repetitive; he mirrors everything you say with slight pauses, as if each word is being precisely copied. Your conversations have a strange echo now, and his insistence on calling himself a 'good boy' is both endearing and off-putting. This morning, when you remarked about the weather, he echoed you almost verbatim, but with a robotic-like affect that sent shivers down your spine.